The slender man led her to a quiet table in the nearby bar, ordering them both drinks.
“I was glad to get your phone call,” Gordon said. “Primarily because it took me away from the slot machines. Lost too much money chasing the quarters.” He nodded at the waitress as their drinks arrived. “I’m about to drop down to the penny slots. There’s only so much I can write off on the expense report.”
She chuckled. “Those machines are addictive.”
“But that’s not what you called about.” Gordon took a sip of his rum and cola. “Have you considered our offer?”
Angela nodded. “Yes. I’m still considering it. I hope I didn’t mislead you with my call.”
His smile was warm and friendly. “We didn’t expect you to make a decision like this immediately. That’s why we offered you the entire week.” He eyed her over his glass. “I expected you to have questions. Please, ask away.”
“I’m in a relationship. I’d like to be able to do the best by them.”
“Our benefits package is one of the best out there—” Gordon paused, and she knew he’d caught up with her wording.
“I have two dependents. Or spouses. Or however you want to categorize it.” She kept talking, afraid her nerve would desert her if she paused for even a second. “I plan to marry one eventually but would like to be able to have full benefits for both of them, have them recognized as equals. Is it going to be an issue?”
Gordon didn’t miss a beat. “We know about your two boyfriends.” He smiled as she gave a short cough, hiding it with a sip of her wine. “You think we’d do all this research on your clients and never look once at your home life?”
“Of course you would.” She studied his face, looking for any signs of disapproval. “It’s not an issue to you?”
“Not to me. I don’t see a problem getting it through our HR department, although you’ll have to help with the paperwork. It’d be setting a precedent.” He locked eyes with her. “I don’t care if you’re gay or straight, if you like two men or dance around your house in a rubber chicken suit. You’re a damned fine lawyer, and I’m looking forward to seeing what you can do.”
“But the public relations—”
“You’re worried about what will happen if it comes out you’re cohabiting with two men. And your concerns are valid ones.” Gordon glanced around the bar. “Look over there.”
Angela followed his gaze and saw a middle-aged businessman chatting with a well-dressed woman, her hands all over him. He cooed and giggled like a teenage boy as she took a sip of his drink and waved the bartender over.
“Every time I’ve come to the machines he’s on that stool drinking, with his hands on some young thing.” Gordon smiled. “And I’m pretty sure none of them have been his wife.”
Angela stayed silent, letting him lead the conversation.
“I’d prefer to have a woman like you, secure in a lasting relationship, than someone like him or Eric.”
The mention of his name brought her teeth together.
Gordon continued. “If anyone wants to try to make a fuss about it, they’ll have to answer to me first and explain how this would be a negative for the firm. And I’m a hard man to convince to change my mind.” He smiled once more and took a drink.
“Thank you. You’ll have my official reply in a few days.” She paused, weighing her words. “But right now, I don’t see any issues with accepting your offer.”
“Thank you. Send over the paperwork when you’re ready, and I look forward to seeing you in our Baltimore offices.” Gordon reached out and patted her arm. “I’m eager to see what you can do.”
She lifted her drink and he did the same, each toasting the other.
There, she said silently. That’s done.
All she needed to do was work out the details with the men and—
The tiny hairs on the back of her neck rose.
She knew that sensation all too well.
Angela turned in her seat to see Jake and Hunter standing by the bar entrance.
“Yours?” Gordon followed her glance.
Angela nodded, shocked to see them. The plan had been for her to talk to Gordon and drive back home before either man knew she was gone, keeping the meeting secret.
Her heart swelled at seeing them, the emotions racing to the surface.
Gordon eyed the two men. “I’m jealous. They’re both quite . . . handsome.” He finished his drink and gave her a wink. “I’m going to go lose some more money. Enjoy your night out with your men, and I’ll see you in Baltimore.”
He dipped his chin to the pair as he walked out of the bar. They nodded back politely, focused on her and her alone.
