Jake lowered the volume on the radio. “How do you feel about Gil? Do you have feelings for him?”
Margot sat back in her seat and looked out the windshield at the oncoming headlights on the highway. They’d give her a ménage if that’s what she wanted? What happened when the night was over and Jake mulled over her response to his question? How could she answer knowing the risk she took?
She looked back at Gil, and her face warmed when she saw the love he revealed to her with his green eyes and his smile. He’d held that back? How? A connection formed between them just then, for better or for worse. There was no going back.
“Yes, Jake, I do. But I—”
“No ‘buts’ tonight, sugar britches. Gil doesn’t want a one-night stand and I think he’s just as worried about making trouble between us as you and I are. Ethan was the one who suggested we talk about this together. I guess I should’ve clued in on it sooner.”
She wrestled with her thoughts and her emotions for the rest of the drive.
“What do we do?” she asked as he parked in her driveway and turned the ignition off. Jake turned to her, and when she looked in his eyes she got a glimpse of the vulnerability he must’ve been feeling. She put her fingertips to his lips when he would’ve spoken. “We can do this if you want, but I want you to know right now that you’ve always been more than enough man for me, Jake. You’ve never left me dissatisfied. I was worried that you wanted to break up with me. You’ve been so quiet lately.”
Jake pressed his lips to her fingers. “I thought you wanted to leave me for a ménage relationship.”
“No. But—”
“But you do want a ménage, don’t you? Day in and day out, you see how happy Summer is with Ace and Kemp. You want that too. It’s only natural.”
“I do.” Oh, Lord, I said it.
“Then let’s give it a try. In the house with you, sugar britches.”
Just like that, he had her back up, using those stupid endearments again. “I asked you not to call me that.”
Gil sighed as he released the seat belt and opened his door. “Here we go again.”
* * * *
Jake decided the best thing to do was get her in the house and help her relax, maybe with a massage. The humid heat was miserable as Jake helped Margot climb from his truck, and he heard her sigh with relief when they entered her cool, air-conditioned house. She went into the kitchen and returned a moment later, blotting her forehead with a clean dishcloth.
“I think I may get my hair cut off. It makes the heat even more uncomfortable.”
The image of her without her glorious, long, golden-blonde locks jumped into his mind. Red flags waved in his head, but the words were out before he took the time to think. “You do that and I’ll put your sweet little ass over my knee.” He regretted the words instantly when she flashed her exquisite hazel eyes at him.
Way to go, asshole. You just keep sticking your foot in it, don’t you?
In his peripheral vision, he could see Gil rubbing his forehead, as if he was thinking not again.
She licked her full bottom lip and smiled sweetly at him, which worried him even more when combined with the sparks practically shooting from her hazel eyes. She sauntered toward him, and instantaneously the energy in the room changed. Fire was in her eyes, and his cock jumped at the sight, lengthening and hardening as she prowled near. He had a feeling that Gil was hiding a smile behind his hand when he coughed.
“You. Could. Try. Fucker.”
If she was screaming at him, beating his chest, he would’ve backpedaled and apologized. It wasn’t his business to say whether she got to cut her hair off or even shaved her head bald. He didn’t know where the Neanderthal inside him came from sometimes. Right then and there, though, challenge glittered in her eyes.
Fine. Spanking…then massage.
Jake caught Gil’s eye and pointed the way to her bedroom to let him know he was included, figuring they might as well jump in with both feet. He removed his cowboy hat, placed it on the dining room table nearby, then bent over as he came at her and gently scooped her over his shoulder.
“Jake Redman, put me down!”
With one hand he held on to one of her sweetly rounded thighs and with the other held on to one plump ass cheek. Just squeezing it made him happy. He could not wait to warm up that little bubble butt of hers. This was no longer about hair. This was about who was in control, and she needed to give over for once.
“Gil, make him put me down! You think you’re so funny, Jake Redman. I don’t think you’re funny at all. I double-dog dare you to lay a hand to my ass!” She pounded on his rear with her little fists.
