Naughty in Leather

by Berengaria Brown

  Rhonda glared at the kid. “If the jeweler dies you’ll be in jail for the rest of your life. I hope you think a few pieces of jewelry were worth it,” she said.

  “I didn’t hit anyone,” the kid whined.

  There was absolute chaos for the next half hour as the kids were all taken away by one group of police, and the jeweler’s family was notified to follow him to hospital. Rhonda was relieved he’d just been hit by a few shards of glass, but they were monitoring him since he was elderly and his blood pressure was too high. She’d been terrified he’d had a heart attack from the shock.

  Other police were collecting evidence, including metal bars, wrenches and rocks, and even the bucket of flowers was taken away. Then they all had to give their names, reason for being present, and an official statement. Rhonda said, “Two of the kids I noticed first have dyed their hair and changed their hairstyles. They’re now blond, but if you look at the old CCTV footage you’ll recognize them from past incidents here.” The policewoman just nodded as she asked more questions. By the time everyone was finished it was almost time to close the store for the day, but Rhonda hadn’t anywhere near finished wrapping the mail order sales. Sighing, she returned to the store, made herself a strong cup of coffee and began work.

  Ty and Scott arrived earlier than usual. “It was on the news. They caught the kids and there was a riot here. Are you okay?” It was Ty speaking but both men surrounded her, touching her arms, looking into her eyes.

  “I’m fine. Just tired. I’ll be here for a long time yet. I’m only half-way through the orders.”

  “We can parcel stuff up for you. I’ve been wrapping Christmas presents for twenty years. Why don’t you just set us up, and you do the paperwork while we wrap?” suggested Scott.

  It was more difficult than that, as each order had its own paperwork, and address labels needed to be printed out, but soon the men were wrapping, and Rhonda did the paperwork and labeling after putting each order into a neat pile.

  By seven o’clock Rhonda was pulling the grill over the door. Scott wheeled the trolley to the Post Office while Ty walked Rhonda to the bank to deposit the money.

  “Not much today. No one came to the store after lunch thanks to all the drama,” she sighed.

  “Maybe. But I bet the mall will be crowded with people tomorrow, as everyone will want to see where it happened. You’ll be run off your feet all day,” Ty replied.

  “As long as they all buy something,” she said.

  “Come home with us tonight. Let us love you,” said Scott when they met up in the parking lot.

  “I’m really tired.”

  “You don’t have to do anything. Let us feed you, then we’ll rock you to sleep, if that’s all you want,” said Ty.

  “We need to be with you. It was scary seeing what happened here today, not knowing if you were all right,” added Scott.

  Rhonda was tempted. On the one hand, she was bone-tired and just wanted a hot bath and long sleep. On the other, she knew her body was still full of adrenaline from the events of the afternoon. Besides, who could resist two men who wanted to care for her?

  “Okay. But don’t complain if I fall asleep in the middle of the meal. It won’t be anything personal, it’s just I’m tired.”

  “We’ll look after you,” said Scott.

  ****

  Scott had never been so scared in all his life as when the news broadcast had come on the television showing the mall surrounded by police and paramedics, and the woman onscreen had used the word “riot”. His heart had really truly sunk down into his stomach and he’d almost thrown up in fear for Rhonda. How could this happen when he wasn’t there to protect her? What if she was hurt? Frightened? When the paramedics wheeled the gurney out of the mall he’d been on the verge of racing from his office building to the mall even if it cost him his job. Only the words that the injuries were minor, and to an elderly man and a security guard, kept him in his seat in the lunchroom.

  He’d been so relieved to see her looking the same as always, he’d had to struggle not to pull her into his arms right there in the store. At least helping her in her work gave him something useful to do. Now he wanted to soothe and comfort her. She’d said she wanted a hot bath. He was sure they had some of those girly, bubble-junk things somewhere, and she could soak while he and Ty cooked. And after she’d eaten they’d wrap her in their arms and love her to sleep. If she didn’t want sex he could deal with that as long as she let him hold her. He needed to hold her. Needed to know she was warm and safe and where she belonged—in his bed and in his arms.

