by Mia Allen
Amanda felt a nudge against her thighs and realized one of the men was trying to enter her. She sat up quickly, shook her head no and pulled a man to each side of her. She reached inside her own body and used the wetness she found there to make their manhood slick. She moved her hands in a matching rhythm, going faster as each man groaned and their hardness grew. When she felt the pulsing that happens before a climax, she tugged them closer. Their seed covered her stomach as they, too, cried out.
Reality of what had just gone down came quickly. The men grabbed their pants and donned them as fast as possible. Ryan got a washcloth and soaked it with warm water. He silently wiped the mess off of Amanda. Bryson cleaned up the now dirty kitchen. No one spoke. The atmosphere was definitely tense. Amanda took her clothes to the restroom to dress alone. When she looked in the mirror, she saw someone she didn’t recognize. The naive Amanda was gone. In her place stood a woman who knew she must make a choice. She couldn’t keep them both. It was cruel to ask that of two strong, loving men. They had compromised themselves for her today and it had almost broken their spirit. To protect the wonderful men that they had proven themselves to be, she had to let one go. The decision was going to be difficult. Someone would definitely be hurt. Was her future with the love from her youth or was it with a man she had yet to learn all about?
Chapter 9
Amanda returned to an empty room. A note was on the counter where she had previously lain. The men had left, too embarrassed by their behavior to face her. She had believed the threesome to be a life changing event. It had turned her from a child into a full-fledged woman. The note of apology made her feel differently. Instead of being loved by two men, she now felt used. Amanda looked around the room. This was where she had lost her youth. She locked the door behind her and sadly drove home.
Amanda was not in class. Ryan hadn’t been able to reach her for days. He broke down and called Bryson, only to learn that he was not in contact with her either. She had effectively shut them both out. Ryan felt he deserved it. Things had gotten out of hand. He had wanted the first time with Amanda to be perfect. He meant to declare his love for her and then spend hours proving it. Instead he had treated her like a piece of meat that was being fought over by two wolves. To make matters worse, he had just received a formal notice of a hearing before the college board for misconduct with a student. Somehow the dean had learned of his transgression.
Amanda held the letter in a shaking hand. She was being summoned to a hearing at the college. She had the choice of facing charges against herself or testifying against Ryan. If she was charged with misconduct, she would be thrown out and not graduate. If she laid all the blame on Ryan, he would lose his job and his reputation would be ruined. Neither was acceptable. She tried to call Bryson, but his phone went straight to voicemail. Amanda knocked on Connie’s bedroom door. When the door opened she shoved the letter into Connie’s hand asking her to read it. Connie only glanced down at it before she tossed it on the bed and said, “I know what it is. Bryson’s on the phone with me. He got one just like it. He’s freaking out. Your degrees are in jeopardy and so is his job.”
Shocked, Amanda asked, “He called you, instead of me? I don’t understand.” In answer, Connie handed her the phone. “Bryson? Why would you call Connie? This is our mess, not hers.”
Bryson calmly replied, “She’s been my port in a storm. I can talk to her about anything and she understands. I’m beginning to think she gets me better than you ever did. Don’t be mad at her, she’s done nothing wrong. I still care about you, but I think it’s time to let the idea of us go. We have to fix this situation for all our sakes. I’ll see you at the hearing. Tell the truth and it will all be fine.”
Connie’s face showed fear. Amanda hugged her and said, “It’s okay. I’m not mad. Thank you for taking care of Bryson. He needs someone like you. I hope the two of you find love together. If not, then at least a great friendship like ours.”
The roommates called their own meeting to strategize. They did research on other cases of misconduct at their college and others to see if any had ever been won by the accused. Amanda, Bryson and Ryan had many factors in their favor. They were all over twenty-one. None had ever been brought up on charges of misconduct before. And most of all, they would all stand together as one. There was no real evidence of misconduct. No texts, emails, videos or pictures existed. Anything the board could say was only speculation on their part. Connie was able to call Bryson and tell him what they had learned. Charlotte would try to reach Ryan through Hank. It was best if Amanda refrained from calling either one.
The day of reckoning dawned with bright sunshine. Amanda dressed carefully. She wanted to appear as an adult, not a coed. She wore a black pencil skirt that stopped a few inches above her knees, a green silk shirt that matched her eyes, and slim heels. She chose to leave her hair loose to flow over her shoulders. She looked tasteful, intelligent and determined. She glanced in the mirror, squared her slim shoulders, and left her room.
To Amanda’s surprise, her roommates were standing in the tiny living area dressed much the same as she was. Charlotte spoke for them both, “We’re coming with you. We stand behind you all the way. You can ride with me. Connie’s picking up Bryson and Hank is with Ryan. No one’s allowed to face this alone. Friends forever, right?” The three girls hugged and tried not to cry. If there was truly strength in numbers, then they couldn’t lose today.
