by Evelyn Vox
I laughed. I cried.
I collapsed between these men that I loved and laid there until they pulled out of me, cradling me between them. My head rested on Derek's chest, while Brian spooned me from behind. The last thing I remember was hearing the steady beat of Derek's heart, feeling his hands, gentle for once, stroking my head, before I passed out.
Chapter Thirty-Six
DEREK
It took me a few moments to remember where I was when I woke up. Alexandra was cradled in my arms. Brian must have rolled off her in the night because he was turned to the other side of the "bed". His back was flushed with Alexandra's. Memories of the night hit me in a rush, and I was hard in an instant. Last night was...incredible. More than that, it was special. Alexandra and I shared something in those final moments that I couldn't put to words.
Not yet.
My beautiful Venus stirred in my arms, like she could sense that I was awake. I watched those sea green eyes flutter open and look up at me, first in confusion, then in wonder as she recalled the night. She smiled at me and it blew me away. Stunning creature. I stroked her hair. She peeked behind her to behold her snoring husband. Her smile turned naughty as one slender hand snaked its way down my stomach until it closed around my dick.
"Shh," she whispered when I groaned.
Alexandra stroked my cock quickly and quietly. The rush of doing this while Brian was asleep, literally behind his back, was more of a turn on that I knew it would be. From the glazed look of pleasure on her face, it was having the same effect on my Venus.
"Admit it," I whispered through clenched teeth as she worked me, "you love this. The guilt, the sneaking around, it gets you off."
"Shh," she said again with a wicked gleam in her eyes.
I'd created a monster.
Said monster withdrew her hand to spit in it before swirling it around the sensitive flesh of my head. It took everything I had not to moan. Loudly. She picked up the pace, keeping remarkably still and quiet, until my hips jerked off the floor and hot cum shot through the air.
"Mmm," she said in a satisfied, happy, feminine way.
I laid back and basked in the afterglow of my orgasm. She drew lazy circles on my chest with those talented fingers of hers and nuzzled into me. As if on cue, Brian began to stir.
I sat up quickly and grabbed a cloth from the floor, wiping away all the evidence of our secret little sin. Brian rolled over and snatched Alexandra in his arms. The beast in me growled possessively, and I didn't try to stop it. This was foreign territory for me--for all of us. As much as I wanted to take her for myself, there had to be give on my part.
"Good morning," the man said, sounding like a little girl waking up from the best slumber party of her life. Alexandra giggled and gave him a peck on the cheek.
"I don't know about you two," she said, "but I'm sore as fuck and could eat a horse."
Brian and I both laughed at that.
"I don't doubt that," he giggled. The man actually giggled. Then turned away with a roll of my eyes and dressed in my clothes from last night.
"Pancakes, eggs, and bacon," Brian offered as he got up.
“Mmm yes," Alexandra moaned, "I'll just lie here until my muscles decide to work again."
I smiled at her. She did well last night, so well that I was proud of her. Affection surged through me and I found myself striding over to scoop her up. I cradled her in my arms like a gallant fucking prince.
What was this woman doing to me?
Alexandra shrieked in delight before she wrapped her arms around my neck and graced me with an adoring smile.
"Good show," Brian chuckled as he followed us into the kitchen.
I placed my Venus gently on her feet and left the room. I returned with her white silk robe, retrieved from her upstairs wardrobe. She was leaning against the counter, almost as if she couldn't bear to sit on a stool, and sipped a cup of fresh coffee.
"Oh," she cooed happily as I swooped the silken fabric over her shoulders.
Bacon sizzled, the dogs were seen to, and the soon the three of us sat down to breakfast like the world's most fucked up family. The mood was light and carefree, not tense or awkward as it easily could have been. Brian hummed to himself as he ate.
"Brian," I said, "you must be a real cuckold to be so happy this morning."
Alexandra choked on a bite of food and Brian blushed for a moment. I laughed at him and his bashfulness, and soon the other two were laughing with me.
"I guess I am," he said at last, "I don't know about you two, but I don't want to stop."
"We have to lay out some ground rules," I said.
"Like what," Alexandra piped up.
"I am in control of you, Princess," I smirked. "I say when and where he gets to fuck you. I say if you get to come. I say if he gets to participate or just watch. And I get you whenever I want."
These were my demands. They were what I wanted, what I needed. But Alexandra had turned pale as she listened. She peeked at her husband in dread, but Brian's face lit up.
"Agreed," he said, "and send me pictures? Videos?"
"Only if you take down those cameras," I countered.
"Deal," he said, and actually reached his hand out to shake mine.
I would never get over what a fucking dork he was. Before I indulged him, I looked to my Venus.
"Deal?"
She looked at us both for a heartbeat. It was a heartbeat that stretched long enough to fill me with fear that she was about to refuse. Until her lush mouth split into that smile that I adored.