  Scott started thinking about dinner. A meal that wasn’t too hard to digest. If she was upset she needed to be soothed, not to have her belly working overtime on the food. Pasta maybe? Hmm that’d work. And instead of salad some soup. Lots of nutrition there, and again, easy to digest. Now, where was that girly bath stuff? Not in the drawers of the sink or he’d have noticed it. Likely in the cupboard below though. He didn’t open that very often.

  He raced through the house, grabbing a pile of clean towels, then rummaged under the sink until he found the bottle of pink bubble-bath some misguided person had given him. By the time Ty carried Rhonda into the bathroom the water was running hot, steam was filling the room, and they left Rhonda there to enjoy her bath while they prepared the meal.

  “I thought pasta and soup. Easy for her to digest,” he said.

  “Oh good thinking. I’d decided no wine in case that made her cry, but you’re way ahead of me,” said Ty.

  Companionably they cooked the meal, working with the ease that years together, sharing a house, a life, and chores, had brought them.

  Scott smiled at Ty. He loved this man deeply and truly, but they both needed a woman as well. Ty was the most important thing in his life, and he knew he was in Ty’s too, but they both had a gap in their lives only a woman could fill. And he was absolutely certain the perfect woman was Rhonda. She was beautiful and intelligent. The kind of woman who wouldn’t bore him in a day, a week, a month, a year. Someone full of life and vitality. Someone he wanted with all of his being. To love and cherish, and for the three of them to be a family. No longer two equal partners, but three.

  All they had to do was convince Rhonda. A done deal? Not quite!

  Scott was draining the pasta, and Ty was setting the table as Rhonda walked into the room. Scott looked at her carefully. She seemed a little tired, but not worn out or half asleep, and certainly not hyper-tense.

  “Feeling a little better, honey?” he asked.

  “Yes, thank you. It was a big drama, but it’s good it’s all over now. I hated distrusting every young person who came past the store in case they were one of the shoplifters. You should have seen Sue’s assistant hit one kid over the head with a bucket of flowers. I’m sure he deserved the headache, but really it was very funny.”

  “Water is pretty heavy. She’s likely lucky she didn’t fracture his skull,” said Ty.

  “No. They only put a few inches of water in the buckets. Just enough to keep the flowers damp. They don’t like to have the leaves all wet as well.”

  “Oh, okay. I never knew that. Now, sit down and we’ll eat, and you can tell us all about it.”

  Scott let Ty lead the conversation. Rhonda told the story fluidly and without any seeming pain or upset, which was great, and parts of it were rather funny. The thought of a group of adults sitting on top of the kids was like something out of a TV show. As far as Scott could see, Rhonda was fine, not at all traumatized. Hopefully, a night of hot sex and a deep sleep would restore her to her usual equilibrium and everything would be good again.

  Rhonda ate all her soup and about half her pasta, then yawned.

  “Time for bed?” Scott asked.

  “Yes. I’m sorry, that’s not very good manners, is it?”

  “Your day has been unusual, and once the adrenaline leaves your body it’s natural to be tired. We’ll tuck you into bed.”

  “And make sure you sleep well,
” added Ty.

  “A nice orgasm will be the best soporific ever,” added Scott, watching her face to see if she disagreed.

  Rhonda smiled. All right! She was onboard with the plan. Scott’s cock leaped in his pants, instantly growing hard.

  In a group they stood and moved to the bedroom. Ty pulled the quilt down the bed, while Scott closed the drapes. Rhonda undressed then climbed onto the bed. She laid flat on her back watching them with big sparkly eyes.

  Oh yes, she was ready for sex, thank God!

  Scott almost ripped his button-down shirt getting it off with half the buttons still done up. He toed off his shoes, not noticing where they went, and his socks were off in seconds after that. Faster than thought he and Ty were on the bed too, Ty grabbing condoms from the drawer.

  “Tonight I think you need two orgasms to make sure you sleep deeply. Scott can go first, then me,” said Ty.

  “I could suck you while Scott fucks me. Just to stop you from feeling lonely,” Rhonda said.

  Ty’s body shook. “Sounds good,” he said hoarsely.

