by Jan Springer
He thrust into her hard, fast and to the hilt.
A tremor shook her.
Mercy! Such bigness! His cock was smooth, hot and utterly endless. Impossibly deep.
Her pussy muscles clenched and struggled to accommodate his stiff shaft. Did he know she hadn’t had sex with a guy since she’d last been with him? Did he know that she was contemplating a ménage? Did he know that she still loved him with all her heart?
She cried into his mouth when he withdrew. Gasped as he thrust into her again. Her inner muscles coiled around him and tightened.
He ripped his mouth from hers, growled, and grabbed her hips. He held her tight as he withdrew and then quickly plunged his thick penis into her again. And again. The power of his thrusts shocked her. Aroused her and sent more items plunging to the floor.
Her senses overloaded and she exploded.
As she cried out, he rode her hard. His strokes into her were fierce and demanding. She twisted against each furious impalement. Cried into his mouth and dug her nails into his shoulders as she held onto him and the pleasure.
It was agony. It was beautiful.
They both had no control. They were like animals in heat. Him thrusting like a madman. Her writhing and accepting.
Their instincts overrode everything. It was as if she understood he needed to brand her, to make her remember how good it had been between them. It was as if he knew she needed that reminder.
She didn’t know when they broke their kiss, but she was crying out shamelessly, panting and holding him as the tremors shattered her.
Then he went rigid, his hard flesh locked inside her and her pussy filled with his warm seed as he came. She held onto him for dear life. Held on tight, because she never wanted to let go of him.
It was over too soon. She wanted more. Another orgasm. But he was withdrawing from her. Physically and emotionally.
Her heart clenched as regret twisted his face.
“This shouldn’t have happened,” he whispered. She watched him pull up his underwear. His shaft disappeared. His jeans were zipped. He was shaking his head. His mouth was a tight grimace.
“I…I think you’d better go,” she said. She trembled as she slid off the table. Her legs almost buckled when her feet hit the floor. She lifted her underwear and tried to straighten her dress.
Oh God, what had they done? Why had she just had unprotected sex with a man who didn’t want her anymore?
He glared at her in warning, as he continued to shake his head.
“This can’t happen again, Jax.”
“Consider it for old time’s sake,” she said, trying to be aloof. Trying to pretend what he’d just said didn’t strike a blade into her heart. But the shakiness in her voice was quite evident.
She wanted to see the guilt disappear from his face. When it didn’t, her heart broke.
“I’m sincerely sorry, Jaxie. I shouldn’t have lost control like that.”
He walked toward the door and hesitated.
Her hopes soared. Had he changed his mind? Was he going to tell her that he’d lost control because he still wanted her?
When he said nothing and left, she could hold back her tears no longer.
Lifting the cell phone he’d brought, she flung it at the door.
Chapter Four
Ewan winced as something hit the door right behind him. Music from the front of the club had done a good job in covering up what had just happened in Jaxie’s office and thankfully, no one was in the hallway, or he’d have some serious explaining to do.
Right now, he wasn’t in the mood for talk. Shock snapped along his nerves as he quickly left the club. The rain poured over him in buckets as he dashed across the parking lot and then got into his truck.
Man! He’d just had wild sex with Jaxie.
It was insane. He was insane. But she’d been so beautiful. So attractive. So vulnerable. Not to mention her teasing him about getting herself a well-hung stranger for the night had rocked his world.
Normally, he wasn’t the jealous type. There had never been a need to be jealous. He’d always trusted her. Always loved her. Still loved her.
He swallowed at the realization. He still loved Jaxie. Probably always would. He hadn’t been with another woman since he’d hooked up with Jaxie. Hadn’t been with another woman after leaving her.
Damn, Jaxie had crawled under his skin and stayed there from the moment he’d met her. She’d never leave his soul. Maybe he should just take her the way she was. She wouldn’t change. She was a career girl. How could he take that security away from her? She’d always said she didn’t want a family…
Sudden realization made his gut twist in one hell of an unkind way.
