The Abduction

by Nichole Allen

  Chris wrapped an arm around my middle and pressed his front to my back. “I always kind of figured you’d be a little dirty, a little kinky.” Chris smiled, pressing a kiss to my bare shoulder. “Now get some rest. We’re staying in bed all day tomorrow, remember?”

  *****

  Chris kept his promise. The next morning, I woke up with only one body pressed to mine and one set of lips kissing down my neck and shoulder.

  “Where’s James?” I asked sleepily. Or at least, I think that’s what I asked. It may have sounded more like a jumbled mess of sounds, but Chris understood either way.

  “He got up a few minutes ago to work on some stuff. So today, it’s just you and me.”

  I hummed in response and pushed my body back closer to his. I still had nothing on from the night before and, from what I could tell, Chris had taken his small amount of clothing off as well.

  He wrapped his hand around my thigh and hooked it over his hips behind me, snaking it forward to where I wanted him most. He slowly circled my clit to get me properly ready for him this morning, running his hand along my still-sensitive heat before positioning his body a little lower against me.

  “I still can’t believe you’re letting me have you like this,” he murmured against my skin. “I’ve wanted you so bad and now I finally have you.” I moaned quietly at his confession and pushed my hips back as a silent way of telling him I wanted this too.

  He pushed into me slowly, wrapping both arms around my torso as he held me close. He barely moved his hips in the early morning hours, but he still felt delectable moving inside me.

  “You’re so incredible,” he sighed contentedly. Minutes of slow, languid sex followed until we both found our release and chose to lie in bed again until he woke me up for round two.

  Since all three of us had work the next day, we managed to keep our hands (mostly) to ourselves that night so we wouldn’t be up until three o’clock again. When I woke up to my alarm on Monday morning, the rest of the bed was cold and all the clothes that previously littered the floor were either gone or stacked in a pile near my dresser. I grabbed my phone from my bedside table and found three new messages: two from Chris and one from James.

  James: This weekend was incredible. I can’t wait to see what the week brings. Let me know if you want me to stop by.

  Chris: James and I left early to get ready in time but I’ll see you at work.

  Chris: Maybe we can get into a little trouble at the office ;)

  I rolled my eyes at Chris’s last message and clambered out of bed to get ready for work. Both of those boys left me aching and sore from the day before and I silently thanked my lucky stars for giving me an office job that was eight hours of sitting.

  When I arrived at work five minutes early, thankfully, I sat at my desk and glanced at the cubicle behind me for Chris. As usual, he showed up right as the clock hit nine even though he left my place early enough to show up at the same time I did. Maybe it was better that he didn’t so no one would suspect anything. The office didn’t have anything contractual against interdepartmental relationships, but it was still taboo.

  “Hey,” he said as he dropped onto his chair. I turned to say hi but he pulled my chair across the carpeted floor and planted a quick kiss on my lips.

  “Chris!” I chastised, gently slapping his arm. “Don’t do that at work. People might see!”

  “And do what? Get annoyed that I have you and they don’t?” he smirked.

  “No, and get weirded out that two of their coworkers are dating. Everyone will start treating us differently and making dumb jokes about us hooking up in some supply closet.”

  He was silent for a moment before quietly whispering, “Do you want to hook up in a supply closet?”

  “You’re the worst!” I laughed, pushing his arm so my chair would slide back to my own desk.

  Everything was going fine until lunch. Most of us would go out for lunch on Mondays and Fridays so we were sitting with a group of about six coworkers waiting for our food at a local diner when someone made the one comment I didn’t want to hear.

  “So Chris, I saw you and Alisha at Laser on Saturday,” our coworker Matt said.

  “Yeah. We went with our friend James,” Chris replied nonchalantly.

  “Are you sure he’s just a friend?” Matt continued. “It looked like he and Alisha were getting pretty friendly for a while. What, did you have to drive them home?”

  “No, I went with them.”

