Barred

by Paisley Walker

  “Emerson, you’re throbbing in my ass. It kind of hurts,” she says softly as he slowly pulls out.

  “I’m sorry, we don’t have to do it again.”

  “What?” She squeals. “No, I want to. You were just throbbing from your release. That was the only time it hurt.” She stands up straight before turning to face him, her skirt falling back down to its appropriate place. “I love you, and I loved that.” She retorts as he leans in and kisses her.

  “I love you too.”

  “I know you do, and we have to talk.”

  “What about now?”

  “Why did you pay that?”

  “What?”

  “Emerson,” she says with a stern look on her face.

  “I did it because I wanted to. I love you, it wasn’t in payment for you giving yourself to us, if that’s what you are thinking. I think way more of you than a paid whore.”

  She smiles, leaning in and pulling his tie down to kiss his lips yet again. “I love you.”

  “And I you,” he says with a smile, giving her a small kiss before pulling his pants back up and tucking them into place. “More than you will ever know.”

  “I think I can imagine.”

  He smirks as he sits down, taking the bowl of soup and eating a bite. “Mmmm, Mmmm sauce bauce.” He smiles. “My grandfather always said that about my grandmother’s cooking. I think he’d like yours too.”

  “I’m glad you approve.”

  “Oh I do. Very much so.” He adds as he keeps eating the soup.

  “I need to get back to work, but I wanted to come see you. I sure am glad I did.” She says with a blush as he rises.

  “So am I. Be careful going back.”

  “Yes daddy.” She retorts with an eye roll to match.

  “Oh, we could totally try that in bed you naughty girl you,” he says with a chuckle and Kimberly blushes.

  “I’m going to leave on that note.” Kimberly hastily says, running from the room. The last thing she hears before stepping into the elevator, is the sounds of Emerson’s laughing.

  Jonathon walks into the courtroom as he prepares for the Smith case. If he had to pick a case he’d least likely love to work on, it would be this one. Normally, he loved his job, but this case was one that made you not love your job. As a lawyer, sometimes you had to be a crook, but this case was hard for him. The man was being accused of molesting a woman who he claims was actually a willing participant. He fully expected to go in and lose this case. If he lost, he’d still make money, but they wouldn’t make as much. Not only that, but Adrian had called him and told him she was due in April and that the baby would be given a paternity test. He would love to have a child, but he wanted it to be with the woman he loved. He did have to give Adrian props though, she never pressured him about being with her or even if he would help raise the child. He knew he would though, if it was his. He wasn’t about to just be some financial support to someone. Even if that was what the woman wanted. He was going to be the father he had growing up. His father and he were both extremely close. His dad taught him to throw a baseball, catch a football, and how to punch the bully from school in the throat and shut him the hell up. Jonathon smiled at that memory as he waited for the sleezebag he was defending, to walk into the court.

  A few minutes later, said sleezebag came strutting in. He looked as if he had a case that could stand up against a woman crying rape. Jonathon and Emerson may be the best lawyers in the state, but that only mattered if you were the innocent party. They weren’t really the type that wanted to put true criminals back onto the street. Each of them respected the consenting women they had and they would never force someone to do something they wouldn’t want. He gives a fake smile to Mike as he sits down beside him. The man looked as if he worked as a freaking car salesman, a bad one at that. His beer gut poking out over his pants.

  Judge Harris walks into the courtroom just as Mike Smith sits down. “You could have been on time for once,” Jonathon hisses into the man’s ear. It wasn’t like it mattered or anything to be on fucking time when you were trying to prove you didn’t do something.

  “Well, I think that’s why I hired you,” the man sneers back as Jonathon tries not to gag from the onions pouring off of his breath. “You’re the one who is supposed to be on time.”

  “No, that’s where you are wrong. I may be representing you but you are the one on trial here. Not me,” Jonathon hisses into his ear. “If you want to get away with a crime you committed, you better start acting like you give a fuck.”

  “Oh, so you believe I committed the crime then?”

  “Hell yes I do.”

