by Amelia James
I scanned the documents in my hand. “Who filed it?”
“Her mother.” He stretched out and laced his fingers across his stomach. “What’s our next move, boss?”
I tossed his file on my desk and pulled up a chair next to him. “You need to find Valaria. We need to know if she’s the killer or another victim.”
“Got it.” He rocked back on his chair, but I shoved his feet to the floor.
“Now you’re doing it just to piss me off.”
He laughed. “I missed antagonizing you.”
“You don’t have to make up for it all at once.”
“Thanks for the Jack.”
I’d given it to him for a reason. “There’s plenty to share.”
“I noticed. The bow was a nice touch.”
I shook my head. “All Talia’s idea. I told her a bottle that good didn’t need decoration.”
“She’s trying really hard not to be so selfish.”
An email notification popped up on my computer monitor so I moved to my desk chair “Yeah. A guy we… met… called her self-centered. Really threw her for a loop.”
He tensed as if ready to spring out of that chair. “What guy? I’ll kick his ass.”
“Grad student. He’s nobody.”
He studied my face while I pretended to get really interested in my email. “You let her fuck him.”
“I was trying to keep her from getting bored.”
“Ha. Been there.”
Don’t remind me. But the experience with Jay hadn’t been all bad, and we’d learned something important. “We liked it, but she’d rather have you.”
He leaned back and drummed his fingers on the armrests. “What do you want?”
Images of Talia—naked, tied up, on her knees, fucking me, fucking me and Will—popped into my head, but I couldn’t answer his question until I saw her smile. I wished for more memories of it. “I want her to be happy.”
“And give her everything she wants.”
“Yeah. How the hell do I do that?” Something she’d said about all of us, from the beginning, rattled around my brain, but I couldn’t quite put it together.
“Maybe you need help.”
“Are you telling me to see a shrink?”
“No, dumbass.” He slapped his hand over his face and shook his head. “I could… we could….”
What’s he trying to say?
The outer door opened and Claire staggered in with a stack of books in her arms. I jumped up to help her, and Will followed. “Thanks, guys.”
I grabbed a couple of books and laid them on her desk.
“No, these are for you.” She walked into my office with the rest of the pile and dropped them in the chair Will had deserted.
“Great.”
“Working late tonight?” Will snickered.
“Again. I gotta call Talia.” I fished my cell phone from my pocket.
“I’ll get to work on finding our missing person.” Will and Claire walked out to her desk, his hand resting on the small of her back.
I nodded and left a message on her voice mail. “Hey, baby. I need to stick around the office awhile longer. Research. Call me when you can. I miss you.” Where is she?
Claire giggled, and from the corner of my eye I watched Will caress her shoulder. He slid his hand down her arm to her hip and pulled her close. Her lips moved, making words I couldn’t hear, and he smiled. Then she rose up on her toes and kissed him.
In my office?
He threaded his hands through her hair and pressed his hips to hers. I saw tongues flicker, heard her soft moan. That’s a good kiss.
I sat down at my desk so I couldn’t see them, but the sounds of fabric sliding over skin and his long groan made my dick hard. Damn. Is he over Talia? Another email notification popped up, and I got busy with that.
A couple minutes later, Claire poked her head into my office. “Good night, Alex.”
“Good night.” I waved at the pile of work she’d left me. “Thanks for bringing me all this shit.”
“Sorry.”
“No, really. Thanks for your help. I couldn’t do this without you.”
“You’re welcome.” She glanced at Will and blushed as he laughed.
I don’t want to know.
The outer door closed behind them, and I grabbed a book from the pile and opened it at the place Claire had marked with a sticky note. Talia walked in the door sometime later.
She held up a paper bag and searched for an empty space on my desk. “I bring food.”
The tempting smell of burgers and fries made my stomach rumble. “You’re an angel. Let’s eat in the conference room. This place is a mess.”
She beat me there and started unpacking our dinner. “I’m sorry I missed your call. I was on Skype with a contact. By the time we were done, I forgot about the voice mail.”
I grabbed her arm and pulled her into me. “I missed you today.”
“I missed you too.” She slid her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips, soft and sweet, like an old married couple.
Christ! What happened to the inappropriate touches, the tongue-fucking kisses?
When she turned her back to me and dug through the bag, I yanked her skirt up and pinned her against the table. “I missed your hot pussy.”
She arched back against me, and I groped her breasts. “Do you want to know what Will really did to me yesterday?”
“Uh….” Shit. I’d trusted her to deliver our gift alone, and when I found out he’d be there too, swallowed my urge to go with her and supervise. Had she betrayed me? “Do I?”
She turned in my arms and smiled. “Well, he made an amazing lunch: grilled chicken and mountains of mushrooms and my favorite salad. Yummy.”
“And then?” Don’t do this to me.
She slid her hand down between my legs and fondled my limp cock. “He made me come.”
“Damn it!”
“Without touching me.”
No touching? So she didn’t physically cheat, but hey…. “That’s my trick.” How the hell did he learn to do it? I grabbed her shoulders and glared into her mischievous eyes. “Did you fuck him?”