Shit. He hadn’t used protection. She’d never been on the pill because it didn’t agree with her.
He shook his head and slammed the key into the ignition. He’d just made everything worse.
* * * * *
“You and Ewan did what last night?” Rachel gasped in disbelief.
“Shhh, someone will hear.” Jaxie gazed around the busy restaurant where she and Rachel were having a quick lunch. Thankfully, no one was paying too much attention to Rachel’s sudden outburst.
“We had an argument and then we had unprotected sex,” she stated calmly.
Until a few seconds ago, she’d had every intention of telling Rachel off for setting up last night’s meeting between Ewan and herself. But Rachel had been dabbing some tissue at her eyes as Jaxie had entered the restaurant. Instinctively, she knew Rachel was upset about her dad. Guilt did that. Ripped apart a person one layer at a time. When Rachel had seen her approaching, the tissue had quickly disappeared into Rachel’s purse and that familiar smile that Jaxie loved slipped back on her face. Now was not the time to chastise Rachel, so Jaxie had decided to drop the bomb on her in the hopes it would cheer her up knowing that Ewan was still interested in her, sexually anyway.
“But how? Why?”
Jaxie shrugged and gazed at the menu. Suddenly she was starving and everything on the menu looked good.
“Come on, Jaxie. You are teasing me, right? You’re getting back at me for getting him over to the club, right?”
Jaxie kept her gaze glued to the menu.
“Nope, not kidding. It was just like old times. Only wilder.”
“So, I guess your ménage is off the bucket list?” Was that a hopeful note in Rachel’s voice? Is that why her friend had gotten Ewan to come over? Because she didn’t want her to indulge in one of her most intimate fantasies?
“No. It’s still on.” More now than ever. Especially with Ewan telling her that they couldn’t be together again.
“Oh, well, then that means I can still keep planning.” Rachel giggled.
Jaxie frowned at Rachel’s sudden excitement. What in the world was with Rachel? First, she set her up to meet Ewan, and then she’s still excited about Jaxie participating in the ménage.
“Let’s eat, I am suddenly starving,” Rachel said as she picked up her menu.
Hmm, interesting. Why did she suddenly get the feeling Rachel was up to something again?
* * * * *
“Hey Ewan! Look what I found in my email. We should go because you, my friend, need to get laid,” Royce said as he slapped a gray sheet of paper onto the table Ewan was sitting at. He’d just completed a report concerning a rescue operation they’d just returned from and he was looking forward to going home and getting a good night’s sleep. But that idea was blown the instant he saw the fancy lettering on the paper.
The Key Club is throwing a Masquerade Ménage Ball this Saturday night. Prizes for best costumes. Dirty dancing. Naughty games. And of course, your chance at experiencing the ménage of your dreams. For members only.
Beneath the words was a photo of two men seductively embracing a woman who stood between them. Their faces were hidden behind half-face masquerade masks. The woman wore a sexy silver sequined dress that hugged her form to a t. A dress that seemed oddly familiar.
Where had he seen that dress before?
He shrugged it off and kept staring at the paper.
Yeah, he wouldn’t mind getting a little relief with a warm and willing woman who he didn’t know.
Guilt at betraying Jaxie made him hesitate.
“I can’t,” he replied
“Why the hell not? It’s not like you’re dating anyone or anything.”
Ewan could feel Royce’s stare drilling into him, but he kept his gaze to the flyer.
“It wouldn’t be right.” Especially after what had happened a few nights ago between them.
“Jaxie won’t be there, if that’s what you’re afraid of.”
Ewan’s fingers tightened on his pen. Something bad must have happened to her if she wasn’t going to be at her pride and joy, her business. He waited impatiently for Royce to elaborate, but he remained silent.
Anxiety for her well-being gripped him. She’d been all right the other night when they were fucking each other’s brains out in the office. Yet, maybe she’d fallen ill?
Damn.
“Is she sick?” he finally asked.
Royce shrugged and frowned. “Not that I know of.”
“Why won’t she be there?”
