Barred

by Paisley Walker

  “You could lose the thong if you wanted.” Emerson says, walking into the room.

  “You two are insane!” She looks at the two of them, both wearing purple and gold. She looks at the two men standing before her, Emerson in a purple and white LSU shirt with a pair of khaki shorts and Jonathon wearing a yellow and purple shirt with blue jeans. “Oh my God! You’re taking me to the game?”

  “We are.” Emerson smirks, watching Kimberly’s face go from happy to ecstatic. “We may have a surprise or two up our sleeves for you too.” He adds with a devilish gleam to his eyes.

  “I may like surprises.”

  “Good.” Jonathon retorts before kissing her head. “Now, let’s go before we’re late.”

  Kimberly scurries about to get ready, pulling her fingers through her curls before throwing the dress over her body. She grabs a pair of gold flats to match the dress, afraid of walking in heels around Death Valley. She dabs some sheer lip gloss on her lips before throwing it into the gold clutch she bought on sale a few months back. “Okay, I’m ready.”

  “Great.” They both say in unison as they make their way out of Kimberly’s rental home. Jonathon opens the passenger side door for her before walking around to the driver’s side as Emerson slides into the back seat.

  “I could have sat back there, Emerson.”

  “Nonsense. I would never put a lady in the back seat. Unless we were making the car rock.” He replies, wiggling his eyebrows. Kimberly blushes as she chuckles.

  “You are incorrigible.”

  “Well, it’s hard not to be with such a beautiful woman.”

  Kimberly blushes with the compliment as Jonathon slides his hand around hers. Instantly, Emerson goes rigid and turns to look out the window. She is not just yours. He thinks to himself, watching Jonathon weave through the Saturday traffic of Baton Rouge.

  Once they get to their designated parking spot, they walk over to Ron’s RV. Kimberly immediately looks uncomfortable as she sees all the people standing around. Jonathon pushes her forward with a hand at the small of her back, while Emerson smiles at her in encouragement. Kimberly looks around at all the wealthy looking, put together women and the men all in outfits that would rival those of country club goers. Emerson takes her hand, guiding her to a man with blonde hair and blue eyes. He’s wearing a purple polo shirt with an LSU emblem on it with a pair of khaki shorts. She looks down at the brown loafers on his feet that probably cost more than the dress she’s wearing.

  “Ron, I’d like to introduce you to Kimberly.” Emerson says, shaking the man’s hand.

  “So this is the lovely woman?” Ron questions, reaching for Kimberly’s hand. He pulls it to his mouth, kissing it softly before letting go.

  “Nice to meet you.” She says with a crimson blush staining her cheeks.

  “Likewise. Please make yourself at home here.”

  “You have a very nice set up.”

  “I’ve acquired a good bit over the years.” He says with a smile before someone pulls him away to make sure the food is ready.

  She looks between Jonathon and Emerson with a scowl.

  “What’s the matter?” Jonathon questions.

  “Do these people know I’m with both of you?” Hands on her hips as she asks them, looking at both of them. Emerson lets out a laugh while Jonathon gives a scowl of his own.

  “No, we would never jeopardize your integrity like that.” Emerson says, placing his hand on the small of her back. “Now, come on. Let’s get a drink and enjoy the party until we can get into our den.”

  “I’m sorry. I just…” She says but is cut off by Jonathon.

  “It’s okay, we probably would have asked the same in the situation.”

  They mingle with the group of friends and colleagues as the hours tick down. Just as Kimberly is starting to let her guard down, Jonathon comes over and excuses them.

  “Kimberly! I’ll give you a call one day next week! We can meet for lunch!” Jana yells out as they walk away.

  “Sounds great!” Kimberly calls over her shoulder, walking with the guys to the entrance of Death Valley.

  The guys hand their tickets over to the lady at the entrance and steer Kimberly in the direction of the glass elevators. Stepping into the elevators, Kimberly is overcome with emotion. She is bouncing up and down on her feet as she thinks back to the years before when her father took her to a game. She was only ten but swore to never forget the Saturday night she spent in LSU Stadium. She yelled and screamed until her throat was so raw she couldn’t talk for a week after. The elevator dinging, signaling their stop, pulls her from the memory.