  “Then you’re fired.”

  “Fine by me,” Jonathon says as he stands looking at the judge. “Excuse me Your Honor. My client has decided he’d like to represent himself in this case. I will see myself out of your court. Have a great day.”

  “Of course, Mr. Phillips. Is this true Mr. Smith?”

  “Yes sir.”

  “Then we will proceed,” he proclaims as he bangs his gavel on the desk.

  Jonathon walks away from the room, not even worried that he lost the money. He didn’t want the blood on his hands so to speak. He knew Emerson would most likely not be happy but he didn’t care. His gut told him that Mike Smith was bad news and he was happy to be rid of the fucker. Just as he was about to reach for his phone, it started to buzz in his pocket.

  “Phillips.”

  “Hey, I talked to Harry about the Lexington case. It got settled out of court,” Emerson’s voice comes through the line.

  “Great, I have some not so good news.”

  “Smith lose?”

  “No, more like I quit.”

  “You did what?”

  “He was late and mouthed off,” Jonathon adds hastily as he opens the door of his car.

  “So you were fired because you snapped back?”

  “No, not because of that…” he waits a second before saying the rest. “I told him if he wanted to prove himself innocent of an act he probably committed, he should act like he was innocent.”

  “Jonathon,” Emerson sighs into the phone.

  “Yeah, yeah… I know. Rules to being a good lawyer. Lie.”

  “Ha, you have to make them think you trust them.”

  “I know. I’ll be back at the office in a bit.”

  “Sure thing, Kimberly stopped by. Brought you and I some potato soup.”

  “That all she brought?”

  “Nope, I got some ass and pussy too. Bye Jonathon.”

  Lucky bastard. Maybe Jonathon would swing by the daycare before he headed back to the office. He technically was supposed to be in court for another hour.

  Kimberly walks into her office at the daycare and gasps when she sees the paper on her desk. She stares in disbelief, her mouth hanging open as she sees the headline. Two elite lawyers: one woman! She picks the paper up as her hands shake. She tries to read the article but can't see through the tears running over her face. Who could have done such a thing? She reads a line, ‘one source close to the trio says it was actually an arrangement that was struck up when Ms. Weston couldn't afford the men's help in a case. They worked up a bargain to embark in a relationship of infidelity.’ Holy shit! “Who would have done this?”

  “Jana,” Jonathon hisses as he walks over to her and snatches the paper from her hand. “I’ll have her fucking head on a platter for this.”

  “Jonathon, your career,” Kimberly sobs into his arms.

  “Baby, it’s going to be okay. This will be taken care of. Maybe it was best for us to be brought to light. It’s worked in our favor, I promise.”

  “I’m just ruining everything.”

  “No, you make everything better. Before you, everything was black and white. Now it is a kaleidoscope of colors, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  “I love you,” she whispers into his chest.

  “As I love you,” he lifts her chin with his fingers, lightly kissing her lips
. He deepens the kiss as he wraps his fingers into her long curls. He sits down in the chair behind her desk, pulling her onto him so that she is straddling me. “Make love to me, Kimberly.”

  “Okay,” she whispers as she kisses him again. He reaches down between the two of them, unzipping his trousers and pulling his hardening cock out of its confines. She smiles at him before standing and kneeling in front of him.

  “Not with your mouth, with you.”

  “I know, but I want to taste you first,” she replies, leaning her head down, licking from the bottom of his base, up the shaft of his cock, and then circling the tip. He moans loudly in her chair as she pleasures him with her tongue. After a few more licks and her taking him deep into her throat, he pulls her head off of him.

  “Unless you’d like me to cum all over that beautiful face of yours, you should stop.”

  She blushes a bit before standing on her feet to straddle him again. “We have to be quiet. I don’t want anyone to know I’m having sex in my office. Might be bad for the business,” she says with a chuckle.