“According to Rachel, Jaxie is going out of town on business, so Rachel’s taking over the club’s duties for that weekend.”
Business. That sounded like his Jaxie. Yet at the mention of Rachel, Ewan grinned inwardly. This conversation was beginning to sound like another setup just like the other night. Couldn’t Rachel and Royce come up with a better excuse than Jaxie not being there? Maybe because he’d fallen for it once, they figured he would fall for it again?
He gazed at the picture of the masked woman again.
Hmm, he could play at this game too.
“Okay, let’s do it. I wouldn’t mind losing myself in a hot woman in a threesome.”
From the corner of his eye, he noted Royce’s mouth drop open with surprise.
“Well, that was easy,” Royce muttered.
“Consider yourself lucky for catching me in a good mood. Now all we need to figure out is what we’re going to the party dressed as.”
He was going to enjoy playing Royce and Rachel for as long as he could. He was going to enjoy it a lot.
* * * * *
Masquerade Ménage Ball Rules
1. Anyone wearing a mask must not speak.
2. Let’s keep identities secret until you are in your assigned rooms.
3. What you do behind closed doors must be consensual.
Ewan grinned at the feminine handwriting written in white chalk on the small chalkboard set on a stand right inside the front entrance to the Key Club. He recognized the handwriting as that belonging to Jaxie. Even with her “being out of town” on business, she still had to leave her mark for him to see.
Royce slapped Ewan on his bare back and he grimaced at the pain.
Damn! That hurt!
“Come on, let’s go check things out,” Royce said.
Ewan nodded and followed Royce as he meandered through the throng of masked club members milling about with drinks. A moment later, they reached the bar area. None of the stools were available, so they stood in the short line up waiting for their turn. While they waited, he looked around the room and nodded in approval.
On the way over to the club, Royce had filled him in that Rachel was in charge of dressing up the Key Club for tonight’s event. He had to admit she’d done a great job. She’d tastefully decorated in silver, white and pale blue.
The tables were decked out in white linen, glass vases and white flowers. The ceiling was dark blue, draped with sheer white material that hung like fishing nets and light-blue strobe lights shone against it, giving the room a wedding-like appearance.
People were dressed in a sea of costumes — Robin Hood, vampires, Bugs Bunny, gypsies and their favorite talk show hosts. Most talked with their hands, gesturing in comical ways as they tried to follow the club rule of remaining silent. Luckily, Royce and himself only had a short wait before two stools became available.
Once seated, Royce ordered them beers. When the bartender placed the items in front of them, Royce broke the rule of silence.
“Have you seen anyone you’d like to hook up with?” His voice was barely above a whisper and Ewan had some trouble making out what he was saying above the rock ’n roll music blaring from the three-man live band set up in a dark corner.
Ewan laughed.
“Patience, my man. We just got here. Give me a chance to scout around. When I see the woman I want, you’ll be the first to know. And you just let me know when you see one you want.”
Royce nodded.
His friend had mentioned he wanted to rig it with Rachel to use the trick hat that Jaxie had, but Rachel had told him the hat was just a rumor. He’d even tried to pry it out of Royce if he knew about the trick hat, but he’d feigned ignorance. Despite what was going on between Jaxie and himself, he was not about to divulge one of her club secrets. She’d worked too hard to make this place a huge success and he wasn’t going to ruin it for her, even if this club had ruined their relationship.
Ewan gazed into the bar mirror in front of him and carefully watched his friend nurse his beer. He didn’t appear to be checking out the chicks in the costumes, and there were plenty of beauties. It appeared ménages were a hot topic around here.
Jaxie had pegged it right when she’d told him one of the top fantasies for a woman was to have sex with two or more men, in a safe environment. She’d tapped into the market with her themed Ménage nights.
And he’d been faulting her for being a good businesswoman, instead of being proud of her accomplishments.
Man, he was an idiot. He’d done everything wrong, including protecting his heart. Maybe all she’d needed was time.