  “Chris!” I hissed at him. No one else needed to know about us.

  “What? It was a good night,” he replied with a smug smirk.

  “Oh, shit. Nice,” Matt laughed. The rest of the guys at the table awkwardly ‘congratulated’ Chris and started bombarding him with questions about us until he turned the conversation to them, asking about their girlfriends, boyfriends, and wives.

  Thankfully I got the same reaction from the women we worked with as we walked back to the office.

  “You and Chris?” Marcy asked, sidling up beside me with Hannah in tow. I nodded and forced a small smile. No reason denying it after Chris already told everyone. “Damn, nice work,” Marcy smiled.

  “What I would give for one night with Chris,” Hannah mused. Even that small amount of support from two of my coworkers made me feel a little less tense about the situation. I still wasn’t happy with Chris telling everyone, but at least I wasn’t being shamed and shunned.

  After work, Chris drove both of us back to his place so he, James, and I could spend a little time together without taking each other’s clothes off. Chris and I started the night with Game of Thrones until James showed up an hour later and we switched to his favorite, Criminal Minds. I had already seen almost every episode, so it didn’t take long for me to doze off on the couch. When I woke up halfway through an episode about a kidnapping, I found myself alone on the sofa with Chris and James nowhere in sight.

  I stretched my arms out and went looking for the boys in the apartment, only to find Chris’s bedroom door shut. Since he only ever shut it when it was in use, I inched the door open and peeked inside to see Chris lying on top of James, both without their shirts on and with their hands all over the other.

  “What, you’re starting without me?” I smirked.

  *****

  Nearly two months had passed after Chris told the office we were together and surprisingly, no one was treating us any differently. In our defense, we didn’t act much differently than before, other than occasionally sneaking off to that supply closet we talked about.

  James and I had grown a lot closer in that time, too, and we sometimes found ourselves at the other’s place without Chris. Chris didn’t seem to mind when I’d tell him about it the next day at work, though. He and James undoubtedly spent time together without me, too.

  Everything was going fine until we went out to Laser again. We had gone a couple times since our first visit together but this particular trip sent things up in flames.

  I slipped into a little red dress James bought me the week before and wore some white pumps to match my favorite bra and panty set for the end of the night. The three of us headed out together, briefly breaking away from each other for a little game the two guys wanted to play. We were supposed to act like we didn’t know each other and interrupt flirting with a stranger whenever one of us grew jealous.

  I had been sitting at the bar cradling my drink for no more than five minutes when a tall stranger took the seat next to mine.

  “Hey,” he said casually. “Can I get you another drink?”

  My eyes flicked across the bar to see James and Chris sitting beside each other, Chris having a conversation with another girl and James staring at me with a knowing smirk. He’d be losing this game and he was loving it.

  “Sure,” I responded to the stranger. “Absolut and Sprite.”

  The stranger and I talked for about five minutes before he set his hand on my thigh. I looked down at his hand and chanced a glance across the bar to fin
d Chris and James both watching the interaction. Before I knew it, James was standing beside me offering me a Jack and Coke, the drink I had the night I first talked to him.

  “She’s a little preoccupied, buddy,” the stranger snapped, leaning back in his seat as James just moved closer.

  “Believe me, I’m far more entertaining,” he smirked, setting the drink in my hands.

  His eyes moved to Chris still sitting across from us before he snaked one hand behind my neck and pulled me in to kiss him. Our stranger must have figured out we weren’t strangers and stormed off in a huff when James’s tongue caressed my own.

  I pulled back to see Chris standing behind James, his hands resting on the brown-haired man’s hips.

  “Do you two want to dance?”

  We were grinding against each other in the pitter-patter of a heartbeat and let the music guide our movements. Chris towered over me while James stood behind me, pushing his hardening member against my ass when Chris leaned down to kiss me. I moaned into Chris’s mouth and pulled him closer to me by his belt loops, earning a quiet chuckle in response.

