The dip on the bed next to me let me know Dane was also there. I shyly let my eye rove over the lean muscles on his chest and abs. I grew wetter, watching him stroke his cock already hard in his hand. I bit back a moan from escaping my lips. Then Elliott’s hands touched my thighs. He was down on his knees, spreading my legs wider. “Dane.”
Dane leaned over me from his side of the bed, and I gasped at the first touch of Dane’s tongue, slipping around my clit and through my slick folds as Elliott pumped his finger in and out of me.
I arched my back and moved my hands to touch their hairs but Dane pulled them away.
“Keep your hands on the bed,” he growled. He moved to suck on my breasts. I moaned, my hands moved to follow.
“So beautiful, Gia,” Elliott whispered. He took Dane’s place between my legs, and slipped his tongue inside me, and groaned into me as his tongue slid in stroking me deeper.
My inner wall clenched, and I muffled my cry, “Elliott.”
“Come,” Dane demanded. Elliott crooked his finger inside me and stroked my g-spot.
I whimpered my body shaking, I was coming. Dane bit down lightly on my nipple as Elliott sucked my clit and I came apart, my body convulsed as I climaxed. Elliott stood, and Dane took my hands to help me to sit up.
“I want to watch you tease Elliott’s cock with your mouth,” Dane said.
I turned to look at Elliott. His heavy-lidded eyes watching every move I made. As I took his cock in my hand, I couldn't help the ache that started inside me. I wanted him there, not in my mouth, but those were Dane's orders. I glanced back at Dane to see him observing, a focused air around him. I moved to follow his command. There was an extra thrill as I bent my head and enveloped the head of Elliott's cock. I sank down, luxuriating in the soft noise from Elliott. His cock was hot in my mouth, firming as soon as I started to move. I felt him in minute detail.
Dane's hand came to rest at the small of my back and burned there. I took it in stride, bobbing my head up and down, already feeling my mind going hazy with pleasure. The ache inside me was building as I listened to Elliott's quiet groans of pleasure.
“Take him all the way in,” Dane demanded. His hand at my back came to tangle in my hair, a hard pull, a shot of pain. I didn't stop what I was doing, and soon Dane's hands were holding my long hair back, his grip firm but gentle. It made me shudder all over again.
“Sit back up, Gia,” Dane instructed, his voice deep.
I withdrew from Elliott and scooted back, and Elliott slid down until he was on his back. Dane was stroking himself now, his eyes fixed on us. Watching.
“Look at me,” Dane said. “And touch yourself, but stop as soon as I do.”
My face felt like it was on fire. I suddenly had a bout of shyness at masturbating in front of them. There was also excitement at turning them on, and as I reached down to meet his demand, slipping my hand inside my thighs to caress the wetness there, I moaned.
“Fuck yourself with your fingers,” Elliott instructed.
I slipped a tentative finger inside, and my mouth dropped open.
I was breathing shallowly, rubbing my clit and feeling the little jolts of lightning, when Dane's motions stopped. I stopped and started to wipe my hand on my thigh.
“Don't,” Dane growled. “Don't do anything except what I tell you to do.”
I nodded, feeling the wetness on my fingers against the air, marveling at how dirty it felt, but how natural too.
Dane's gaze slid to Elliott and gestured him. Then his attention was on me again. “I'm going to position you now.”
I shivered at his touch as he gently led me over. I was straddling Elliott in reverse now, my back to him, and I could feel his cock press hard against my ass as he lowered me. Dane was in front of me, on his knees with his cock in one hand, stroking again.
“Elliott, spank her with your hand.”
The first slap of his hand against me was hardly noticeable.
The second slap, however, carried a sharp sting.
I yelped but tried to conceal it. A tingling feeling followed the slap, which didn't feel that bad.
The third slap was sharp too, sending another sting through me. I bit my lip, unsure what I was feeling. I couldn't pinpoint it at first, but as Elliott's hand obeyed Dane's command, the sting started to feel good. So good that I almost forgot about Dane in front of me.
