Sharing Nicely

by Blisse, Victoria

  “I’m hosting a launch party and I’m looking for somewhere special to hold it.”

  I shifted position. If I couldn’t see how close he was I couldn’t be disturbed. That was what I thought, but it wasn’t true. I could sense him there, feel his breath on my cheek and all kinds of flirty and filthy images crowded my mind. I fought through them to concentrate on his words.

  “I’d love to use Diamonds. It would be perfect.”

  “Brilliant.” I nodded and faced him again. He was still uncomfortably close. “We’ll talk afterwards. I can give you prices and dates.”

  “Thank you.” His face really was changed by a smile. I wondered how many people he had charmed into agreeing with him just by beaming at them. I was sure it would be a considerable number. A strong hand on my thigh broke my concentration. I still looked at Greg. He still grinned but he also squeezed my leg quite forcefully.

  I wasn’t sure how long my jaw hung limply open but when I realised I clamped it back shut. I wondered if he was just a touchy kind of person, then dismissed that idea completely. Greg looked far too stern. Yet his hand was lying on my upper thigh. I gulped as he squeezed again. I didn’t know what to do. I should have pulled away—his touch was rather inappropriate considering we’d only just been introduced. I didn’t want to remove his hand from my body, though, it felt good. I also didn’t want to offend a man who was clearly interested in hiring out the club.

  He didn’t move his hand. He didn’t squeeze or stroke, he just left it there imprinted on my thigh. I could feel it burning through my skirt to my skin. His fingertips rested just below the hem, they were on my naked flesh and I imagined Greg insinuating them underneath my dress and up past my drenched knickers to my pussy.

  I sat still, like a statue. I looked up at the stage but I didn’t take in any of what was happening. I wondered if Greg’s hand on my body was the blatant signal indicating he wanted to fuck me that I thought it was. A few moments later, my mind still reeling with what might happen next, I was surprised to feel Darren’s hand slide onto my left thigh.

  I looked over towards his unruly red hair and gazed at his pretty blue eyes. I was sure shock was written all over my face. He just winked. I smiled weakly. I wasn’t sure what else to do.

  Two hot guys who coincidentally possessed enough money between them to buy my bar and all the other shops and houses in the immediate area were feeling me up at the same time. I found myself in a quandary. How the hell was I going to keep them both satisfied? There was only one of me but there were two of them. I supposed they could share me, but would they want to? It was a kinky idea, one that really, really appealed to me, but they were bitter rivals. I was positive they wouldn’t want to crawl into bed with each other and definitely not just to be with me.

  Maybe I was getting ahead of myself, but I certainly didn’t want to do anything to offend either billionaire. It was mind-boggling that both of them were showing me interest. I sat still and tried not to breathe. I was afraid it was all going to go terribly wrong.

  “…Greg Stamford!” The compère—Dave something I think his name was—looked at our table. The spotlight was fixed on us and Greg stood up, removed his hand from my thigh and strode towards the stage.

  “After this, would you like to join me for a nightcap?” Darren didn’t waste any time, immediately turning to proposition me.

  “Well, I have to stay here until the end,” I replied, “I still have work to do.”

  Darren nodded and waited, pinning me under his ice-blue gaze.

  “If you wait, I might be free then.”

  “Okay, I’ll wait. You’ll be worth it.”

  I was flattered. I know, awfully non-PC of me, but a hot billionaire wanting to spend time with me turned my head. I wasn’t used to it. I didn’t get many propositions at work, at least not from people who weren’t drunk or married or unattractive. I was on cloud nine. Then Greg came back with an award in hand.

  “So, after we’ve finished here do you want to come to my room and talk business and maybe more?”

  Billionaires are so to the point. Well, at least these ones were.

  “Actually, mate”—Darren spat the word, making it sound less than friendly—“I’ve just arranged to have a nightcap with the lady.”

  “Oh, you did, did you? Well, I got there first.”

  “Fast isn’t always good, Greg,” Darren snapped back.