  Scott grinned and rolled a condom on. “Perhaps a few kisses to begin with. You don’t know how much I worried about you, when I saw that news report. I almost died of agony not knowing you were safe.”

  Scott climbed over her body and began kissing her. She tasted so good, rich and warm, and slightly spicy from dinner, but all woman and his. Theirs. He licked a line down her neck, tasting the hollow of her throat, then moving lower to her breasts. Scott sucked first one nipple, then the other one into his mouth, enjoying the slight strawberry taste of her skin from the bubble bath. She smelled faintly fruit-scented too. It was nice. Made him realize how much a woman added to an all-male household. Another dimension to share and enjoy.

  Scott slid lower still, licking down over her belly until he reached her bellybutton. He wiggled his tongue in the little indentation, licking all round it, then lightly biting the rim. She hissed her pleasure, and he smiled as he licked a little lower, and lower again, until he reached her clit. This he sucked into his mouth, pulling on it, waiting for her hiss of pleasure again. When she responded he drove his tongue into her cunt, licking the walls and savoring her flavor. She tasted so good. So very feminine. He loved to taste her and touch her. Scott ran his mouth over her labia, sucking first one side then the other into his mouth, then he couldn’t resist tasting her again, before playing with her clit.

  Already her hips were lifting into his touch, but he wanted her higher yet. He wanted her orgasm to be a major explosion, not just a nice experience, so he sucked her clit harder, and nibbled over her mons some more.

  Rhonda’s hands tugged on his arms, her fingernails digging into his skin, so Scott knew it was time. He held his sheathed cock at her entry and pushed in, loving the way her channel gripped him and held him. She was very tight, and very hot, but so wet he’d slid in easily.

  Scott groaned as he pulled out. He wanted to stay inside her forever, but he also wanted to drive her over the edge into pleasure. He began deep, long thrusts, pushing inside her until his balls ground against her skin, before pulling out, only to do it again and again. Her cream was bathing his cock with damp heat and her hips were following his every move.

  Her hands were holding Ty’s cock at her mouth now, but his own hands on her hips were keeping them all synchronized. Faster, harder, deeper. Scott was pounding into her now, but she was responding to his every move. Then he felt it. Her cunt rippled around him, grabbing his cock even harder than before, and her hot cream bathed his cock. It felt so good he let go of his control, and his seed blasted into the condom. He held her hips high while he drove into her one last time, loving the feeling of her rippling around him.

  Ty had pulled his cock out of her mouth, and was rolling on a condom, so Scott leaned up and kissed her again, loving the faint taste of Ty on her lips, as well as her own special taste. Then he moved away, making room for Ty.

  Scott lay down beside her, resting his hand on her breast, holding it cupped in his palm, feeling her heart beat wildly under his touch.

  It was exciting to watch Ty fuck her. Ty was in a hurry, obviously very aroused indeed, and he threw Rhonda’s legs over his shoulders, tilting her ass high in the air for maximum penetration.

  “Ah, God she’s still quaking,” Ty gasped as he pushed into Rhonda.

  Scott grinned. Sometimes being second was even better than being first. It’s why they always shared. He kept his hand moving gently on Rhonda’s breast, cupping the full globe, a perfect handful, rolling his thumb over the nipple, then tweaking and stretching it, loving the way it grew longer and harder in his fingers. He leaned over and kissed her again, deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, tasting the insides of her cheeks, the roof of her mouth, before having to break loose so they both could breathe.

  Ty was red-faced and sweating, so Scott knew he was desperate to come. Scott decided to help by pinching Rhonda’s nipple. Whether it was the catalyst or not he wasn’t sure, but only seconds later Rhonda shook in her second orgasm, and Ty slammed into her one last time.

  Scott slid off the bed to collect a couple of warm, wet washcloths to clean them all up, then pulled the deep blue quilt over them all, certain they’d sleep right through the night.

  Chapter Four

  Ty was right. The mall was packed with people for the next three days, and although some were there just to look and gape at where the trouble had taken place, many others bought something, even if it as just a belt or pair of gloves.