"Deal."
I shook Brian's hand.
So began my relationship as Alexandra and Brian Hale's bull.
I could practically hear the beast purring.
Thirty-Seven
August
LEXIE
Derek and I were drinking wine at the table, enjoying the newly finished kitchen. Everything gleamed with perfection. It was the last few days of summer, and after Labor Day weekend coming up, Brian and I would head back to our apartment in Manhattan.
"I want to take you to a sex club."
I almost spat my wine out of my mouth.
"You what?!"
"I know of a club that I want to take you to," Derek said.
He didn't have his usual swagger; something was bothering him.
"What's it called?" I probed.
"Club Midnight," he coughed.
Something was definitely up with him.
"I've never heard of it."
"No, you wouldn't have. It's very...exclusive."
"Okay, where is it?"
"Manhattan."
"What's the catch?" I quirked my eyebrow at him.
We had already discussed that our happy little relationship would continue even if Derek was based in the Hamptons while Brian and I were in the city. We'd planned to have all sorts of fun playing with the distance and seeing how it could spice things up. I didn't get what was making Derek so anxious.
"It's owned by my sister," Derek said with an uncharacteristic reddening of his cheeks.
"Wait," I said slowly as my mind pieced all of this together, "you have a sister? A sister who owns a sex club. And you want to bring me to the sex club owned by your sister?"
"She's my twin," he said, "this sort of thing has never been awkward for us. We've always been close, have always known about each other’s appetites."
"So, you're telling me your sister also has an...appetite?"
Derek chuckled.
"If you think I'm bad, wait until you meet Vanessa."
"I'm going to meet her at this club," I asked, more than a little shocked.
Just because they were unusually open didn't mean that I felt comfortable being paraded about in a collar in front of his sister.
"God no," Derek said, "we aren't that close. But she deals with a very high brow clientele and she doesn't allow anyone into the club that she can't personally vouch for."
"Wait," I gasped as something clicked in my mind, "
your sister, is she, Vanessa Drake?!"
Derek didn't say anything, just nodded and looked down at the floor like a guilty puppy.
"The Vanessa Drake? The genius kid who got two advanced degrees from Harvard and Stanford by the time she was twenty?"
"Well, it helps when you get admitted into college when you're fourteen," Derek mumbled.
"The Vanessa Drake who single-handedly built a Fortune 500 company selling her inventions and providing a platform for other aspiring inventors to fund their work?"
Derek continued to nod. My jaw hung open so wide, I was certain I was going to catch every fly in the house. Vanessa Drake was a big deal. A really big fucking deal.
"And you're just telling me this now," I shrieked, throwing my hands up in the air.
"People get weird when I tell them. It changes things. That kind of money and influence, soon that's all people see when they know," Derek scoffed, "It's easier to forget to mention it."
"Even with me?" I asked, a bit hurt.
"I'm telling you now," he said, his eyes earnest, "I wouldn't have told you at all if I didn't trust you, and I sure as hell wouldn't want to take you to Midnight if I thought we didn't have something special."
"Oh," it was all I could say.
That admission took me by surprise. More and more these days, Derek and I have been skirting an unspoken line between lust and something more. Most of the time I tried to ignore it, and he did too. It would change things irrevocably to admit what we both knew. And in moments like this, it was clear we both knew it.
"I've never taken anyone there before," he said, "the few times I've gone, I've always just watched, or played with the women who work there. It's a big deal for me to take you there, but I think we'd have fun."
"Wow," I said, "this place sounds intense."
"It is," Derek told me, "it's several floors. Each floor has different flavors, different kinks, it caters to."
"Wow," I said again, my mind whirring as I imagined it all. "I bet Brian would get so revved up if we went to a sex club without him."
Derek smirked.
"Precisely. We won't tell him until after I've shown you off to the world's elite as mine."
"The world's elite?"
"I told you it was exclusive. Many of them wear masks to keep their faces from being recognized."
That was insane. Who knew such a place existed?
"Well, what do you say?" Derek asked, grabbing my hand in his and looking at me with those gray eyes full of hope. "Do you want to come to Club Midnight with me?"
I paused and thought it over. There wasn't much to think about, really. I squeezed his hand.
"Yes."
Derek grinned his devil's grin.
Acknowledgments
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FIONA
Deep down, I’d always known I was meant to be wealthy. Some day, I’d have a driver taking me around this god-forsaken city instead of being squeezed through the subway like toothpaste coming out of the bottle. I wouldn’t be leaving my apartment in the midst of a mid-July thunderstorm, either.
Because I wouldn’t be working at this crummy job that I was trying to get to on time, because I’d be rich enough that I wouldn’t have to work. If I did want to go out, I’d have a manservant waiting with an umbrella for me, so my precious body wouldn’t get soaked in the weather.