  “I’m going to go get us some more drinks,” Chris said, releasing his grip on me and pushing through the crowd towards the bar.

  I moved my hands from holding James’s on my hips, up his arms and behind his neck, gently tugging on his hair. Our bodies moved in sync until I caught sight of Chris again, except he wasn’t headed back to us. He was dancing with a tall blond woman instead.

  “Is that game still on or did I win?” I asked, turning slightly to face James.

  “Chris and I lost,” he shouted over the music.

  I turned completely so James could hear me better and pointed across the floor to Chris and his new friend. “Then what’s that?”

  James shrugged and shook his head because, just like me, he had no idea. “Great,” I mumbled under my breath. “I want to go home.”

  James nodded and shouted again, “I’m going to tell Chris, okay?” I nodded and moved to wait for them by the bar. A few minutes later, only James left the dance floor.

  “Where’s Chris?” I asked as James wrapped his hand around mine and led me to the exit.

  “He said he’ll meet us back at my place,” he deadpanned. I wasn’t the only one upset about this turn of events.

  The cab ride back to James’s place was spent in silence. I tried to ease the tension by resting my hand on James’s upper thigh but he continued staring out the window. When we got back to his place, we went straight to his room and changed into our pajamas, James wearing just a pair of boxers while I sported one of James’s Bears football jerseys.

  We climbed into bed silently but, this time, he let me rest my head on his chest and wrapped an arm around my back.

  “You know, just because he’s out there having his fun doesn’t mean we can’t have our own,” I mumbled.

  James’s chest shook with a laugh. I looked up at him with a smile and trailed my fingertips down his chest, his abdomen, and stopped when I found the hem of his boxers.

  “What do you say?” He bit his lip and shook his head before rolling on top of me. “There he is,” I smirked into the kiss. He laughed against my lips and slid his hand up under my (his) shirt to gently caress my breasts. I reached between us and palmed over his boxers, feeling him harden under my touch.

  “How do you want it tonight?” he asked as he pushed the shirt over my head, letting it fall onto the bed beside us.

  “However you want,” I replied. I honestly couldn’t care less as long as I was with him.

  He pulled back and slid his boxers off but instead of coming back to me, he perched himself on the edge of the bed. “Come here, doll.” I crawled across the bed to him and kissed him before he grabbed my chin and made me look at him. “I want you to suck me off first.”

  I bit my lip and nodded before sliding onto my knees in front of him. I stroked his length a few times and kitten-licked the tip, watching his jaw clench at waiting for me to give him what we really wanted. James was great at teasing, now it was my turn to return the favor. I wrapped my lips around his tip and sucked gently, slowly taking more of him until he jerked his hips forward so my nose hit his abdomen. I choked slightly but regained my composure enough to take him into my throat a couple times before he pulled me off of him by my hair.

  “Put your hands on the bed,” he whispered, followed with a heated kiss that left me dazed. Both of us stood and I did as he said, placing my hands on the bed in front of me. James knelt on the ground behind me and softly flicked his tongue against my clit. He sucked and licked and bit oh-so-softly while his hands kneaded my ass in a harsh contrast to his actions. I whimpered and pushed my hips back towards him, earning myself a smack on my right ass cheek. I didn’t know I could be so turned on by spanking until that moment.

  “James,” I whined, swiveling my hips at him. He finally gave in and stood to his full height, wasting no time as he slipped right into me from behind. I rested my head against the mattress as he pounded into me, holding my lower body still and running one hand up my spine to tangle in my hair.

  I moaned against the mattress when he lifted one of my legs onto the bed, opening me up to him even more. He pushed deeper and deeper until I was nearly screaming for him.

  “James, fuck, I’m so close,” I groaned, pushing my hips back to meet him.

  “Me too, baby, me too,” he replied breathlessly. The hand he had in my hair moved down my body again to press against my heat until I came unravelling beneath him. As my body shivered in front of him, he jerked his hips against me and visibly shuddered as his mouth fell open and he stilled his movements.