  “I could see how that would be a problem. I suppose I’ll just have to kiss you into silence,” Jonathon says with a grin. Kimberly smiles as she slides down on him. Her sex clenching his cock as it goes so deeply inside of her. He puts his hands on her hips, helping to guide her up and down his hard rod. She moans into his mouth as he steadily penetrates her over and over, each of them working towards a release. As she gets closer, the moans and whimpers become louder and before she knows it, Jonathon has his hand over her mouth, trying to keep her quiet. She meets his blue eyes, never letting them out of her own sight. She continues to ride him, the hand on her hip helping her to move forward on his cock, making his release imminent. She bites down on his hand as her own release shakes her to the core. She lays her head down on his shoulder as he pumps into her one more time, his cock erupting into her. Both of them panting when they are done.

  “My God, I may need to get a bright red A to wear on my sweaters. Sex in the office twice today could be bad,” she says with a blush.

  “I’d have to disagree, it’s actually rather attractive,” Jonathon chuckles as he kisses her softly. “I like that you weren’t wearing any panties, but for some reason I think I should thank Emerson for that.”

  “Yes, you’re right,” she replies with a blush of her cheeks.

  “I wanted to stop by and thank you for my soup, I bet it’s delicious.”

  “Well, that was a very nice thank you. I guess you knew I would need you. What are we going to do about this?” She asks pointing to the paper.

  “Oh, well first, after I kiss you again… I’m going to walk out of this daycare and pay Ms. Jana Foster a visit.”

  “That’s adding fuel to the fire.”

  “I don’t care what it is. I know things that will make her shut the hell up,” he says with a sinister look on his face that actually scares Kimberly. She never wanted to be on the receiving end of that look. “I love you baby,” he whispers as his face turns back to peaceful. He leans in and kisses her once more before he helps her stand, pulling her skirt down and zipping his pants.

  “I love you, too,” she adds softly before he walks out of her door.

  Jonathon storms up to the condo Jana lives in, banging on the door. When she answers it, he pushes through the door.

  “Why did I have a feeling I’d be seeing you,” she sneers.

  “Fuck off,” he says vehemently.

  “You used to let me get you off,” she says with a grin.

  “I was an idiot for that too. I’m surprised I didn’t catch something from you.”

  “You used to like being with me. Tying me up and having all the power over me.”

  “No, that was what you liked. I was stupid to be involved with you, then even more stupid to introduce you to Ron. He legitimately loved you and you constantly fucked around.”

  “What is your point?”

  “My point is… if you don’t fucking keep your flap shut to the press, I will make sure your fucking demons are displayed for the world to see.”

  “What demons are those?”

  “Hmm… maybe about how you fucked your own mother’s husband because you wanted a car. Or maybe how you fucked your way through college? Or maybe how you fucked your own brother,” he smirks, knowing he’s caught her. Her mouth opens and closes like a fish on land trying to breathe. “Cat got your tongue, Jana?”

  “You fucking bastard!” She screeches as she runs at him, hitting his body with her arms. Trying to do harm but at one hundred and ten pounds there isn’t much damage she can do to him.

  “You say one more fucking thing about the woman I love, or my best friend and I will make sure no one ever fucking talks to you again. You don’t deserve my generosity to keep my mouth shut, but so help me God, if you open that flap of yours once more… it won’t be pretty.”

  “What the fuck did I say about threatening me?”

  “Jana, if it were a threat you wouldn’t be standing here. It’s a fucking promise. Shut your trap,” he sneers in her face, walking to her door and slams it behind him.

  He walks to his car, slamming the door as he slides the keys into the ignition. Today was supposed to be a good day and the fucking harlot in that condo ruined it. He and Emerson had two more weeks until Christmas to find the perfect ring to propose to Kimberly with. What they weren’t expecting was the damn clusterfuck that paper would cause. His Bluetooth set rings as he shifts the car into second.

  “Phillips.”

  “Guess you saw the paper?”

  “Yep.”

  “Office phones won’t quit ringing.”

  “Figured.”

  “Talk to the girl?”

  “Just left,” he says as he shifts again.

  “I’ll call the paper.”

  “Good. Meet you later.”

  “Yep.”

