His Hers & His

by Quinn, Jane Leopold

  Still reeling from a break-up, Gwen Bailey is surprised to find two handsome men looking for her newly-married boss. Brede Harker and Rory O'Brien are themselves surprised to learn Gwen's boss is married, because the three of them had plans. Finding out her boss met the pair on a website catering to women looking for "sugar daddies", Gwen is not quite sure what to do when the pair invites her out to dinner. She takes a chance, and their lives are never the same.

  (Story previously published in anthology entitled Goin' Down Book Two)

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  Reviews for His Hers & His

  4 Cups from Coffee Time Romance- "Whew! This is one hot tale that will have you having fantasies of your own, not to mention the drooling."

  4 Cherries from Whipped Cream - "The elevator scene…is definitely a scorcher…"

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  His Hers & His

  (A Ménage Short Story)

  by

  Jane Leopold Quinn

  (Story previously published in anthology entitled Goin' Down Book Two)

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  KINDLE EDITION

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  Copyright 2008 by Jane Leopold Quinn

  Cover Design by Kimberly Van Meter, KD Designs

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author or publisher except for the use of brief quotations in critical articles or reviews.

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, places, businesses, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locales is purely coincidental.

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  Chapter One

  Gwen Bailey'd had a premonition. She'd called the apartment of her boyfriend of six months when he was supposed to be out of town. He traveled a lot and had become very secretive. Usually, he let her know when he was leaving. For the last two business trips he'd been evasive, saying he didn't have time to call.

  "I need space," he'd said. "Some time apart."

  "You lied to me to avoid being honest about your feelings," she countered. "Why did you keep saying that we'd get together when you never meant to at all?"

  "I didn't want to hurt your feelings, baby."

  "Don't call me baby. And how does lying not hurt my feelings?"

  There was silence on the other end of the line.

  Stunned, her heart aching at the betrayal she'd been dealt, keeping her voice steady, and not giving in to the whimpering cry trying to escape, she said, "Okay, I get the message."

  "You're a wonderful woman and deserve--"

  "Oh, my God, just shut up with that crap!" she blurted, hanging up on him. Alone in the office, she buried her face in her hands and allowed herself to sob. Rod was a dirty, rotten rat. He couldn't just break up with her, he had to drag it out for weeks and lie about his whereabouts.

  They'd had a great time cooking meals together, non-stop talking, and hot sex. She'd believed she was falling in love. Believed he was, too. But now that she thought about it, neither of them had ever left so much as a toothbrush at each other's apartments. Not in six months.

  Wow. Light bulb moment. Very delayed light bulb moment.

  Just then the outer office door opened.

  "Hello, may I help you?" She glanced up, pasting on a business smile, hoping that her eyes weren't too red. Whoa, who are these hunks?

  "We're here to meet with Ms. Barton."

  "Really? Did you have an appointment?" Now what? Gwen's smile turned to a frown as she clicked on her boss's on-line calendar, seeing nothing for today.

  "Yes, we did."

  "Your names?" she asked, looking from one man to the other. My Lord, they're good looking.

  "Brede Harker and Rory O'Brien."

  "Did you make the appointment with Ada directly?"

  "Yes."

  "Well, I'm terribly sorry, but she's gone on vacation."

  "Really?" Brede said, a slight bit of irritation in his voice.

  "Yes. In fact she just left for Europe and won't be back for three weeks. She's on her honeymoon."

  "Pardon me? Honeymoon?" Brede, the older man doing all the talking, looked caught off base. He cast a frowning glance at Rory, the twenty-something, and asked, "Did she leave a message for me?"

  Gwen had read all her e-mails this morning, cleaned off Ada's desk, sorted through all the paperwork, and saw nothing about these men. "No, I'm sorry. I have nothing. I'd be happy to e-mail her for you, but I don't know when she'll respond. If you'd like to leave a contact number with me, I'll get back to you as soon as I hear something."