“Now, don’t be trying to get Gil to save you. There’ll be no dividing and conquering between us, jiggle buns.”
Margot growled at his brilliant, impromptu endearment. Jake strode straight to her bedroom with her draped over his shoulder, beating on his back ineffectually. He switched on the lamp on the bedside table and yelped when she bit his butt through his jeans.
“Ow! Hey! Watch the teeth, woman. That’s tender flesh down there!”
“Tender flesh, my ass! Pfft! That’s nothing compared to what I’m gonna do.” She tried to reach in the back of his blue jeans for the waistband of his underwear to give him a monster wedgie. Jake hastily reached back and wrapped one hand around her wrists, stopping her before she succeeded. He and Gil both had to bite back laughter.
“Careful with the family jewels there, pussycat!” He noted that Gil stayed in the periphery and beckoned him closer. “Pull back the comforter and top sheet for me, Gil.”
“Family jewels! Hah! You lay one hand on my ass and I’m going to have them made into a necklace!”
Once the bed was turned down, Gil came closer and Jake pointed at her boots. Gil held her foot steady, and Jake noted that she didn’t fight him and smiled. Gil lowered the zippers and slung them both off, one at a time.
Margot struggled once more after Gil released her feet. “Jake, stop. I’m starting to get dizzy here. Put me down. I’m tired and I need to go to bed. Whooo. The room is spinning.” She sounded a little woozy, and Jake considered taking pity on her as he reached up and gripped the waist of her G-string and sexy, stretchy black pants. He grinned the moment she growled.
“You were playin’ possum, weren’t you, bubble buns? I love me a feisty woman!” Now he was just provoking her. She hated that creative little endearment in particular. He eased the waist of the pants down, exposing the lightly tanned skin of her lush ass, and laid a kiss on it. “You’ve been sunbathing nekkid again, haven’t you?”
She no longer struggled but was just as mouthy as before. “Don’t get all lovey-dovey on me now, asshole. It’s too late. I’m gonna get even for this. You have to sleep sometime.” Her retort was snappy but lacked heat. Maybe she was mulling over the idea of an erotic spanking. Lord knew she probably had more knowledge about them than he did, given her role as co-owner in a ladies’ adults-only boutique with her sister, Summer.
He’d only been through the doors a few times but knew they carried sex toys of every shape and size, lingerie, bondage gear, books, and instructional videos. Hell, she could probably lead a group discussion on the subject.
He sat down on the bed and carefully lowered her into his lap. She was disoriented for a moment, and he pulled her to him for a deep, ravenous kiss. She didn’t fight him, and he wondered at what was going through her head. Maybe she thought he was done. They’d never tried erotic spanking before, and since tonight was a night of firsts anyway, it seemed like the perfect time to start.
Jake saw a trace of concern in Gil’s eyes and nodded at him.
Slow down, Redman. This is supposed to enjoyable for her too.
Margot let out an “Ooof!” when he flipped her facedown on his lap. “You know I love these sexy pants and this is one of my favorite little G-strings on you, but it’s all coming off.”
He could’ve sworn she bit back a giggle. “Uh-uh! Don’t you ri
p my undies, Jake Redman.”
With one hand he pushed them down her legs, past her ankles, and onto the floor. He gestured at Gil to remove her top, which he did, taking care to not pull her long, tousled hair. Jake noticed that she didn’t grouse at Gil at all.
Yeah, she’s on board with this.
With the other hand he gripped first one ass cheek then the other, massaging them and heating the skin up. “Damn, but this is one beautiful ass!” A deep breath left her, and she grasped his pant leg and pushed up, trying to right herself so she could stand.
He flipped her back over his lap, and she gasped. “Nope, my little love dumplin’, you’re not getting away until I give you what you asked for.” He bit back more laughter when she growled angrily.
“I don’t recall putting in an order for an ass-whooping! Especially not in front of Gil. And stop calling me that!” She banged her fists against his boot, emphasizing each word.