  Jonathon drives around for a half hour trying to calm his nerves. He really can’t believe the bitch was that brave. He knew more shit about her than a fucking rhino could pass in its’ lifetime. He pulls into the jewelry store he had planned on meeting Emerson at, parking his car and killing the engine. He sees Emerson pull up beside him and step from his car. They both pat each other on the back before going into the elite store.

  “Mr. Phillips, Mr. Stanley… it’s nice to see you two. What can we do for you?”

  “Well, we need to buy an engagement ring, but we’d like it custom made and we’d like it to have three birthstones in it.”

  “Of course. Would this be for Ms. Weston?”

  “Yes sir.” Jonathon says with a huge grin.

  “Now, I know you two are good men. I want you both to know that if you’re happy, truly happy, then there is no need to be worried about what anyone else thinks,” Mr. Edwards says with a smile.

  “Thank you Mr. Edwards. That means a lot coming from you,” Emerson says as the man pulls out a ring.

  “What about this one? I can customize it, and I can also make a ring to go around it once you tie the knot. It can have her birthstone in the engagement ring, then each of your birthstones on the two rings that go around it?”

  As the man shows them what he is talking about, both the guys look at each other. Once that man pulled that ring out of the glass, they both knew it was the perfect ring for Kimberly. It was the ring they would use on Christmas Eve to make her theirs forever.

  “If you can have it ready for us, well at least the engagement ring part, in one week… we’ll take it.” Jonathon says with a smile.

  “Of course I can do that. Would you like the final price of the ring?”

  “No sir, if you’ll just bill my credit card, I will get it paid for you as soon as you bill it,” Emerson says with a smile. At least one thing wasn’t ruined today, and from the way some of these people talked, maybe that newspaper wouldn’t really hurt them as badly as they thought.

  A week later, Emerson, Jonathon, and Kimberly stand before a press w
aiting to see just what their fate will bring them. Over the last week, they had quite a few people disgusted with their choice, but were surprised to see that many of their clients supported them. As for Kimberly, the parents of her daycare were not as thrilled, so she stepped down and gave the daycare to Sarah after much talk with the guys. Kimberly pulls at the wool of her sweater as she waits for the conference to begin. Emerson and Jonathon are dressed much the same, in black suits. Emerson stands as the room starts to quiet.

  “Hello everyone, we want to thank each and every one of you for coming. We have quite a bit to say. The paper was somewhat true, but not exactly. Yes, Jonathon and I are both in a relationship with the same woman. It was never coerced and we both knew what we were getting into when it happened. We realize this is not everyone’s cup of tea, but it is ours. We both saw something in Ms. Weston that we both loved. Just as she saw something in us that she loved. Like I said, we are not looking for acceptance, but we do ask that you all be respectful of our choice. If this makes us lose business, so be it. We will still be working as the two top lawyers in the state of Louisiana. Our relationship is private, and not to be brought about in the business world. I hope you can understand that and respect our wishes.”

  There is a handful of applause as he steps down from the podium kissing Kimberly’s cheek as she steps up. She looks at the crowd nervously, she isn’t like the guys. Public speaking was never really her forte. She rubs her hands together in a nervous manner before she starts her speech.

  “I know most of you don’t know me, and I quite frankly I like to keep it that way. My name is Kimberly Weston and I was the owner of Kidz Korner daycare down the road. I have decided to step down as the owner and give the business over to my sister Sarah. It was the best thing for me to do, being that the kids loved her so much. Also, I wasn’t really sure how the parents would react to my relationship with Mr. Phillips and Mr. Stanley. There is one thing I need to make clear before I leave this stage. I never intended to fall in love with anyone the day I walked into the offices of Phillips and Stanley. Let alone fall in love with both of them. Each of them has shown me so much compassion and love in the six months we have been together. I don’t know how to thank them for that. While some of you don’t approve, I hope that some of you do. I hope that none of you judge their work by their lifestyle with myself. Thank you for taking the time out of all of your busy days and coming to see us,” she gives a little bow as she steps down from the podium.