  "Well, that won't be necessary. If she's not here and is on her honeymoon, then there's no point in seeing her," he said rather testily.

  "I'm so sorry. I'm sure she didn't do this on purpose. She's much more considerate than that." Gwen was starting to feel uneasy. Not that the two men frightened her. On the contrary, they were gorgeous and sophisticated looking, but Ada hadn't given her any instructions about them, and she hated to leave them hanging. "I wish I could tell you something better."

  "Brede," Rory spoke up, addressing the other man but looking at Gwen. "Maybe this young lady is free for dinner."

  "What? Oh, no, I couldn't." Her face heated up as her gaze flickered back and forth between the two blue-eyed men. Now she was caught off base.

  "Oh, you have other plans," Rory concluded.

  "Well, no, but I don't know you, and Ada didn't give me any instructions."

  "Do you know how Ada knows us?" Rory asked.

  "No."

  "Are you aware of a website called--"

  "Oh, God, you're from sugardaddyinc.com?"

  "Then you've heard of it."

  Oh boy, had she ever! Ada had told her all about the website where you could hook up with older men. A dating service for women and older rich men. Gwen had been appalled. Ada was a beautiful woman and didn't need to troll the internet for dates. Witness the fact that she was on her honeymoon right this very minute.

  Brede's smile lifted the side of his mouth, beautifully white teeth flashed, and the corners of his azure eyes crinkled in amusement.

  Gwen's stomach flip-flopped. She squirmed in her chair, a sudden arousal hitting her hard. Lost in those eyes for a moment, her thoughts trailed off to dark nights, big beds, hot bodies, that mouth slip-sliding across the planes and curves of her breasts and thighs.

  "I'll take that as a yes," Brede said. "You have a lovely soft blush, Ms…?"

  Hormones running amok, she couldn't think, her clit suddenly throbbed achingly. She squeezed her thighs together, which didn't help. But it didn't hurt, either.

  "What's your name?" Brede asked.

  "Um…it's Gwen. Gwen Bailey."

  "Well, Gwen Bailey, would you like to join us for dinner?"

  Her gaze went from Brede to Rory. Rory's eyes, another blue but darker, almost ultramarine, watched her speculatively. Like he was sizing her up. For something, she didn't know what. "Oh, you know, I couldn't. I don't think Ada would…"

  Brede leaned over her desk, balanced on both hands and brought his face down to her level, but not close enough to invade her personal space. "I don't thin
k Ada's opinion really matters any more, does it? She had an appointment with us, has left us, and you, in the lurch, so she doesn't really have a say in the outcome."

  "She had an appointment with both of you? At the same time?"

  Brede's smile widened, his eyes flashed devilishly. "Does that shock you, Gwen?"

  "A little, I guess," she stammered.

  "You didn't know she was into this type of thing?"

  Her thickly swollen pussy softened and gushed. She snapped her jaw shut so that the moan building in her throat didn't come out. She had no idea that Ada liked threesomes. Risking a glance at Rory turned out not to help. His gaze was intensely hot.

  "Are you, Gwen?" Rory asked. "Into threesomes?"

  She was afraid to unlock her jaw to speak. Afraid that if it opened, she'd never be able to close it again. Afraid that her moan would give her away. "No," was all her almost absent breath would allow her to say.

  Brede, still leaning over the desk, held her gaze again but spoke to Rory, "Do you think we could persuade the lovely Gwen to join us?"

  She swallowed heavily. It didn't even matter if they saw her reaction. It was too late for that. A tiny, the tiniest, thought--wish--desire flitted through her. Could she have a threesome with these two gorgeous guys? Her skin warmed again.

  "She's thinking about it," Rory's teasing comment was casual.

  "Yes, she is."

  "Why don't you meet us at the Pearl Thrush tonight at seven. Nothing will happen that you don't want to happen, and at the very least, we'll have some good food, wine, and conversation," Rory suggested, the promise implicit if not explicit.