  “You only say that because Stamford’s get the apps out there first.” Greg looked cocky. Darren looked like he was about to explode. I felt like piggy in the middle.

  “Full of bugs and glitches.”

  “Nothing that can’t be fixed.” Greg seemed mostly unruffled.

  “Well, this can’t be fixed. Kerry has agreed to come with me after the show.”

  “We have to talk business, I’m going to host a launch party here. Kerry already told me we’d talk after the ceremony.” Greg’s voice was raising with each comment. Soon everyone would hear and the ceremony would be ruined by two hard-headed big shots. I’d be a laughingstock.

  “Well, you two talk. I’ll wait until you’re finished and then wake her up for a nightcap.”

  “You little—”

  “Would you two stop it?” I whispered. “Have you never learnt how to share nicely? There is plenty of me to go round.”

  Both boys stopped and appraised my curves. My blood turned to fire inside me. I felt like I was trapped in an inferno between their gazes.

  “Would you like that?” Darren whispered, looking to Greg.

  “I would like you both to stop shouting and acting like kids,” I snapped.

  “But would you like to spend the night with Greg and me, together? The three of us?”

  I looked left. Greg was looking stoic. I didn’t think he let his emotions show very often. I looked right and Darren was staring intently at me.

  “Yes, yes, I would.” What else could I say? I couldn’t run the risk of upsetting either of these men, and I did want to spend more time with them both, and who was I to turn down a threesome with the most handsome men in the room?

  “What do you say, Greg?” Darren asked, “Share nicely, just for tonight?”

  I melted into the background as the two enemies faced off. I could almost hear the wheels in Greg’s mind turning, evaluating the pros and cons while Darren’s icy stare spurred him on.

  “Okay, just this once,” Greg conceded, “but no funny business.”

  “No funny business.” Darren nodded and held out his hand. Greg clasped it briefly. I felt like I’d just been bought at a slave market and it felt surprisingly good. I had brought peace to two warring factions, temporarily at least. I wondered if I could keep up with both of them?

  Chapter Two

  “Are you finished?” Darren appeared at my elbow the moment the crowds of people thinned.

  “I believe so,” I replied. “I’ve taken loads of bookings.”

  “Good, you’ve got my birthday booked in, right?”

  “Yes.” I nodded. “It’s all in the book.”

  Just then Greg arrived. Both boys still appeared immaculate in their suits. I felt a little frazzled around the edges. My head throbbed in time with my feet and my skin prickled with moisture. It had been a long and busy night—profitable, though, financially and, if I played my cards right, sexually too.

  “So, are you two ready?” he asked. “I’ll get Chester to bring the limo round.”

  “We can go in mine,” Darren snapped.

  “Oh, don’t start this again.” I shook my head. “Decide nicely or I’ll be getting the damn Tube home.”

  If the billionaires could be so abrupt with me, I’d be snappy with them.

  “Fine,” Darren shrugged, “but we’re going back to my hotel.”

  “Where are you staying?”

  While the boys argued amongst themselves I took the date book and locked it away in my desk. I’d filled up a lot of the year and some dates had drifted into the next one. With th
e business I’d secured I was guaranteed to finish the fiscal year pleasantly in profit. I might even be able to afford a holiday. If I could persuade myself to stay away from Diamonds long enough.

  When I walked back over to them the boys were silent.

  “So, are we actually ready now?”

  Greg reacted first, slipping his arm into mine and smiling.

  “Yes, it seems me and Darren are staying at the same hotel.”

  “Wonderful.” I smiled, intensely relieved. “Lead the way.”

  Darren took hold of my other arm and we strode out together. I wasn’t expecting the barrage of flashing lights and yelled questions that greeted us. I supposed I had been a little naïve. The boys, with the aid of some huge security guards, pushed past the demands and we scooted into the back of a shiny black limousine. The mellow scent of leather filled the interior. Everything sparkled. I felt like we were in a separate car to the driver who was way, way down at the front.