“You double-dog dared me, and no Redman backs down from a challenge, sugar britches. And Gil won’t mind watching you get your spanking. He might even want to help. Now hold still.”
She struggled as he rubbed her supple ass cheek with his right hand while he held her down with his left. She trembled and hissed when his fingertips strayed unintentionally to her pussy lips. He’d planned to work her up to get her wet, but she was already drenched. She looked at him from her upside-down position as he gently stroked the slippery dampness of her cunt. He smiled when she bit her lip, a sure sign that she was ready.
A spanking, even an erotic one, was probably not what Gil had envisioned for the start of their relationship…or whatever was going on that night. Gil was a smooth touch and nothing like Jake. He glanced at Gil, who stood near her shoulder and watched hungrily as Jake popped the hooks on her bra one-handed and released her abundant breasts. Gil gulped, and Jake grinned at the heat he saw in his friend’s eyes and figured he’d adjust to their play soon enough if he wanted to be a part of their relationship. Jake turned his attention back to Margot and stroked her silky cunt, which was getting wetter by the second.
Margot watched through hooded hazel eyes as he lifted his hand to his lips and licked her cream from them and savored her unique flavor. He nearly laid her out on the bed so he could put his mouth on her pussy but wouldn’t deny himself, Gil, or her the escapade they’d embarked on.
Her ass cheeks felt warm as he rubbed his hand over them and then drummed lightly a few times, drawing gasps and small whimpers from her. The pops were light and rhythmic, impacting her beautiful derriere, making it turn a rosy color. He knew he had her when she lifted her ass to the next light pop. Jake looked at Gil and gestured to her with a tilt of his head, trying to communicate that he could participate more actively if he wanted to. A slight smile stole across Gil’s face, but he shook his head.
“Ready for your spanking, sassy pants?” The kooky endearments drove her nuts, but this particular one fit her to a tee.
“Huh?” She lifted her head from where it hung by his leg and gazed at him with sexy, dazed eyes.
Whap! The pop wasn’t hard enough to be considered a punishment but definitely got her attention because she moaned. She said nothing else, just wiggled in his lap, rubbing against his hardening cock.
Whap! The stinging smack of his palm over the fleshiest part of her ass was very satisfying, and he wondered why they hadn’t tried this before.
Oh, yeah, because she won’t let go of control. Just once, beautiful, let it all go for me. Trust me.
She shuddered on his lap with each cracking pop until she finally let out a long moan and arched her back.
Oh, fuck yes, baby! That’s it!
“Jake,” she moaned softly. Jake chuckled when she reached out and held on to Gil’s pant leg with one hand.
“Yes, sweetheart?” He enjoyed the sight of her writhing on his lap as he continued. His dick throbbed until all he wanted to do was sink balls-deep and fuck her until none of them could move a muscle. Would she let them make love to her together? The thought made his dick even harder.
“I need…” She arched in his lap, and spread her thighs for him, a small signal that she was trying to give control to him. The fact that he had not had to spread them himself was enough to make him want to do a victory dance. “Please…do something. Anything.”
Considering how long they’d been dating, and how intimate they’d been, he wondered at her inability to be more specific. She was good at letting him know what she wanted when she was the one in control. He decided to seize the moment and give her what she needed, whether she could put it into words or not.
After the next pop, he slid his fingers through her drenched slit and massaged her pussy. Her cunt clenched when his middle fingertip breached it before sliding up to massage her clit again. She made a purely feminine, erotic sound and rubbed against his hand, seeking completion.
“I love your pussy, sugar. I could play with it all day.” He delivered several more smacks to her reddening ass, and she moaned and gripped his ankle. She pressed her cheek to his calf and panted softly.
“Please!” She pressed her mound against the top of his thigh, and her keening cry was music to his ears.
Her cunt quivered when he stroked it gently, and she flexed against him, trying to take him inside her. He stroked her toasty-hot buns with his left hand since she no longer struggled and slid his right thumb between her pussy lips.