  "That's a wonderful idea. Gwen, think about it. You'd be safe with us. You can e-mail Ada about it, if you wish."

  "She's been with you?" Gwen gushed with astonishment.

  "Why don't you e-mail her? We look forward to seeing you at seven," Brede confidently proposed, with his lovely trace of an Irish lilt. He straightened, glanced at Rory, and tipped his head toward the door. "Until then, lovely Gwen."

  Rory angled his head and nodded in a formal, rather royal fashion. "Gwen," he echoed.

  The door closed behind them.

  She took a much needed deep breath, then immediately pattered on her keyboard, sending a question to her boss. Who the hell were these men, and why the hell had Ada left them to go off and get married?

  Chapter Two

  "Well, are you going to do it or not?" Gwen stood before the mirror in her bathroom, asking herself the question. The fact that she'd already showered and shaved her legs and trimmed her pubic hair, something she didn't normally do, gave her the first hint that she did indeed intend to do it. Ada had e-mailed back, surprisingly enough since she admitted to still being in a state of new connubial bliss, that Brede and Rory were good guys, lots of fun, very sexy, and extremely proficient lovers. Gwen almost lost her breath at that last bit of information. Ada said that she, Gwen, was welcome to take them up on their offer and that she would receive nothing but pleasure with no commitment from them.

  She stared now at her sweet smelling self, wet hair still flat against her scalp, and no makeup. Was she sophisticated enough to do this? She knew exactly what it meant. She was contemplating going out with two men and knew full well, if she wished it, she would end up sleeping with both of them. At the same time. And it wouldn't be sleeping, would it? She slumped over the sink, almost breathless with fear and anticipation. Good God, what was she planning?

  The scent of her gushing arousal wafted up. She wrinkled her nose at the warm, musky odor. Should she wash again? Would the men like it? Men in romance novels always liked the smell of a woman's arousal. At least that was the way it was written.

  Okay, stop. Work on your make up, work on your hair. Maybe don't use too much make up since it'll probably come off quickly enough. And her hair was already pretty short. Only needed a bit of gel, twisting, and drying. A little smile quirked her lips. What a major devil you are. You're planning to do this, aren't you, you slut! Now her little smile became a big one. There was no going back. She'd made up her mind to have this experience. It didn't have to be more than this once, and then she'd know what it was all about.

  It was a big fantasy of so many women. Two luscious men working together to give her pleasure. Would she have to do anything to them? Not that she'd mind. Her mouth actually gravitated to a hard cock. She loved giving head.

  Would they do each other? The picture in her mind was intriguing. And, yeah, very arousing.

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  The former private club was suitably dark, intimate, and romantic. Standing in the entry way before the maitre d' noticed her, she had trouble breathing. She almost backed right out of the place, leaving before Brede and Rory saw her, if they were even already here. She'd timed herself to be fashionably ten minutes late, damned if she'd sit around and wait for them. Damned if she'd do what they expected her to do, wanted her to do. They had no right. Ada had no right. What made her think she could pull this kind of thing off? It wasn't too late to leave.

  Her head rose. Rory stood in the doorway to the bar in all his gorgeous, hunky glory. He had the same quirky smile on his face that he'd had in the office. It was all confidence and sex, and oh, my God, she was going to do this.

  "Gwen, it's so nice to see you again," he murmured, holding his arm out bent in front of him for her to take. So polite, so gentlemanly. "We've been waiting at the bar, but our table is ready any time." He spoke with cultured assurance.

  Brede joined them, striding their way looking exactly like a panther stalking prey, and she was the nimble doe, except that she had no intention of escaping her fate. When they were seated in the banquette, Brede ordered champagne, the waiter iced it in the bucket at the side of the table, and they toasted each other. They were in a very private location, the banquette curving around them like a womb, all smooth, cushy leather, a handsome man nestled in on either side of her.

  "To you." Brede tipped his glass in her direction. "You look lovely, Gwen. The dress is very attractive on you."