  “Are we going to the hotel, sir?” a polite voice asked. It sounded like it came from behind me, which was puzzling until I realised there was some kind of intercom device. Greg reached to the side of the limo and pressed a button.

  “Yes, please, Chester.”

  I would have liked more space to actually enjoy the ride home but I was crowded by two competing men and so spent my time flipping my gaze from one to the other, answering questions. Both were squeezed up close to me and both seemed determined to seduce me. I found that mind-spinningly crazy.

  “What perfume are you wearing?” Darren ducked his head to sniff at my neck. I was very aware of his lips hovering just above my pulse point. I wished he’d kiss me there.

  “Oh, I don’t know. Something fruity.” My mind went completely blank.

  “You smell good enough to eat.” Darren continued and his lips did touch my skin but only for the briefest second. My whole body tightened at the gentle kiss.

  “Your dress is beautiful.” It seemed Greg was not to be outdone—in fact he boldly ran his hand down my body from my shoulder, over my breast and lower. “I love the feel of velvet.”

  “Thank you,” I squeaked then cleared my throat. “Thanks, I love velvet too.”

  Tension zinged through me, sexual and otherwise. These two guys who I’d only just met were making me into a battlefield. They were warring to control me.

  I wasn’t a woman who enjoyed being mollycoddled. I took decisions, I dived into situations and I expected all of my staff to be respectful to both men and women. I’d reprimanded several for sexism and would go as far as to sack someone if they didn’t change their ways. I should have been appalled by the situation—I wasn’t just a trophy or a business contract. I should have kicked up a fuss and left then and there.

  But I didn’t. I liked being the centre of attention. I liked being the prize they both wanted.

  I waited for the next move but we pulled up outside the hotel so I had to wait until we exited the car. Again, both men linked arms with me. It was cold outside but apart from the cool breeze on my cheeks I barely felt it because their hard bodies protected me from the elements.

  They whisked me across the marble frontage, past the liveried doorman and into a huge reception area. It glittered with prestige and marble. Everything was perfect, neat and tidy. There was nothing overly ornate or showy but you could tell by the purposeful minimalism that this was a very classy place. The kind of place I’d only ever imagined visiting.

  We moved across the hall into the bar. Again it was big, shiny but understated. The bar was long and all the staff behind it were in immaculately cut uniforms. They all looked smart and tidy and I looked on with envy. I wished I could get my own staff to look so impressive.

  “What would you like to drink?” Darren asked and smirked at Greg.

  “I’d love a glass of water, really,” I replied, “I’m so thirsty.”

  “I’ll get them to send over some water too, but should we have some champagne? It was a very good night for us all after all.”

  Both Darren and Greg had won awards and I was sure they’d both made several deals too as they played the room.

  “Yes, why not?” Greg answered before me. “Champagne sounds good.”

  When Darren moved away Greg turned to me.

  “Look, Kerry, I really would love to spend the night with you but it is killing me to be nice to him.”

  “This is you being nice?”

  “Exactly.” He almost smiled. I found it surprisingly endearing. “Please can we dump the other guy?”

  “No.” I was very firm, it surprised even me. “No, I said I wanted to spend time with you both, so that is what’s going to happen. If you don’t like it, you can leave.”

  “God, woman. You’re infuriatingly stubborn.” He growled.

  “Now that is a case of the pot calling the kettle black.” I laughed.

  Greg sighed. “I’m not used to being told what to do, Kerry. I’m the one in control.”

  “I’d noticed, but if you want me, you play by my rules.” It was fun playing him at his own game.

  “Oh, I want you.” His growl turned to a gravelly purr. It wasn’t cute, it was the noise of a killer beast merely at rest. Any moment he could pounce and rip me apart. It turned me on. I wriggled in my seat and my damp knickers chafed against my plump lips.

  “Then you’ll share nicely.” I leaned in and kissed him. He was shocked, almost as much as I was. His lips were hard and ungiving for a moment—I thought maybe I’d pushed him too far—but then they melted, opened and pushed back and I felt his pent-up arousal running into me. I released my frustrated desire with every move of my lips.