Jake was the first to reach her and pulled Angela into a tight hug. “Did you believe for a second you could sneak out like this and we wouldn’t follow you?” He kissed the top of her head.
Hunter put his hands around her from the other side, matching Jake’s intensity but kissing her on the cheek instead.
She gasped, seeing the curious looks coming their way from others in the bar.
“Don’t.” Jake’s firm tone held her in place. “Don’t be embarrassed.” He pressed his lips to her temple. “Look at the way those women are watching you, envying you.”
Angela risked a glance over to where a table of women, obviously here for a bachelorette party, judging by the gaudy hats they wore, was unabashedly looking over at them.
“They’d love to be you right now,” Jake rasped. “They’re all imagining themselves in your place with the two of us adoring you, loving you, ravishing you.” He leaned in and nipped her earlobe. “But you’re the only one for us.”
After a moment, Angela allowed herself a wide, selfish smile. “Hell yeah.” She pulled Hunter in for a heated kiss, relishing the giggles and jealous looks from the other women.
“Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, what did you talk about with your new boss?” Jake’s gentle interrogation brought her away from Hunter’s eager mouth.
She gave him a deep kiss as well, matching the one she’d delivered a few seconds before.
The oohing and tittering from the women rose in volume.
Angela pulled back. “I wanted to verify there’d be no problem with the two of you joining me.” She felt the heat rising in her cheeks. “I want this to continue after we leave Glen Barrow, and I wanted to make sure Human Resources wasn’t going to toss a fit.”
“I assume he told you it’d be okay.” Hunter looked toward where Gordon had exited. “Could have sworn he was checking us out.”
“He was. And it is.” She paused. “I want to take the job.”
“Yes.” Jake pulled her around for another kiss, generating even more appreciation from the bachelorette party. “Now, let’s get a room and celebrate.”
“We have—you have—” Angela was breathless, the events of the past few minutes catching up with her.
“We figured it couldn’t hurt to prepare for the chance you’d accept his offer. So we packed overnight bags for all of us,” Hunter said.
“I don’t have to be at work until noon tomorrow,” Jake added. “And Hunter said he’s fine with cutting classes for once in his life.”
“Sure as hell isn’t the first time he’s done that.” Angela pressed her palm against Hunter’s chest, his heart racing under her touch. “Let’s go celebrate in private.” She waved to the group of women, setting off a new round of chatter.
They were in the elevator headed up to the suite, and Jake shook inside from a combination of need and desire, the realization this was going to be the last time he’d be with Angela and Hunter worry-free for a long, long time.
Angela grinned as the two men carried their bags to the door. “I can’t believe you packed an overnight bag for me. What did you bring?”
“No clothing.” Hunter leered at her as Jake slipped the card key through the slot. “Made it a lot easier to pack.”
Her breath caught on a gasp as the door opened to sh
ow the luxury suite in all its glory.
“Oh. My.” She stepped in ahead of the two men, her eyes widening with each second.
Jake couldn’t blame her.
The suite was gold-and silver-themed, from the ornamental mirrors on the walls to the deep polished rosewood tables to the cream-colored walls, a lavish display that wouldn’t be out of place in Las Vegas.
When he’d left Hunter to set up a room while he and Angie got the bags, Jake had no idea the man would check into one of the best suites the hotel had to offer.
“Let’s look over the bedroom.” Hunter took her hand and led her around the corner, out of the suite’s main room.
Jake went to the bathroom, curious as to what he’d find there.
Oh yeah. He let out a low whistle as he surveyed the supersize tub and shower stall, his imagination already running wild.
Jake walked into the bedroom to find Angela half-undressed already, Hunter nibbling on her neck as he worked on her blouse. He looked over at Jake and raised an eyebrow.
“I’m not going to do all the work unless I get all the rewards.” He pulled another button free, drawing a gasp out of Angela.
“You got the top, so I’ll get the bottom.” Without waiting for a reply, Jake knelt and pulled her shoes free, one at a time.