  “Excited?” Jonathon questions.

  “Oh man! This is going to be so much fun! I love watching football but I never get to come to a game.”

  “I never pegged you as a sports fan.” Jonathon smiles.

  “Oh, I only like college football.”

  “Hmmm.” Emerson says, sliding the key into the door of their Tiger Den.

  Opening the door, Kimberly stands looking at the room in shock. There is a huge glass wall separating them from the field with the huge Tiger eye on it. There is a buffet full of steaming hot food along with a stocked bar. There are leather chairs all around and televisions playing College Game Day. She walks over to the glass, running her fingers over it as she stares out at the stadium she only watches on television. As she looks out at the stadium starting to fill up with people coming to spend their Saturday in the best place, she feels someone come to stand behind her.

  “I want to take you right here. Just like this Kimberly.” Emerson whispers into her ear. “Your hands on this glass. Your ass sticking out as I grab your hips, fucking you senseless.”

  She lets out a breathy agreement in reply.

  “Would you like that?” He asks as he slides a hand between them, running his hand up her thigh, pulling the material of her dress up with it. He slides a finger over the wet material of her now soaked panties. “Mmm… I believe you would.” He smiles, pulling away from her. Sliding the intruding finger into his mouth to taste the juices he’s captured off of it.

  Kim lets out a frustrated growl as he walks over to the bar. He pours each of them a glass of wine before coming to sit in one of the leather chairs. Kimberly starts to walk over to a chair when Jonathon pats his leg. She smiles and walks over to him. If Emerson wants a war of sexual frustration, she is fixing to be the victor.

  “I know what you’re doing. It’s kind of hot. I don’t know if you’ll win against him though.” Jonathon whispers into her ear as his hand wraps around her, resting on her flat stomach.

  “That easy to read me, huh?”

  “Nah, I just know you well enough.”

  “After three months? You barely know me.”

  “Funny you say that. I know just the right buttons to press to have you melting into a puddle. I know that you prefer orange juice over coffee in the morning.” He slides his hand up under the swell of her breast, sliding one finger under it as he continues. “I also know that you get turned on with foreplay.” He leans forward, running his tongue up the side of her neck to her earlobe. “I know you love it when I bite your ear right here.” He lets out a chuckle as she shivers. “Do not tell me I don’t know you, Kimberly.”

  Emerson watches over the scene before him, feeling something he hasn’t felt in a very long time. Jealousy. He wanted her flustered, wanting and ready for the two of them whenever they were ready for her. He didn’t expect her to run to Jonathon in an attempt to do exactly what she was. She wanted him jealous, and damn it to hell, it was working. He swirls his wine in his glass before bringing the liquid to his lips. He and Jonathon would need to sit down and re-evaluate their business agreement with Ms. Weston. These feelings emanating from him are not those of a business arrangement. These were feelings you got when you loved someone. Wait. Did he love her? His breath comes from him in a blast as he realizes the answer to this question. Yes. Yes, he did love her.

  “Kim…” Emerso
n chokes out. Clearing his throat, he tries again. “Kimberly.” She looks up at him, a smile on her face. Totally love her.

  “Yes?”

  Emerson stands walking to the door, locking it from the inside before walking back to her. Pulling her to her feet, he looks at Jonathon who nods in approval. He pulls her to the glass wall of the box. There are people everywhere as the stadium fills but Emerson doesn’t care. He needs to have her right now.

  “Put your hands on the glass and stick your ass out.” He roars into her ear. She complies as he reaches under her dress. She hears the sound of her panties ripping before she feels the material slide down her right leg. “Hold on tight.” He growls, slamming into her hard.