  "Thank you," she responded. She hadn't worn it for warmth, that's for sure. A low cut, tank style neckline, cummerbund sash around her midriff, and a short, kicky, filmy skirt topped very high, very narrow spike heeled sandals. The tank top had its own built in bra and her only other clothing was bright, sunshine yellow thong panties. She may have been slow on the uptake, but once she made the decision--and it stuck--she knew what to wear. Or not to wear.

  "To Gwen," Rory repeated.

  They clinked glasses and watched each other over the rims. After a couple of appreciative sips, she glanced around. In the private corner, no other diners could see them. These guys knew how to operate. The waiter handed them menus, and they quickly decided on entrees.

  "So why don't you tell me about yourselves," she said, first focusing her attention on Brede.

  "Well, my name is Brede Harker. I live in Memphis right now."

  "Do you do this for a living?"

  He laughed, the sound a non-offended chuckle. "No, I'm an insurance executive."

  "Do you live in Memphis too, Rory?"

  "I'm from Belle Fourche, South Dakota."

  She cocked her head. "Small town?"

  "Yes, very small, but I'm part owner of an IT company."

  "How in the world did you two meet?"

  "Through a third party. Rory is my apprentice," said Brede.

  "You have an apprentice?" she laughed in astonishment, turning to Rory.

  "Yes, I'm learning the ropes, so to speak, from Brede."

  "How do you know if you've succeeded in the training?"

  "Oh, there are ways," Rory said, giving her a smoldering gaze as he sipped his champagne.

  The look he gave her was nothing short of sock melting…well…thong melting. She had a feeling he was extremely close to success. Too bad. These two guys together would be lethal. She smiled back. "How did you get into this business in the first place?"

  "It's not a business
. No one is paid for services rendered." Rory sounded slightly miffed.

  Embarrassed, Gwen quickly said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you."

  "No problem. It's like a dating service. When we travel, there are women we can go out with, women we know but don't necessarily have a commitment to," Rory explained. "And sex isn't always involved. Sometimes it's just a friendly dinner date. A friend of Brede's told me about what he does. I thought it sounded…interesting, so we got in touch."

  "How long ago?"

  Rory glanced at Brede. "Six months?"

  Brede nodded. "About that."

  "So both of you had ménages before?"

  "Rory hadn't."

  "But you had?"

  Their food was served. Conversation ceased for the moment. Another bottle of champagne was ordered. After all, three people on a bottle emptied it pretty fast.

  "Brede," she continued when they were left alone again. "You had?"

  "Yes," he answered simply.

  She hoped for more information but glad that he wasn't a talk-about-'em-later kind of guy. "That must have been something to see, the first time you two worked together."

  "Do you like to watch?" Brede asked, his brows lifted speculatively.

  "I've never watched."

  "Would you like to?" It was Rory this time.

  "I don't know, to tell you the truth."

  "Never had the chance?"

  "Yeah," she laughed. "That's it. Can I watch you?"

  "It's your choice. We generally don't do each other. We're usually there to pleasure a woman," Brede offered with a sexy smile. He'd drawn out the word pleasure.

  He didn't need to. She knew what he meant. "Would you if I asked? Nicely?"

  The two men exchanged glances. She didn't sense any heavy duty lust between them, so she was surprised when Brede said yes.

  "I'm…neither of us is gay," said Rory. "We only do what the woman desires."

  "And if she desires to watch you two, that works? Anything goes?"

  "Everything," Brede confirmed, his voice going low and husky.

  The entire narrow panel of the thong lying over her pussy became instantly soaked. Her lips parted, and her tongue scraped along the edges of her upper teeth. Her breathing was short and sharp, her heart thumped in her throat. Basically, she was through eating. She doubted that she could swallow another morsel of this wonderful food. But drinking champagne was another matter. That she could still do. "Aren't you a little young to be a sugar daddy?" she murmured to Rory.