  We pulled apart and I had to pant to regain my breath while he licked his lips like he was savouring the taste.

  “I’ll do it for you,” he said. I was intoxicated with the power of having him under my control.

  “Hey, I want one too.” Darren came back, placed a glass of water before me and pressed his lips to mine. His were plump and giving. He prodded his tongue between my lips, into my mouth, taking control of the kiss and control of me. I felt like I might explode into a million pieces. I hadn’t been kissed in months and now I’d had two smoking hot smooches in as many minutes from two very hot but very different men.

  “Okay,” I gasped when he pulled away, “now you’re even.”

  The guys glowered at each other. I looked around the room to calm my nerves. Not a single person looked at us. Obviously such things happened often in bars of high-class hotels. It didn’t happen often to me. At all, in fact. I wondered if I was dreaming. I pinched my thigh below the table. It hurt. I definitely wasn’t dreaming.

  A tall, skinny waiter brought us a bottle of champagne stood in a silver ice bucket. Balanced on his tray were three tall flutes. He transferred everything to our table with great pomp. I was in awe of his skill.

  “Thank you,” I called. He nodded politely and walked off.

  I knew a little about wine and champagne, only because my barman told me what I needed to order. The champagne in the bucket was clearly expensive—I’d never even heard of the name—and it was suitably French, obviously. I was sure Darren had ordered the most expensive in the place just to outdo Greg. I outdid both of them by just sipping at my water.

  “Shall we take the rest of the bottle to my room?”

  I nearly choked when I heard what Greg had said.

  “Pardon?”

  “Well, you wanted us to share nicely and I don’t think that even in an establishment like this where confidentiality is taken seriously we could share you, nicely or otherwise, right here in the bar.”

  It took a moment to register that Greg Stamford, billionaire high-flyer and serious hottie, was propositioning me for a threesome. I’d agreed to it earlier, but it still seemed too much like a fairy tale to be actually real.

  “I agree, mate. We’d get chucked out. Want to go to my room? It’s the Ambassador Suite.” Darren announced this like I should be impressed.
Maybe it was the most expensive room in the hotel? I wasn’t sure.

  “My room has the best view over the city,” Greg snapped.

  “Yes, that’s what they tell people who can’t get in the Ambassador Suite.”

  “Boys, stop it.” My voice was quite loud. The low murmur of conversation stopped for a moment, then carried on.

  “Look. You are both very rich, I get it. You both want to be top dog, I get that too, but would you stop bickering like bloody schoolboys, okay? I am very flattered, truly, and I never in a million years would have imagined being in this situation…” I left the sentence hanging and gathered my thoughts.

  “Please don’t say no.” Darren’s smile dissipated. “I’m sorry.”

  “Well…” I tried to continue with my tirade. I had the moral high ground. I was going to say thanks but no thanks and leave both gentleman hanging, but say that I hoped they’d both still honour their bookings. I was going to make a stand, I really was. Then… Well, I’m not quite sure what happened.

  “I’m sorry too,” Greg added. “We’re just billionaires used to getting our own way. Let’s go to the Ambassador Suite—it’s a lovely room.”

  Had I heard that right? Had Greg Stamford apologised and ceded to his most hated rival?

  “Yes, let’s.” Darren nodded. “Please, Kerry?”

  I challenge any woman alive to not cave in when hit with not one but two sets of puppy dog eyes from intensely handsome men. I couldn’t do it.

  “Come on then,” I whispered, “lead the way.”

  Darren beckoned a waiter and pointed at the bottle and glasses. No words were spoken but the waiter seemed to know exactly what was needed from him.

  The lift was large, gold and sparkly. I was in awe of that, which I thought didn’t bode well since I’d not even reached the heart of the hotel. It was huge too but it felt like it was crowded with dozens of bodies because Darren and Greg squashed up close to me. I could barely catch my breath, I was completely overwhelmed. Darren grabbed my left hand and Greg punched the number into the plate. Obviously he’d stayed in the Ambassador Suite before.