  “Fuck!” She yells, wondering when he had time to get his cock out. She holds onto the glass wondering if anyone can see her. She quickly realizes that she doesn’t care as the pleasure starts to take over her. She is screaming out as Emerson slams into her over and over again relentlessly. He leans into her, smelling the scent of her hair as he bites the back of her neck. He reaches under her dress with his right hand, sliding over her sensitive clit. She lets out a loud cry of pleasure as she comes undone around him. She can barely stand as he holds her up, pounding into her before he lets out his own cry with his seed pouring into her. Once he pulls out, Emerson picks her up, carrying her to a chair. He walks over to the counter as Kimberly looks over to see Jonathon stroking himself.

  “My own personal porn stars.” He lets out with a smile as Emerson walks back to Kimberly.

  Emerson leans down running a wet napkin over Kimberly’s sensitive flesh before kissing her softly. “Go give him what he wants.” He winks as he helps her back up. He sits down in the chair she’s just vacated, watching her walk over to Jonathon.

  “Face the glass. I want you to see all the people who could be watching us,” Jonathon says, having her sit with her back to him. She gasps as his cock invades her pussy. “Fuck yeah! That’s it baby.” He groans as she starts to move against him. Her eyes meet Emerson’s, who are starting to glaze over with lust. Will she even be able to watch the game that’s about to start? This may as well be a fuck fest instead of a college football game.

  She gasps as Jonathon starts to thrust into her. His cock hitting her g-spot over and over, getting ready to send her over the edge in a matter of seconds. She mewls as he pounds into her. She can feel his cock throbbing inside her, reaching down to grab his balls. She squeezes his nuts in her hand as he thrust into her one more time.

  “Kimberly!” He cries out into her neck, exploding inside her. She wonders if this really makes her a whore, having two men come inside her in a matter of minutes. The pleasure over taking her body makes her mind not really care if she is or not. They both try to calm their breathing as she catches Emerson’s eye. She sees the look in his eye before he turns away. She can’t really detect what it was but for a moment there she thought she saw sadness.

  Kimberly watches the game from the seats right outside the Tiger Den. She had been to a few games in Tiger Stadium when she was growing up, but her family could never afford seats like this and definitely not during a Bama game. She screams out as the ball is intercepted, not even caring that Emerson and Jonathon are seeing a side of her they never have before. You don’t mess with a woman and her Tiger football. She was one of those fans that claim to bleed purple and gold. She was sure they would probably lose to Nick Saban but she couldn’t seem to care because she was at the game, getting to see it up close and personal.

  Jonathon watches Kimberly as if he has met a stranger. This side of her is totally different from any other side. He really was starting to enjoy getting to peel her layers back. Each layer more complex as the time grew. Who would have thought the woman would be so obsessed with the sport. Most women that came up to these dens weren’t interested in the players on the field, but more the wine and fine food that they got while the men enjoyed the game. Kimberly though, was screaming, cussing, and jumping up with every play. It was intriguing to watch, and he could tell that Emerson felt the same. He wouldn’t bring it up to Emerson but he saw the look in his eye when Kimberly met his eyes earlier. He was as emotionally involved as Jonathon was and they needed to talk about it before it came between them like Mallory. He was sure that they could make this with Kimberly work, but for it to work, they all had to be on board with it.

  Emerson tried to calm down, watching Kimberly jumping up and down, yelling at the players running around on the field. He laughed when she made fun of Les bending down and picking up a blade of grass. What it was with that man and his grass, he would never understand but if he enjoyed it, what could anyone do? To each their own. By half time, he knows he has feelings that go deeper than he expected. Seeing Kimberly’s face light up as the band performs is something he will never forget. He watches her squeal and clap as the band makes all these intricate patterns on the field. She looks like every weight has been lifted off her shoulders and she has nothing to worry about. Seeing that expression on her face, makes him realize he wants to make sure that happens. His eyes meet Jonathon’s and they both share the same expression. They are going to have to have a talk to make sure this works out this time. They are both too far invested to not let it work this time around.

  After the game is over, they make their way back to Jonathon’s car. Kimberly is wobbling on her feet as they walk, thankful that they don’t have to walk the three miles to the free parking field. She laughs while she stumbles over a pebble in the road.

  “Please be careful,” Jonathon says, holding her hand up. “Maybe I shouldn’t have let you have those last two Margaritas.”