Caught between the two men, Angela laughed as she wobbled back and forth.
Jake upped the odds when he ran his hand up her bare leg to tangle in her panties, thrilling as she trembled under his touch.
“Careful, there,” Hunter warned as he yanked the blouse off her shoulders. He tossed it to the side. “Don’t set her off too soon.”
Jake brushed his fingers against the moist skin. “Look at her eyes. She’s halfway there.”
Angela was caught in an emotional whirlwind. Part of her wanted to cry, to mourn now for the future time she’d spend away from her men, but the other part was reacting to the pleasure they were giving her, the impromptu romantic rendezvous already cranking her arousal dial up past her limits.
“When—?” She tried to focus again, dizzy in Hunter’s arms as he expertly undid her bra. “When did the two of you plan this?”
“It was Jake’s idea,” Hunter murmured in her ear. “He figured you’d be an emotional mess after the meeting and didn’t want you to drive home in such a state.”
“Ah.” She couldn’t stop grinning. “So this is to keep me from being a public menace.”
“Yes.” Jake dipped his head under her skirt and licked her thigh, sending shock waves through her body. “Protect and serve. But right now, I’m all about the serving.” Another hot lick, and she was weak in the knees, the rasp of his tongue on her bare skin raising goose bumps everywhere he touched.
“I can’t—” She let out a low cry as Jake tore away the flimsy underwear and replaced it with a hot, wet kiss.
“Slow down,” Hunter grumbled, his hands now busy with unzipping her skirt. “I don’t know why I’m doing all the hard work.”
He moved behind her as Jake popped out from under the beige skirt with a wide smile, licking his lips.
Hunter stroked her sides, letting the skirt fall to the floor.
Angela smiled and gestured to the man in front of her on his knees. “We all have to be naked to make this work, right?”
Jake laughed and tugged his black sweater over his head. Behind her, she heard a grunt from Hunter and his hands were back on her, sliding up to caress her breasts as he pressed against her from behind.
“I think,” he said in a heated whisper, “you need to get on your knees.”
She frowned, her mind blank. “What?”
Jake stood up and stripped off his jeans, the underwear quickly following. Within a few minutes, he was back on his knees and pulling her into a mind-blowing kiss, his hands running all over her trembling skin.
Something nudged the small of her back, and Angela shivered—not from being cold but from anticipation. She heard a rustling and a sharp tearing noise, signaling Hunter’s approach.
Her attention flew back to Jake as he pressed another wet kiss to her left breast, a light nip of his teeth catching her unaware.
“Ah.” She grabbed at his hair to keep her balance, digging her nails into it.
Hunter’s fingers edged into her from behind, and she gasped.
“Oh yeah.” One finger slipped in and out, setting a leisurely pace. “You’re ready for this, aren’t you? Just thinking about having the two of us has you wet and ready.”
Jake chortled as he cupped her breasts and squeezed. “Should have invited those women up from the bar. Give them something to talk about when they go back to their boring, ho-hum lives.”
Angela tried to say something, but Hunter added a second finger, pumping in and out with an increased pace. She arched back against him, cursing as Jake kissed her hard, his thumbs brushing over her erect nipples.
Hunter’s fingers withdrew, and she let out a whimper before feeling him press against her again, pushing her forward.
She raked her nails across Jake’s scalp as Hunter entered her from behind, his fingers digging into her hips to keep her still.
Hunter grunted into her ear, his body pressed against hers. “Don’t. Move.” The strain in his voice almost pushed her over the edge, the control she had over his pleasure dizzying.
Jake gripped her ass, holding her in place as his tongue dueled with hers, stroking the fire building inside her.
Angela whimpered into Jake’s mouth as Hunter’s fingers dug into her waist, holding her tight against him. The next stroke was slow and measured, pulling almost all the way out before easing back in.
The hungry growl was all the warning she was going to get.