She panted softly and opened to him, hugging his calf as if holding on for dear life. It was hard for her to let go, and he didn’t take this moment for granted. Her pussy gripped his thumb, and he slid in until he found her sweet spot. He rubbed her clit with his middle finger while massaging her G-spot firmly. She howled in bliss as her orgasm finally hit her, and he felt proud like Sylvester Stallone when he ran up the monument steps in Rocky.
His cock throbbed and demanded completion, but he was torn by the need to also know why they’d never reached this level of trust before. She never spoke of her past relationships, and asked the same of him from the get-go. He had no idea why she held so much of herself back. Even though an erotic spanking, in front of a witness, would be considered kinky, this moment also counted as the most intimate of all their encounters.
She took a deep breath as she finally stilled, and he withdrew his fingers. He helped her to rise from his lap and her hair hung in her face. When he brushed it aside, he saw evidence of tear tracks on her cheeks. Before she could pull away and throw her walls back up, he drew her to him and beckoned Gil to come close. Jake held her tight as she quivered mutely and turned her gaze to Gil, her cheeks rosy and flushed from being held facedown.
“I’m sorry.”
Gil tilted his head as he stroked her blushing cheek. “Why?”
“That was embarrassing. You saw me naked and getting spanked.”
Gil chuckled. “I don’t want you to be embarrassed, but that was hot as hell.”
Gil seized that moment to lean forward and kiss her, swallowing her surprised gasp. Jake waited again for the possessiveness to strike, but it didn’t. He allowed it when Gil stroked her rib cage and pulled her nude body to his. A small moan came from Margot as she clung to his biceps.
Gil looked into her eyes and whispered, “I’ll leave right now if this doesn’t feel right to you.”
Margot shook her head and pulled his button-down shirt from the waistband of his jeans. “I want you to stay.” She turned her hazel eyes to Jake. “If it’s all right with you, Jake.”
“It is. I want to give you what you need.” She shifted her sultry hazel eyes to Gil.
It was strange. He would’ve thought saying those words under these circumstances would’ve made him feel less of a man, knowing she needed two men to make her happy. Instead, he felt freed to give everything to her. To satisfy her hunger was what he wanted most.
So the choice was made. They could’ve come here alone tonight. He could’ve made love to her in the usual way and then would’ve let her kick him
out of bed, albeit gently. Instead, everything was about to change. Would she be able to give over to two men? Would she let her steel-clad boundaries down?
Chapter Three
Margot trembled from head to toe as Gil held her gaze while he removed his shirt. At six feet, five inches, she’d always thought of Gil as a gentle giant because of his height and his sheer size but also because of how caring he was. She trembled at the thought of him making love to her, but not with fear. She knew he would be careful with her because that was his nature.
Although plus-sized, she felt tiny wrapped up in his arms. Secure and protected. She’d never seen Gil shirtless and her palms tingled as he revealed his lightly furred, muscular chest and his broad shoulders. She couldn’t resist reaching out to touch him, running her palm over his pecs. His breath caught, and the nipple under her fingertips hardened as she stroked it.
Her body trembled for another reason because Jake was about to fuck her six ways to Sunday. She knew the look in his eyes, although tonight it was tempered with new emotion as they both adjusted to having a third person in the room.
Jake lightly stroked her red-hot butt cheeks, which sent flurries of icy-hot sensation up and down her legs and back. She reached a hand back to caress his cheek, and he turned his face to kiss her palm before he nipped lightly at her.
Her ass was very warm now, but the sensation during her spanking had been entirely pleasurable. In theory she knew this was how it felt to receive a properly done erotic spanking. She’d never felt this vulnerable with him, perched on a precipice, wondering what to do.
“Your tush needs a little aftercare, Margot. Do you have any oil? We’d like to give you a massage.”
“There’s grape-seed oil in the kitchen cabinet near the stove. That’ll work fine for massage and as a lubricant. You don’t have to go to all that trouble, though.” Once Jake and Gil went home, she’d be able to gain control of her emotions and her hormones. Have time to think and get a handle on this situation.
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