The elevator stopped on the top floor of the administration building. The doors opened to a long narrow hallway. Amanda and Charlotte exited and stared at the group at the other end of the hall. The dean and several professors stood there along with unfamiliar serious faces. A chill ran up Amanda’s spine caused by the glares coming her way. The elevator dinged and the door opened again. Ryan, Hank, Connie and Bryson were inside. Their smiles of encouragement went a long way toward easing her fear. Hank’s wink added a much needed levity to the situation.
The dean saw the large group that had gathered by the elevator. She had not expected to find such solidarity among the accused. In her experience, people tended to turn against each other in these situations. Everyone blamed someone else, giving the committee all the evidence needed to prove their case. The dean felt her first qualm that she might lose this hearing. She ushered the committee into the conference room, peering down the hallway one last time. The group at the other end ignored her completely.
Chapter 10
The dean had planned on bringing each of the accused in one at a time, but she was overruled. Ryan had foreseen her move and submitted a notarized protest stating the college’s previous rulings that allowed all the accused to be present at once. The committee agreed. Ryan, Bryson and Amanda entered together. Their cheerleaders remained in the hallway.
The dean started with Bryson. She felt he would be the easiest to break. “Bryson, it is my understanding that you are a victim of an impropriety caused by Professor Bentley. Would you please tell us exactly what the professor did to you?”
Bryson stated truthfully, “The professor has never done anything to me. I’m not sure what you think I’ve been a victim of.”
The dean answered, “You were seen entering a condominium with Professor Bentley. Amanda followed soon after. Almost two hours passed before you and the professor left. A witness says you were both disheveled and angry. Amanda left ten minutes later, also disheveled. I want you to tell me what immoral actions went on in that condo.”
Bryson replied, “Nothing happened in that condo that I consider immoral. Your witness, whoever they may be is mistaken. I’m not a victim of anything. As to appearing angry, that would be an assumption on the supposed witnesses part. I certainly didn’t see or speak to anyone.”
The dean became frustrated and turned to Amanda, “You have been conducting a sexual relationship with both Professor Bentley and Bryson, haven’t you?”
Amanda answered, “My relationship with Bryson is no one’s business but our own. The only relationships I ha
ve conducted with the professor are as a student and a teacher’s assistant.”
The dean continued to pry, “You met Professor Bentley and Bryson at the condo for sexual purposes didn’t you?”
Amanda was very calm when she truthfully replied, “Absolutely not. You have clearly been misinformed.”
The dean tried another avenue of questioning, “It was not my intention to accuse either you or Bryson with misconduct. It is Professor Bentley that is accused of inappropriate behavior. If you tell us truthfully what kind of attention the professor forced on the two of you, I promise you will graduate with your class.”
Amanda smiled and spoke clearly, “The professor has never forced me to do anything at any time. I am sure that the same is true for Bryson.” At Bryson’s nod she continued, “Whoever this witness is, they seem to have some kind of problem with the professor. Seeing a group of people coming and going from a friend’s home is meaningless. There is no reason for any accusations.”
The frustrated and angry dean admitted, “ I’m the one who saw all of you at that condo. I know angry and disheveled when I see it. Something happened in that house. If nothing else, the professor was inappropriately fraternizing with students.”
Ryan spoke for the first time, “You have no idea what went on in that condo and you certainly have no proof of misconduct. The condo belongs to a good friend of mine who is also a policeman. We were there at his invitation. As to our appearance, there may have been an argument over a video game, or there may have been dancing, or your eyes may not be as good as you think. Spending time with underaged students is frowned upon, but not misconduct. These students are over twenty-one and quite capable of reporting wrongdoing of their own accord. I consider your constant spying and threats to be a form of misconduct.”
The dean stood, ready to argue, but a committee member spoke up first, “Professor Bentley is correct. This meeting is a farce. You clearly have a vendetta against the professor. Perhaps that is due to your own affair in college with a professor. Yes, Dean, we are all aware of that situation. Unless the students have a charge to bring against the professor, there is no reason for this accusation. As adults, whatever happened in that condo is their business. Let’s leave it at that. If you continue spying, we will have to look into your own misconduct.”
Ryan, Bryson and Amanda left the room without speaking. They joined the others in the hallway and in silence everyone exited the building. When they were far enough away from the administration building, Amanda gave a thumbs up and the celebration began.
Hank invited the group to his condo for pizza and beer. They all accepted. Hank took Charlotte with him this time, leaving Ryan to ride with Amanda.
Ryan no longer cared who saw him with Amanda. He was sick of hiding away. Besides, the committee had made it clear that they wouldn’t tolerate any more tattling on the dean’s part.
As Amanda buckled her seatbelt, Ryan turned to her and said, “Can we just sit here and talk for a minute? I think we need to clear the air between us.”
“I think you’re right. I want to get something off my chest. I’m angry with you and hurt, too. I know that what happened in the condo wasn’t ideal, but it had me feeling empowered and like I had finally passed from childhood into womanhood. Then you left that note. It made me feel used and dirty instead,” Amanda declared.
Ryan hung his head, “I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. Bryson and I thought that we had already made you feel used in some kind of competition between us. We were embarrassed by our selfishness and figured you didn’t want to see us there when you came out of the bathroom.”