She smiled, sincere and a little bit proud. “No. We talked about the time I tried to break up with him and he dragged me off in handcuffs to his friend’s police car.”
My dick stiffened a bit. “You told me that story once.”
She stroked my growing erection. “And then I ran to the bathroom to rub one out. I caught him zipping up when I came back.”
“So you two have been simmering ever since.”
“I’ve been boiling all week. You haven’t been home much.” She squeezed my hard-on.
She needed to get fucked—bad—but she hadn’t given in to temptation when she’d had the chance. Holy shit! Talia loves me!
“I’m sorry. I promise I’ll make it up to you later.” I circled my thumb around her nipple in case she had any doubts about how I intended to do that.
“Why wait?” She perched on the table and clamped her thighs around my hips. And then she kissed me like a hungry slut, shoving her tongue into my mouth and probing, stoking my neglected need into a frenzied flame.
I cleared the table with one sweep of my arm. “Screw waiting.”
“Screw me.” She grabbed my tie and pulled me on top of her.
I unzipped her skirt and she kicked it off, wrestling her panties down with it. Her shoes hit the floor as I opened her blouse and pushed her bra cups down, framing her sweet nipples with the red lace. I sucked one, then the other, while she sighed and pulled at my hair.
“Lick me.”
I dragged my tongue over her breast. “I am.”
She groaned. “Lick my pussy.”
“Ohh….” I laughed as she tried to shove my head between her legs. “You’re a demanding slut.”
“Damn right.”
I slid down to the floor and nipped at her thighs, avoiding the wet pink flesh my work had kept me away from all
week.
She groaned and squirmed. “Why are you torturing me?”
“Because you’re a bad girl.” I licked the edges of her cunt.
She gasped. “Why?”
I flicked my tongue around her slit, still not touching the most sensitive flesh. “You let another man make you come.”
She purred and tried to rub against my mouth. “And I liked it.”
I chomped on her thigh and she squealed.
“You liked it, too.” She laughed.
“Shut up and wrap your legs around my neck.”
She obeyed and I rewarded her by plunging my tongue into her pussy. Her knees slapped my ears, and I pried them apart to torment her exposed flesh with darting licks. She panted and begged as I evaded the target she tried to direct me toward. “Please, please, please.”
“Tell me why I should indulge you.”
“Because I want it.”
“Selfish slut.”
“Don’t call me that.” Her bottom lip quivered.
“I thought you loved slut.”
“Don’t call me selfish.”
“Ah.” I kissed her clit and she sighed. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t stop.”
I breathed on her hot nub and she squirmed. “I still need to know why….”
“Damn it! Because I want you to make me come.”
Good enough for me. I sucked her clit into my mouth, and she arched off the table. Heat washed over my face, and I had to hold her down as her ass slapped against the polished surface.
“Yes, yes, yes!” She grabbed my hair and pushed back. “Too much.”
I pulled her against my mouth.
“Ohh… you’re so fucking mean!” Talia’s entire body curled before she went limp on the table.
I rested my face on her burning thigh and stroked my thumb over her hot flesh. She’d let my best friend make her come. My dick tingled. Bad girl. But I could use that against her. “Were you thinking about Will when you were rubbing your clit? Or me?”
An indulgent smile lit her eyes. “Both.”
“Slut.” I love my slut.
“Yes.” She arched against my hand.
“But he never touched you.” Am I disappointed?
“Mmm… he slapped my ass when I left.”
I knew I could count on him. “You liked that.”
“Oh God, yes.”
“You want him to touch you… like this.” I shoved my finger in deep.
She gasped and clutched my shirt. “Please.”
My cock ached and I rubbed my erection against her bare thigh. I leaned over and licked her nipple. She managed to open my belt but fumbled with my zipper. I gave her a hand, and we shoved my pants to the floor. She stroked my cock while I kissed her.
“I want you.”
“Mmm….”
“I want him, too.”
“I know.” I climbed on the table and she shuddered and stretched out beneath me. My cock slipped along her wet slit.
She spread her legs and begged. “More.”
“Everything.” I groaned and sank into her. Her entire body wrapped around me, arms and legs pulling me in as if she couldn’t get enough.
Maybe you need help.
The words pounded in my head as I pounded into her, and then it clicked—how to give her everything she wanted. “I could… we could….”
“What?”
Are you sure, Alex? “Invite him to our bedroom.”
“How?”
My cock tingled as I held her tight and breathed ragged in her ear. “Imagine Will here… now.”
“Is he?” She glanced at the open door.
“No, he left.” With Claire. Damn it, don’t tell her that. “Imagine him watching. Out in the open. Not hiding. Sitting in that chair and stroking his cock while he watches me fuck your pretty pussy.”
“Oh God!”
“But he needs a better view.” I stood and stripped her remaining clothes: blouse, bra, stockings, everything. She gasped as I grabbed her hand and dragged her onto my lap, facing the empty chair where her imaginary lover sat.
“Ohh… I think this is my favorite position. Exposed, open.”
I thrust my cock between her spread legs and she sighed.