Dane's eyes met mine. “Don't come until I tell you to.” He slipped a hand between my thighs. “Elliott, you can stop now.”
A gasp left me as his fingers toyed with me, two inside and his thumb stroking my clit. I was shuddering, wanting to come.
Dane's voice murmured something that I didn't hear.
I felt Elliott's hand squeeze my ass, and I almost laughed but bit it off. His fingers were slick with lube, and soon they were teasing around my entrance, a sensitive place I so rarely touched.
Elliott's finger slowly eased in, letting me adjust, and then a second finger joined.
I was short-circuiting, too much pleasure at once, trying to focus on what I was feeling. Dane's fingers seemed to brush Elliott's inside me, on either side of a wall. Do they feel it too? I burned to know.
I was crying out now, wanting to come, but Dane hadn't told me to yet.
Elliott's fingers withdrew, followed by Dane's, and then Dane's firm hands were easing me down onto my back, and I could feel Elliott's muscular chest against the damp skin of my back.
“Elliott, take her now,” Dane instructed.
Elliott's cock teased between my buttocks, his hands squeezed me as he slid in. It was tight, and he was unbelievably hard as he started to fill me.
Dane's eyes were on me as my mouth dropped open in surprise.
“How is it this time, Gia?” Dane whispered.
“Good,” I moaned, breathless and swimming in pleasure.
Dane stroked down my inner thigh with his cock, and my head started to spin.
My head fell back as his cock slid in to the hilt. He was as hard as Elliott, blazing hot inside me. Every stroke felt like they were rubbing against each other inside me. I was full, so full, with both of them moving together.
Every moment was pure, agonizing bliss. I wasn't going to stop, couldn't stop. I was going to come.
“Do you want to come, Gia?” Dane purred, his breath hot at my ear.
From within a haze of beautiful pleasure, “Yes, yes,” I begged.
Dane's voice was rough but encouraging. “Come for us.”
I was crying out, moving my body to match their thrusts, and I felt Elliott twitch inside me, ready to burst too.
“Come,” commanded Dane again.
I closed my eyes and moved. My body was arching, letting go. There was light behind my eyes, pouring in as my body shook and shook. My ragged breaths tasted too sweet as the orgasm ripped through me. I could feel them shuddering inside me as I rode the wave of ecstasy, first Elliott and then Dane, as if Dane was restricting himself, too, to make sure we had ours before he had his. As I lay on top of Elliott, my body trembling with the aftershocks.
I opened my eyes again. It was unbearably hot with their bodies on mine.
Dane eased out of me, breathing hard. I thought he was going to kiss me, but he laid me down gently beside Elliott, then took his spot on my other side. The cool air on my bare skin was delicious after the stifling heat of our bodies. I drifted.
When I awoke, Dane wasn’t there. I could hear the shower from the opened door, which led to the master bathroom. But Elliott was there.
Elliott. He was awake leaning against the headboard watching me quietly. My stomach sunk, and I lowered my eyes. I thought on our night out and how much I had enjoyed my date. I couldn’t bring myself to continue looking at him. This was what he wanted, to share me. The sex had been great with Dane with us. Then why don’t I feel great?
“You can join him,” Elliott said quietly.
I curled on my side into a tight ball away from him. This wasn’t going to be able to hap
pen anymore. I would have to choose, and I was mourning. I was sure when I did, I’d end up losing them both.
CHAPTER TEN
The day of the event came around fast, and before I knew it, I was dressed up in the black high-necked laced gown I’d chosen with stilettos. I’d spent more time at the salon getting my hair up in a popular low side chignon with a jewel clasp. With Perfetto pencil and dark eyeshadow on my eyes and maroon on my lips. I was ready. I couldn’t take all the credit; Astrid had been great in helping me to perfect my new look over FaceTime. I loved it, but I’d have loved it more if I were with her. I missed her.