Amanda reached for his hand and said, “I wanted you to hold me and tell me we could work everything out together. I needed to hear you say that I mattered to you. You told others, but never me.”
Ryan pulled her in for a gentle kiss, “I had imagined our first time together being romantic and perfect. I would tell you how much I love you, then we would make love all night. Instead, I put you in the middle of a frenzied threesome.”
Amanda laughed through her tears, “I enjoyed every minute of that frenzy. It changed all of our lives for the better. I love you, too. Bryson is better off with Connie. She worships the ground he walks on. Charlotte found the perfect man for her in Hank. It was a difficult road, but we found each other and a mature love that I needed desperately.”
Ryan repeated, “I truly do love you. I want to show you how much. Do you think the others would miss us if we skipped out on the celebration and went back to my house?”
Amanda replied, “I think they expect us to do exactly that!”
THE END
Bonus 15 of 20
Hunting for Love
Description
Agent Amanda Kowaski might only be a rookie, but she’s as ambitious as anybody in the Bureau. Her green eyes burn with a desire for justice, which gives her little time or energy for anything else. And that’s just the way she likes it. She’s not interested in any sort of romantic entanglements. Or at least that’s what she keeps telling herself
But as her investigation into a sexy, mysterious, Russian spy, intensifies, she feels a whirl of strange emotions and tingling sensations, bubbling up inside of her.
But it’s not just the potential Russian spy that begins to arouse her sexual urges.
She also finds herself incredibly turned on by her older, tough talking, hard drinking partner, Nolte.
Which direction will she turn? Will she risk her up and coming career and begin a torrid love affair with her partner? Or will she go even further, committing treason in the name of love, and begin a passionate relationship with the sexy Russian?
Love and desire make her lose control of herself. She hates it. She loves it. Yes, she absolutely loves it! Two men fighting over her. Two men loving her.
Oh, what an incredible feeling!
Chapter 1
Kowaski slammed her laptop shut and stood up from her desk. She paced around her office, a frown etched on her face. Frustration shown in her eyes. She rubbed her neck. Her entire body was stiff and sore. She’d been sitting in that chair for the last six hours, locked in her office, away from everyone else at the Bureau. As much as she hated to admit it, this case was starting to get to her.
Take it easy, her father would’ve said. You’re just a rookie. Don’t push things too hard. You’ll end up alienating your fellow officers.
If he was still alive to say that to her, she would’ve rolled her eyes and smirked. She was never one to take it easy. Never one to calm down. She was full of ambition. Rookie or not. She only knew one way to work. Only one way to live. Full throttle, pedal to the metal.
She checked her watch. It was 3:30 in the afternoon. Nolte should’ve been back an hour ago. She hadn’t even noticed the time go by. They had an evening surveillance assignment. Sergei Bronov. They would be watching him, again, for the 15th straight day. He was a Russian playboy. At least that was his cover. They suspected him of being a spy and conducting undercover operations within the United States will the intention of infiltrating and undermining the government of the United States.
She had never much been into politics. But the result of the last election was something that she couldn’t live with. It was not a free and fair election. No way. There had been foreign interference. The Russians. She was sure of it. But now she had to go about digging up some real, hard evidence that she could take to the director. Once she turned it over to him, she hoped that he would finally go in front of Congress and reveal their findings.
She felt a deep patriotic duty to get to the bottom of this case. Unfortunately, not everyone in the building shared her enthusiasm or sense of patriotism. This was a great source of disappointment for her. It seemed like only half of the Bureau had any interest in really figuring out whether or not the Russians had interfered in the election. What role did Russia play? Did the current administration collaborate with them? And if so, why? And what was there to expect in the future?<
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There were so many unanswered questions. But it seemed like there were also so many roadblocks being thrown up against the investigation. Before his passing two years ago, her father had warned her about the internal politics that she would most likely run up against. But she was still surprised by just how intense it could be. Weren’t they all Americans? Weren’t they all fighting for the same thing? To protect the interests of the United States? If so why so much political bickering?
The lack of teamwork frustrated her. But she wouldn’t let it deter her. She was going to break this case. Rookie or not.
Someone knocked on the door. She spun around. The handle turned. The door opened.
Nolte. He smiled and brushed a tangle of disheveled brown hair from his face.
She looked him dead in the eyes, frowning, brow furrowed. At least he’s not drunk, she said to herself. Or not as drunk as he usually is by this time in the afternoon.
She crossed her arms against her chest. “Weren’t you supposed to be here an hour ago?”
Nolte reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his phone. His eyes open wide. “Yeah, sorry about that. Ex-wife. Kids. Crazy shit going on in my life. Sorry.”
Her father had always told her not to bring personal or family business into the office. Keep that crap at home, he used to say. Everyone’s got problems. Nobody wants to hear about yours.
Despite those hard-boiled lessons, she couldn’t help feeling some sense of empathy for her screw-up of a partner. Apparently, he had really been going through a lot with his ex-wife lately. Divorce. Kids. Money. A messy settlement.