Things being as they were, I’d gotten to the subway on time, squished myself in amongst the other sweaty bodies, and fought my rage as the rain caused a chain reaction of delays that were bound to make me late. As much as I hated my crummy job, I needed it, and being late wasn’t a good look for someone who needed to keep their job.
Sweat soaked through the back of my shirt and the air in the subway car was stale. I was one stop away and then I’d be free. It was only a ten-minute walk to the office, and I had my sturdy umbrella. I glanced at the time—fifteen minutes until I had to be there at nine.
I could make it.
The train lurched to my station and when the doors opened, I swore I saw steam leak out into the damp air of the station. I was swept away in the press of bodies that flooded out of the train, up the steps, and into the sprawling mass of Manhattan. The rain had turned into a torrential downpour. Great. I scrabbled with my umbrella and held it aloft like a shield against the wind and rain, and began my trek through the streets.
Three blocks into my walk, the wind caught my umbrella and flipped it inside out. The water stung my face and no matter what I did, I couldn’t get the umbrella to right itself.
“Fuck this,” I said as I threw the ruined umbrella into the trashcan on the corner and made a mad dash towards my building.
My rubber rain boots splashed into puddles as I barreled my way through the throngs on the street. At this rate, my feet were the only part of my body that would be dry by the time I got to work.
What a disaster.
I was going to look like something the cat had dragged in to munch on later. Another bad look for someone who wanted to keep their job. The storm clouds swelled in the sky and a flash of lightning ripped through the air with a loud crack.
It felt like the heavens themselves had opened a portal to the sea as it dumped even more water onto us poor souls walking in the streets. It was gray and dark and the rain was so thick I could barely see a foot in front of me. I turned a corner and saw my office building, a gleaming beacon of hope, a mere block away. I picked up the pace to an all out run as I made a bee-line towards it.
That was when my clunky rain boots hit the lip of the sidewalk wrong. I yelped as I fell hard on my hands and knees on the concrete.
“Fuck,” I cursed as I turned to cradle my bleeding, scraped knees. The heels of my hands weren’t in much better shape either.
The rain water stung at the open bits of skin, and I sat there in a daze. I was definitely late by now. I’d been so close. So close. Now I’d have to endure a simpering lecture from my boss about being prepared enough to make sure I got to work on time, regardless of the weather.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I shouted in frustration and put my face in my hands in defeat.
This was the worst Monday morning ever.
Then, suddenly, the rain stopped. I froze and looked up to see a tall man holding a huge umbrella over me.
“Not your day, is it,” he asked with an amused, British accent.
“What are you supposed to be,” I bit back, in no mood to be teased, “my knight in shining armor?”
He chuckled, a sophisticated, cultured laugh, and offered me a hand. I’d been around too many “nice guys” expecting something in return for their chivalry to just accept help from a strange man on the street.
Even if I did need it.
I looked at him suspiciously for a moment before I relented and allowed him to help me up. His hand was big, his grip tight and sure as he hoisted me up. All of a sudden I was face to face with the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen. And I wasn’t prepared for it. Not at all.
He was tall, broad shouldered, with golden hair and a face that could make any woman swoon. His chiseled good looks were familiar, but I couldn’t place where I’d seen him before. I stared, openly drooling at him for a moment too long before I caught myself.
“Thanks,” I said begrudgingly. It was nice to be shielded from the
rain.
“Allow this knight to escort a fair maiden to her destination,” he said, still sounding like this was the funniest experience in the world to him.
“I’m this building right here,” I gestured to the gold tower to our right.
“As luck would have it,” he said as we started to move in the office’s direction, “that’s my destination as well.”
I eyed the expensive trench coat, the Rolex, the shoes he wore, and wondered just who the hell this guy was. He was clearly some big shot executive or something. I prayed I hadn’t just made a fool of myself in front of someone important.
When we got to the building, he closed his umbrella and motioned to the revolving door.
“After you,” he said with that polished accent.
“What a gentleman,” I scoffed at him, going through the door first anyway.
I rummaged through my purse for my security badge to flash the guard waiting in the lobby. Just my luck, it wasn’t there. I closed my eyes and saw it sitting clear as day on my kitchen counter, ready for me to grab it before I left the house.
“Shit,” I grumbled, stomping my foot on the marbled floors.
“What’s the matter,” he asked me as he strode through the doors.
“I forgot my badge,” I admitted.
“Ah,” he said with a smirk that I wanted to slap off his stupid, gorgeous face.
I wasn’t usually such a mess, but today was kicking me in the ass.
He took my arm in his and we walked towards the elevator, past the guard desk. He waved at the guard, who nodded and didn’t say a word about us needing to show our badges.
“Are you, like, in tight with the guards or something,” I asked as we waited for the elevator.
“Oh, something like that,” he said with that maddening, amused tone.
The elevator pinged open and we walked in together. We had it to ourselves.