“Hot chick at six o’clock,” Royce murmured. His friend’s eyes were sparkling with interest as he stared into the bar mirror at Ewan. Well, actually not at him, but behind him.
Ewan had been so deep in thought that he hadn’t noticed the glitter girl dancing with two other girls not more than ten feet behind them. One was dressed as a sexy nurse, and the other woman was dressed in a red and black Canadian Mountie uniform.
But his attention was for glitter girl. She wore a shiny silver full-face mask that matched a hot dress that fit her like a glove and showed off her sexy curves. Silver threads had been woven through her raven-black hair and she wore it in a fancy updo with cute little ringlets along the sides of her mask. She looked like a delicate princess, waiting for her princes.
He liked the way she moved. Sexy. Sultry. Confident. Her hips were nice and wide. Easy to hold onto her when he fucked her.
Ewan swallowed as his cock hardened. Yeah, glitter girl was the one he wanted.
He nodded to Royce, who quickly eased off the stool.
“I’ll get our names on the list and talk to Rachel about that top hat,” he whispered.
In a split second, Royce rushed off.
Yeah, you do that, Royce. You talk to Rachel. Top hat or not, glitter girl belongs to us tonight.
In the meantime, he was going to sit right here and watch her dance. And he would make love to her with his mind, until the time came to do her for real.
* * * * *
“Some guy has been watching us for a few minutes.” Ava’s whisper rocked Jaxie out of the rhythmic dance that she’d been totally absorbed in.
She glanced around, her gaze flickering over the crush of bodies on the dance floor, but didn’t see anyone watching.
“What guy?” she asked her friend, who’d come to the Masquerade Ball dressed like a nurse. Ava owned one of the local restaurants where Jaxie, Rachel and their friend Jewel had their business meetings when Jaxie wanted to buy adult toys from Jewel.
“The one dressed like a gladiator. He was sitting with another gladiator. I suspect they’re here for a ménage,” Ava said and nodded toward the bar area.
Jaxie followe
d her gaze and spotted him immediately. He sat on a barstool, his back to them. But she noticed how his eyes were glued to the mirror and to her.
He wore tight black pants, a black Zorro-style mask with the rest of his head buried beneath a black executioner style hood.
Oh la la his back was bare and big muscles laced his shoulders and arms.
The man exuded testosterone. Something wicked stirred inside of her as she stared at the man who continued to stare at her in the bar mirror. Usually, this fluttery feeling was reserved for Ewan. And lately for Royce.
Oh great. Now she was starting to get hot for a complete stranger?
“He’s cute,” her other friend, Chloe, giggled.
Chloe was the town’s female cobbler and Jaxie loved how Chloe could revive a pair of Jaxie’s old favorite shoes. Jaxie had become fast friends with the easygoing young woman, who’d confessed she actually had a shoe fetish.
“Oh shit, he’s getting up,” Chloe whispered.
Both women tensed on each side of her and stopped dancing, but Jaxie opted to keep doing what she was doing. Dancing made her feel sexy and free and very much alive.
“Let him look,” she said.
To her surprise, he strolled toward them. His gaze was hidden behind the thin dark slits in the cloth mask, but in the tense way he stalked toward her, she knew instinctively he wanted her.
Suddenly it seemed as if he was the only man in the room.
His mouth drew her attention. His lips were full and red in a very seductive pout.
“I think he wants you, Jax,” Ava echoed her thoughts.
“Shh, no names,” Chloe reminded her.
Thankfully, the gladiator was out of earshot and hadn’t heard her name. As he drew nearer, her gaze dropped to his chest. Fake red welts and scars had been placed there. Her gaze lowered and she swallowed tightly as a rush of moisture and desire pulsed between her thighs as she spied the thick erection pressing against his tight pants.
This is crazy. Why was she reacting so much to this stranger?
Maybe because he reminds me of Ewan? Shit. Not good.
She hadn’t even noticed that Chloe and Ava had abandoned her until the gladiator was standing in front of her. Muscles flexed in his right arm as he held out his large hand to her.