I missed Elliott and Dane too. Elliott had a lead on the case to follow up out of town, and Dane had been spending most of his time at Nella’s with Angel and Melinda. The doctor had recommended that familiar faces and routine would help bring her back to herself. I was being supportive, though it felt like I was imposing. Dane tried to assure me I wasn’t, but I didn’t think so. Could I share Dane with Angel or Elliott with someone else? Was I already sharing Dane with Angel?
The obsessive thoughts plagued me as I prepared for the event. I ended up leaving Dane’s with Tove who was still guarding me at Elliott’s behest. Angel’s party was a part of Justus’ show, which was already scheduled in the large outdoor tents set up at Bryant Park. The set-up included fashions from Angel’s archives of her most successful pieces. I was recognized by the host and invited to the first row of seats, at the end of the dimly lit clear catwalk. Tove was my escort. Elliott, who was supposed to sit next to me, hadn’t called or arrived yet, having to pursue some more leads on the case.
The show theme was Symmetry. Floating lights descended in teardrops from the ceilings, flowing sheets of silk lined the walls, and bare white trees decorated the corners. It was ethereal. Posed along the sides were female models that appeared like giant dolls draped in flowing strips of silk and satin. They were stunning. Around them were lines of chairs filled with people. Some I immediately recognized as famous, others had passes clipped to their clothing to identify them as part of the industry.
Just before the lights went completely down, Nella appeared and decided to sit in Elliott’s vacant chair. The clapping started and a short male with white blond spiked, gelled hair dressed in all black leather walked out. He was flanked by a nude couple with straps of material flowing from the hooks in their skin behind them.
“Welcome everyone, to the Justus and Browne Affair,” he announced in a thick German accent. “Angel is our Angel. We love her and welcome her home. Enjoy.”
The models stalked down the runway in jeweled stilettos and boots, ribbed lace and leather corsets, maxi and full colorful silk skirts with metallic inlays that shone like stars as they moved. The males were shirtless in leather and silk woven trousers, which seemed melted on, and metallic trench coats. I was particularly drawn to the way the make-up artists had used Perfetto cosmetics. They used shimmery whites and pale grey shadows with pale lips gloss. The clothing, naturally, was the star of the show. The selection fused well with the stylings. I was pleased as well as inspired. I instantly began making notes in my heat on a possible line of makeup for Perfetto.
Then what had to be the finale piece emerged donned by a supermodel. It was a large tiered gown of silk and bone leather. A screen lit up, and on display was a younger Angel. She was radiant in a nude jeweled gown. In the movie, she moved with power and grace as she stalked down the stage. At the end of the runway, she did a spin before bursting out laughing. The crowd clapped. Then Angel herself appeared ethereal, with her blonde hair flowing in angelic waves down her back. Her face was made up, giving color and shimmer to her pale skin. She was wearing a white silk dress and leaning on a cane. Dane, in a tuxedo, was at her side.
We were all on our feet giving a standing ovation.
The two of them looked stunning together as they walked the length of the catwalk. Justus came running out and handed her a microphone. I held my breath wondering what she’d say to the audience like I imagined others that had spoken to her recently would.
“Wow,” she said and giggled. Her eyes danced around then seemed to zero in on me. “Thank you for coming out to celebrate with my family and me. I’m back.”
I raised my brows. She was coherent. Had she been pretending the whole time?
She turned her head toward Dane and proffered her cheek for a harmless peck. Just before he kissed her, she turned her head, directing it to her lips. Their kiss started innocent, but quickly caught fire, evolving to passion, with Dane holding her up and Angel letting the cane fall to wrap her arms around his neck.
The crowd’s applause went to a fever pitch.
“That’s our Angel,” Nella trilled. “She’s going to be okay.”
I plastered on a smile, though my insides twisted in knots. Nella leaned over for my response. Fortunately, I recovered fast enough and said, “I’m glad for them.” But I wasn’t. I swallowed hard against the lump in my throat. I’d anticipated their reunion all along, but now that it was here, it was more difficult than I had thought. If I couldn’t handle it now, would I lose Dane? And without Dane, would I lose Elliott?
The lights came fully up, and people congregated into groups.