  Sue, the florist, sold out of all her cheaper arrangements each day, and promised her assistant a pay rise on the strength of the sales. The jeweler was considered a hero, and had to reorder stock of heart bracelets and gold chain necklaces twice that week.

  But for all the storekeepers the best part was that the teenagers would not be coming back, and life could return to its usual, easy-going, pleasant manner, where every customer was a friend, not someone to be scrutinized in case they stole something.

  Website sales were also higher, and for the first time Rhonda found herself needing to wrap parcels during her lunch break to keep up with demand. “Who knows, maybe I can hire a helper at least a few hours a couple of days a week soon, if sales stay this high,” she said to Tilly.

  “Maybe you could share a young person with one of the other stores. If she worked for you from nine thirty to noon, then somewhere else from twelve thirty to three, or something like that a couple days a week, it would be a reasonable job for her and help you both out.”

  “Actually, those hours would likely suit a young mom with school-age children. That could really work. But first, sales need to stay high or it won’t be financially viable,” said Rhonda.

  “Oh, it’s all very exciting,” said Tilly.

  “Who knew something good could come from a disaster like those shoplifters.”

  “I just hope they get locked up for a good long time, not slapped on the wrist and set free. I guess it depends if any of them have rich parents or connections to excellent lawyers.”

  “They were lucky the jeweler wasn’t badly hurt. That will go against them,” said Rhonda, feeling hopeful of a good outcome.

  Tilly raced off, but later came back to say Harry, in the sporting goods store, was also thinking about hiring some extra part-time help, so she’d told him about Rhonda in case sales did continue to increase. “He likes the idea of sharing someone with you,” said Tilly over her shoulder, as she hurried on her way again.

  Rhonda had wondered whether she’d feel safe at work after the scare, but she did. As always, she felt herself surrounded by friends and well-wishers, and she was busier now with less time to brood and think, although her thoughts sometimes went off on a tangent as she wrapped parcels.

  One thing constantly on her mind was where her relationship with Scott and Ty was heading. Scott and Ty were partners. Had been partnered and living together for years. She was what? A treat? A little icing on their cake? Certainly,
they were endlessly kind and caring to her, never making her feel superfluous, but she really couldn’t see herself becoming a part of them, the way Tilly had become a part of the relationship between Noah and Sylvester. Ty and Scott just seemed so together, so interconnected, she simply couldn’t imagine herself as a permanent part of their relationship.

  And that hurt. She loved them both deeply and intensely, in a way she’d never dreamed possible. Two men at once. It seemed totally off-the-wall as a theory, but the practice was yummy, and she enjoyed every moment with them both. But as for permanency, it didn’t really seem to be in the cards.

  Which hurt. Because she wanted them both with a deep and abiding passion.

  Chin up, woman. Enjoy what you have now and don’t sweat what hasn’t happened yet, she ordered herself.

  ****

  “Ty, the boss wants to see you right now.” Carrie’s head appeared over the top of his cubicle as she spoke, then she was gone in a cloud of French perfume.

  He shook his head. He much preferred the sweet, subtle scents Rhonda wore, to the all-pervading, and no doubt horrendously expensive ones, chosen by Carrie.

  He jumped to his feet, snagged his suit jacket off the back of his chair and shrugged into it, then checked his necktie was still properly tied before hurrying along the corridor. What the hell could the boss want with him? All his projects were moving along well, nothing was late or looked liked being overdue. Surely someone hadn’t complained about him? Oh well, he’d find out in a minute.

  Ty patted his pockets flat, checked his zipper was pulled up, then knocked on the boss’ door.

  “Come.”

  “You asked to see me, sir?”

  “Ty, yes, sit, sit.”

  Ty sat, trying to look confident, rather than how he felt, nervous.

  “The Board has approved our expansion into a couple of large towns on the other side of the state. They’ll just be small outrigger offices initially, but the plan is to grow the business using them. We’re looking at appointing a fly-in/fly-out project manager to oversee the establishment and development of the new offices. Someone with in-depth knowledge of the business, but someone young and energetic with the enthusiasm it takes to build new business.”