“Easy access.”
“Give him a show, slut.”
She leaned back against me and reached behind my neck, holding on with both hands while she displayed her naked body. Talia turned her head and her smile lit up my heart, burning that image in my brain forever.
I glanced at the chair and saw Will grin at me like he knew we’d found the key to keeping her happy. I’d given him two choices. Do we have a third? Am I fucking crazy?
I grabbed Talia’s hands and placed them on her body. “Touch yourself like you want him to touch you.”
She stroked her nipples first, so I caressed her cunt. Then she slid her hand between her legs, and I fondled her breasts. She licked two of her fingers and dragged them over her clit. “My fingers, his tongue.”
“Oh God.” My head spun and my dick throbbed. She stroked and I fucked. When she came, I barely held on.
Talia leaned back against me and whispered in my ear. “Can we try something?”
“What?”
“Put your finger in my ass. I want to feel two.”
Oh hell. Give that girl an inch and she fucks every fucking dick within reach. “I have a better idea. Let me put my dick in your ass while I finger-fuck your pussy.”
“Ooo….” She jumped off my lap and lay back on the table.
“I take it you like that.”
She nodded and wiggled her butt to the edge.
I stood and fingered her, spreading her juices over my erection and her ass, then I pressed my cock in, slow, tight, and hot.
She sighed and spread her legs as far as she could, allowing my fingers to penetrate her pussy. “Oh….” She whimpered. “I missed you boys.”
“We did, too.”
She closed her eyes and held on to my wrist, guiding the hand that fucked her. Hard and slow, perfect rhythm and timing. I switched off my rational brain and let my nastier urges take over. All about her…. We’d spoiled her. Both of us had created this monster, and she needed both of us to feed her. But that’s exactly what we wanted.
From the beginning.
“Oh God, Alex! Will!”
I felt her come, first with my dick and then with my hand. Her body splintered, but we held her together, and then I came apart. “Help! Holy shit! I need help.”
My knees buckled and I hit the floor, unaware of anything real except one inescapable conclusion: love has no limits. I closed my eyes and let that idea rescue me.
Talia panted under me. Somehow, I’d crawled on top of her and wrapped her in my arms. “We both do,” she moaned in my ear.
“What?”
“Need help.” She peeled my damp hair back from my face. “Is this… normal? Can we do something like this and make it work?”
Something more than sex this time. “I don’t know, but I think we need to try.”
“Are we ready to talk to Will?”
I kissed her cheek. “Let’s do it.”
She smiled, and I filed that image with the rest of my growing collection.
Naked
I stepped out of the shower, heard the ringing phone, and ran down the hall to grab it, but couldn’t find the damn thing. Where the hell…? The missed call alarm sounded from the kitchen. Did Claire call to cancel our date? I snatched the phone off the counter and read the screen: ‘Missed call from Talia.’
Talia? Crazy possibilities raced through my head. She left Alex. She was hurt. Alex was hurt. Holy shit, just call her!
“Hi Will. Sorry to bother you.”
“You’re no bother, baby. What’s up?” I leaned back and shivered as my bare ass hit the cold tile countertop. My stark naked reflection in the sliding glass door confirmed I’d forgotten to grab a towel. Jesus! I ducked into the windowless hallway in two steps
.
“Alex and I want to know if you’d like to go out with us tonight.”
The excitement in her voice stirred my cock, and I snatched a towel from the closet on my way back to the bathroom. “Shit, I’d love to, but I have plans tonight.” I wrapped the towel around my waist.
“Oh….”
Her disappointment cut right through me, withering my dick and slicing my heart. Cancel! But I couldn’t hurt Claire, too. “I’d ditch her, but I paid for good seats.”
“Going to the Rockies game with Claire?”
“Yeah, and I’m not going to make her sit on the cold, hard bleachers like your cheap boyfriend did to me.”
Talia snickered. “I’ll tell him to splurge next time.”
“Do you and Alex want to join us?” What’s the harm? An image of the two women hissing and snarling, shredding each other’s clothes off while Alex and I watched tented my towel.
“Oh… I don’t think so. I’d rather have you all to myself.”
Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner. “You should’ve told me that in the first place. I’d be there before I got dressed.”
“You’re not dressed?”
This could be fun. “I was in the shower when you called.”
“Ooo… are you still naked?”
I brushed my hip against the sink and knocked the towel off. “Yes.”
“Don’t tease me!”
I reached down and stroked my stiff dick. “Remember the corner seat in my old shower?”
She groaned and I pictured her squirming, rubbing those hot thighs together.
“Remember how I used to prop up your leg and pin you to the tile wall with my—”
“Don’t! Don’t start. Alex is making dinner. I should help him.”
Low blow. Damn woman fights dirty. “Alex is cooking? You’d better get him out of the kitchen before he burns the house down.”
“He’s ordering dinner.”
I retreated to my corner. “Ah. I guess that’s safe.”
“Hey! I might have found an apartment.”
The contagious smile in her voice cooled our sexual banter. “Awesome. Where is it?”
“It’s in just north of Alameda, right between you and Alex.”