Dane and Angel were crowded smiling and answering questions. Dane’s eyes met mine, but I quickly turned away. I didn’t blame him for kissing Angel back. I just needed time to think about it.
The host came out to show us to the adjacent tent for dinner, I quickly moved forward to be swallowed by the crowd, shivering from the chill as I passed between the breezeways, though there were plenty of gas heaters stationed through the tent. Tove caught up to me and touched my arm. “Elliott’s here.”
I was happy to follow Tove only to be surprised when I saw Elliott. A few women surrounded him like he was a Rockstar, and even from where I stood across the room, he stood out. His compelling blue eyes; the firm features of his face. His strong, powerful build. He was strikingly handsome. One blonde, who looked awfully familiar was leaning close. Sophie from The Agency mixer? He must have said something funny because she threw back her head and gripped his bicep.
My lips pressed together. It wasn’t a kiss. I was being completely unreasonable. Still, I couldn’t go over to him. I needed some time to think, but I couldn’t get past the thoughts that this could be my new life, and it wouldn’t stop there—it would be more than just kisses. If this was my first test at being comfortable with Elliott and Dane with someone else, I failed. Horribly.
I didn’t want to watch Dane make out with Angel. And I definitely didn’t want to see another woman touch Elliot. I didn’t think I could share. So where would that leave us?
The path that led to the bathrooms led to the hotel in the park. I was almost at the end of the path when a hand clasped my elbow. “Gia Ruiz.”
My pulse jumped in fear and it wasn’t much better when I turned around. It was Bradley, a man I met at The Agency mixer party at Dane’s. He was in a modern suit of all black that contrasted with the white blonde of his hair. His blue eyes roved the length of my body before returning with a smile. “I thought that was you…. You changed your hair.”
I stiffened. “Yeah, I did. If you’ll excuse me.”
“Please don’t go,” he stepped in front of me blocking my path. “I’m no longer a member of The Agency. I’m not going to hurt you. Sophie and I were invited by Elliott if you want to check with him. That’s where she is probably right now. She always enjoyed him.” His deep tone didn’t hide his meaning, and what I had already suspected.
I jutted my chin. “Duly noted. Now I must go.”
“Wait,” he said touching my elbow again.
I took a step back and ran my hands down my arms and his gaze followed the move. “Is there something else?”
“I didn’t mean to offend you,” he said apologetically. “I thought you were really a part of everything now.”
“Everything?” I questioned as my brows raised.
“W
ell, swap partners for the night,” he explained leering at me. “Sophie and I are interested. I’m sure Elliott would go with it. To be honest, I’m obsessed. I can’t get enough of looking at that video of you.” He leaned close to my ear. “I can’t stop seeing your pussy. Fuck, you were so wet, had Dane and Elliott just come inside you? Please let me have a taste of you, Gia. I would eat you out for hours.”
My face heated to burn. I was not only not flattered, but I was also insulted.
Placing my heel on top of his foot I said, “Never talk to me like that again. Do I make myself clear?” I put some pressure on it enough to make him flinch, then stopped.
His cheeks turned bright pink. “It was a compliment because you’re beautiful. I’m sorry you took it the wrong way.”
“That goes double for me, leave her alone,” Elliott appeared and stepped between us, towering Bradley. He pushed his finger into his shoulder hard enough to make Bradley step back into the wall. “You come near her again. I’ll rip you apart.”
“Come on, Elliott. Be reasonable,” Bradley put his hands up. “You’ve said and done more than talk to Sophie.”
“I don’t care,” Elliott responded sharply. “Anyone could see Gia’s uncomfortable.”
I was just as puzzled as Bradley over Elliott’s reaction, though I liked that he intervened.
Bradley looked between us. “I get the message.” He walked off fast without another word.
Elliott cursed. “You all right?”
I took a deep breath and nodded. “It’s fine. I handled it.”
“It’s not fine, or you wouldn’t look so upset,” Elliott gritted and ran his hand over my back. “He’s usually okay, but tonight he was out of line. I invited Sophie to Angel’s show after I had interviewed her for the case. I’m sorry.”
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