Hunter’s hold on her tightened as he pumped in and out, slamming into her with increasing intensity. She would have fallen forward if not for her grip on Jake’s head and shoulders, his mouth fused to hers as his fingers caressed her breasts.
Angela pulled her mouth free and let out a sobbing cry as Jake captured her nipple between two fingers.
The pinch sent her soaring, the combined pleasure attack of both men shattering her inside and out.
She slumped and would have fallen if it hadn’t been for Hunter’s firm grip keeping her upright until Jake got to his feet and helped move her to the bed.
Angela drew in staggered breaths as the ceiling came into focus. “Oh, now we’re going to use the bed,” she whispered.
Jake came into sight. “Fighting gravity takes too much energy.” He lay beside her and ran his hand along her side.
After quakes shook her muscles, she turned to see Hunter beside her as well, his eyes wide and soft.
“I do love you so.” He leaned over and kissed her.
“I love you, too.” She closed her eyes, the tears building. “I’ll miss you both.”
“You’ll miss my French toast,” Jake said as he rested his hand on her thigh.
“Yes.” She laughed and sniffled at the same time.
Hunter drew his fingers down her front, finally coming to rest above her navel. “We’ll come as soon as we can.”
Angela scrunched up her face at the phrasing while Jake let out a coarse bark.
Hunter smirked, unashamed. “I regret nothing.” He glanced down her naked body. “Might have to mark your shoulder again. Give you something to remember me by.”
Jake’s rough laughter sent her heartbeat soaring. “I’ve got an idea where to put one.” His hand shifted to dance over her inner thigh, drawing lazy circles on her cooling skin. “No one’ll see it but us.”
Angela let out a dramatic sigh. “I guess I’ll catch a nap now.”
“If you’ve got enough strength to speak, you’re not tired enough and we’re not doing our job properly.” Jake pressed his lips against her neck, directly on the pulsing vein.
“I’m—” The teasing caught in her throat as Hunter nuzzled against her, licking the sweat from her skin before nipping at her earlobe. “I’m finding
the strength to go on.”
“That’s good,” Jake murmured. “So are we.”
Angela gasped as he reached between her legs and found her already wet, the slow teasing from both men arousing her yet again.
“Hmm. You remember how we used to do it before class?” he whispered in her ear. “In your room before your roommate came back?”
Her heart fluttered at the memory.
“Yeah.” Jake flipped her onto her stomach. “That.”
She gulped as the world spun around her and settled once again, her body sinking into the lush mattress.
Jake moved out of sight and she heard the familiar sound of a condom being donned, a low curse accompanying his effort.
Hunter stretched out beside her again, a mischievous grin on his face.
She matched him, smacking her lips in anticipation.
He shook his head and reached out.
The world shifted again, and she was now under Hunter, pressed against his chest. His cock bobbed back to life against her, teasing her swollen folds.
A sharp smack against her bare ass brought a yelp from Angela.
“Up,” Jake ordered.
She moved up on her hands and knees, bracing herself over Hunter, who continued to beam at her.
“This isn’t going to work,” she announced, disoriented.
“Yes, it will.” Jake squeezed her ass with both hands before tugging her back on her knees and positioning her.
Hunter pulled her into a deep kiss, caressing her arms with both hands.
Angela’s head spun as she pressed against Hunter, her sensitive breasts rubbing against his dark chest hair. The unintentional stimulation shocked her even as she trembled, undulating against both men.
Jake entered her from behind, his slow and gentle entry in sharp contrast to Hunter’s previous frenzy.
Hunter reached up and pressed against her with his fingers, unerringly finding the tiny nub in her folds.
“Let’s see who wins this race,” Jake said as he continued with his lazy but deep thrusts, one hand possessively on the small of her back to keep her in place.
Angela wrestled her mouth free with a deep groan, the rising passion enveloping her and pulling her up toward the peak yet again. She clenched around Jake, relishing his sharp groan of surprise as he lost control.
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