  James rested his body on top of mine while we both caught our breath. All too soon, he pulled out and plopped onto the bed and patted the mattress beside him for me to join. I sleepily obliged, definitely ready to cuddle up and fall asleep.

  James ran his hands over my hair while I traced invisible shapes against his chest, both of us content and sated with the night.

  “I wonder when Chris is coming back,” I mumbled. He had been at the club for another 45 minutes. I expected him to stay an extra 10 or 15.

  “He’ll be back, don’t worry,” James whispered. “Go to bed, it’s getting late.”

  Even though my heart rate had just slowed from our activities, it picked up again when I remembered what I wanted to tell him. I think he could feel my body tense in his grip because he lifted his head to look at me with a concerned expression.

  “Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked.

  I looked up at him and smiled. “Nothing. It’s just…I love you, James.”

  His face broke into a huge smile at my confession and I felt my pulse slow at knowing he wasn’t scared away. “I love you, too. Now seriously, go to bed,” he laughed.

  *****

  The next morning, I was still resting in James’s arms but Chris was nowhere to be found. None of his clothes were on the bedroom floor and he wasn’t lying in bed. I checked the bathroom only to find it empty and found him lying on the couch with a blanket that barely covered his legs.

  “Hey, what are you doing out here?” I yawned. Chris blinked awake but when he saw me, he rolled over to face the other direction. “Chris, why didn’t you come to bed last night?” I repeated. I walked around the couch so he had to face me and sat on the coffee table in front of him.

  He sighed and rolled onto his back to stare at the ceiling. “I didn’t want to ruin your night.”

  “What?”

  “You and James. When I got back last night, you two were still going at it and when I opened the bedroom door…” he trailed off.

  “Chris, you and I have slept together without James. Hell, you and James have even slept together without me. It’s nothing new.”

  “It’s not that, Alisha,” he snapped, sitting upright to face me. “I’ve known you for over five years. You met James two months ago and you’re already telling him you love him?”

  “I would’ve sa
id the same to you if you came home with us last night!” I said. “Chris, just because I told James I love him doesn’t mean I don’t feel the same way about you. I was waiting until I felt comfortable enough with both of you to say it. But judging by the way you were dancing with that other girl last night, it’s only reciprocated by one of you.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” Chris asked.

  “It means you’re supposed to stay with me when we go out! You’re in a relationship with James and me; not James, me, and whatever blue-eyed blonde you can get your hands on. Do you know how that makes me feel? Watching you dance with some model-type you just met when you’re supposed to be into me?”

  He shook his head and scoffed, grabbing his shoes from the night before and heading out the door. “I’ll be back. Don’t wait up.” Before he shut the door, he turned back and said, “Oh, by the way, I didn’t dance with her until you and James were too caught up in each other to notice.”

  The door slammed shut and I was left alone in the living room. Tears brimmed at the back of my eyes knowing Chris was so upset about something so trivial. I didn’t prefer either of them, I actually loved them both pretty equally. If anything, Chris had an upper hand because I had known him for so long. James was the reason I didn’t say ‘I love you’ sooner.

  Just as a tear escaped and slid down my cheek, James stepped out from the bedroom with a yawn. “Hey, where’s Chris?”

  “He left.” I stood and marched to James’s bedroom, wiping away the stray tear so James wouldn’t get upset too.

  “Wait, what do you mean he left?” he asked. He grabbed my arm as I passed and looked me in the eyes as I replied.

  “I mean he stormed out of here because he heard us last night.”

  “What? That’s ridiculous. We’ve slept together without him before. He knows that.”

  “Yeah, but he also knows we said ‘I love you’ last night and now he thinks I prefer you over him.” I groaned and pulled my arm from James. “God, I don’t prefer either of you! I love you both for different reasons and he just wouldn’t listen.”