  “Oh, quit being a party pooper! We WON! We beat Bama! I wish I could be a fly on the wall of the Alabama locker room, just to hear the bitch storm coming their way,” she laughs saying it.

  “Or, so you can stare at all the naked guys,” Emerson chuckles, reaching the car. Jonathon gives him a look that states he isn’t helping. Emerson just laughs harder while they make their way through the traffic and head to his house since it’s the closest.

  Twenty minutes later, they pull into Emerson’s driveway, exit the car and head inside. Kimberly is already softly snoring in Jonathon’s arms, he carries her to the guest room to get a good night’s sleep. He watches her sleep for a couple of minutes, snoring peacefully, her brown hair cascading down in waves over the cream of the pillow. It’s time to have a talk with Emerson.

  Emerson is staring out the glass into his backyard, sensing Jonathon coming up behind him. It was weird how he knew he was always there, they may share a woman but that’s as far as the connection goes for them. He never had a thing for Jonathon or any other man, he was strictly into women but they had this weird thing where they knew when the other needed them.

  “You have deeper feelings for her,” Jonathon says, not really asking but confirming.

  “I do, I’m not sure if they are like Mallory though.”

  “What’s this mean?”

  “Nothing. It’s not going to happen again, I’m too invested in our friendship to let a woman come between it. You’re my brother.”

  “I feel the same way, but I like her a lot.”

  “Then, I will bow out.”

  “No, she wants us both.”

  “Then we share her, it’s not like we can’t do that. We can continue this way.”

  “What is she wants more?”

  “Then it happens. We will figure it out, don’t let it bother you now.”

  The two men sit, watching the recaps of the game and try to not let the fact that the other is harboring the same feelings, get to them. They can both act as if nothing is bothering them, but each knows it’s not true. Why they always have to fall for the same woman is what makes it harder. There has to be someone for each of them, but neither is willing to give her up to the other.

  After the news goes off, both men go to their respective bedrooms, letting Kimberly sleep alone for the first time while she is stayi
ng with them. The new emotions they are feeling, causing a brewing of turmoil that no one knows is actually happening.

  Two weeks later, Kimberly is standing in her room, looking in the mirror as she whines with her hands on her hips. “Why do I need to go to this?”

  “Because, you are my girlfriend and I would rather take someone that I’d enjoy their company over a paid escort like Emerson.”

  “I… I don’t like things like this. Rich people all dressed up and looking down their noses at me.”

  “Baby.” He walks over to her, putting his hands on hers, resting on her hips. “No one will be looking down on you because I will punch them right in the fucking throat. You are beautiful, Kimberly and if they don’t think so, well, quite frankly they can fuck off.”

  “I… I just don’t like this kind of thing.”

  “I know, but I need you to go. I wouldn’t have asked if that stupid camera man wouldn’t have taken your picture.” He looks at her with his head cocked to the side before the left part of his mouth curves into a smile. “I lie… I would ask you because well, limo sex is quite fun.” She looks at him with her mouth shaped in an o as he smiles. “Mmhmmm. Now come on, put on that dress and let’s get going.”

  “Fine, but you owe me.”

  “Baby, I think you forget that I am the man working his ass off to keep you from being put behind bars.” Immediately, he regrets it when her shoulders go rigid, her back as straight as a board. “Kimberly, wait.” He grabs her arm but she shakes him off in an attempt to shield herself. “Baby, I’m sorry.”

  “Quit calling me that!” She screeches.

  “What?”

  “Baby! That’s a term of endearment, Jonathon.” She looks at him with a fire blazing in her hazel eyes. “I know I’m just the whore you’re banging because she was too poor to fucking pay you.” She whips around and walks into the bathroom before slamming the door in his face.

  “Bab… Kimberly. I didn’t mean it like that.” He rests his head against the wooden door before trying his luck. He reaches down with a sweaty palm to open the door but it’s locked. “You mean a hell of a lot more than just some girl I’m fucking.” He whispers into the wood, knowing she won’t hear him but too much of a coward to tell her he’s fallen for her.