by Harper West
This was the strangest revenge I could have ever exacted. Here I was pleasing them while they were pleasing me. My plan was to expose them, yet I couldn't bring myself to really gather the evidence. I almost had them until they changed their view of me—and my view of them. I was caught in between a rock and a hard place.
Rather, I was caught between two hard cocks.
Cooper withdrew his cock.
I followed him with my hips, longing for his touch to never end. “Don't stop.”
“It's not all about you, princess,” he groaned. “Pleasure Jack. Don't worry about you.”
“Yes, sir.”
Every command he gave spread goosebumps over my body. I think he saw them, too, for I heard him chuckle with delight. He was amused. And I could feel his amusement fill me when his fingers returned. He wiggled inside me, slipping back and forth with ease. I felt his cock against my ass and invited him to use me as stroking material.
I could be your centerfold, I thought lustfully. Use me to get off.
I had never been one to opt for these sorts of hookups, but with them, it felt so natural. I wanted to be used. I wanted to be their favorite toy and to get all the orgasms possible out of it. The orgasms were likely selfish, yet it felt like an even trade.
They were getting off to me and I was getting off to them. It felt like it was just part of the process. I had completely forgotten all about being quiet and groaned into Jack, vibrating his cock with my lips. His moans rose with mine and I heard Cooper join in, creating such a beautiful chorus that filled my office.
I squeaked when Cooper's fingers stroked faster. My insides burned to be released and I was squeezing his fingers, unable to control whether my pussy contracted or not.
This was the part where I would lose control—and I loved every second of it.
I released all boundaries. I didn't need to mind my reactions or control anything. All that was required of me was to let go and enjoy the process. And I really was enjoying it. It was the most unhinged I had ever been. I slurped Jack's cock and rode Cooper's fingers as if they were his cock. I owned them both using my mouth and my pussy.
And in some strange way, that made me feel confident.
I rolled my hips and let go, allowing my body to do what it naturally wanted to do. I relinquished any inhibitions and widened my lips, swallowing every inch of Jack with a fervent desire. I bobbed over his cock, feeling his hand gripping my hair harder than ever. I dug my nails into his thighs as I felt him lurch forward, humping viciously for a few seconds before going completely stiff.
And then he came.
He filled my mouth with his come, coating my tongue and, ultimately my throat. I swallowed every ounce of him that shot into my mouth. It only made me want more. As I licked up the rest of it, I felt Cooper's efforts double. His cock was hard against my ass and he was feverishly stroking himself as he stroked me.
I squeaked and threw my head back, closing my eyes to let the sensation wash over me. I honed in on his fingers and felt the warmth of them radiating from my pelvis up into my chest. I groaned long and low, feeling the knot in my gut tighten hard before finally snapping.
I became ravenous.
My body convulsed over Jack as I came, rocking and rattling my way up his torso. Cooper grunted and humped wildly as he stroked himself into an eruption. I felt his hot come coat my bottom and smiled in response, feeling the rest of my orgasm fading like the waves receding from the shore.
I collapsed into Jack. He gladly wrapped me up into a hug and hummed contentedly as he pressed his nose into my neck. He inhaled me. He held and comforted me as Cooper wiped my bottom and then joined us.
Cooper had dropped to his knees and was hugging me from behind. I felt his tired cock sag against my leg and felt satisfied with the fact that I had just pleased them both. I huffed as I buried my face into Jack's shirt. He smelled so good—like all the things I had ever wanted in life. Everything I could have wanted in a mate was doubled with them both here.
And they were holding me like I belonged to them.
“Well, what do we do now?” I joked while trying to hide my growing feelings. “Seems like we just spent a ton of energy for the afternoon.”
“We can take you for some food if you want,” Cooper whispered. “Or whatever you want. You can come see our home and eat there. We can give you a tour and take you into the garden for another interview.”
“I almost forgot all about the interviews.”
Jack laughed. “We have a way of making time stand still.”
“You really do.”
I raised my eyes to his, feeling overwhelmed with subliminal joy.
When he met my gaze, I felt the heartfelt affection there. He didn't look at me like a doll or a toy—he looked at me like a woman.
And suddenly everything became relatively clear like soot settling at the bottom of a muddy lake. I could see them both for who they were and for what they wanted. I could see his care and concern and could feel the way he felt.
I mean, I could really feel it.
So, what would happen if I felt the same about them?
Chapter 17
Cooper
“Go get cleaned up, princess. We'll be right here.”
I smiled at Brooklyn while motioning for her to go to the bathroom. She looked a damn hot mess, but a sexy one at that. I had thoroughly enjoyed plowing her pussy with my fingers and, after she left, I enjoyed licking her juice off them one by one.
I sighed when the door shut.
Jack hummed and sat up from the chair. “Goddamn, she is a real treasure.”
"She is truly."
“I can't believe how hot that was.”
I laughed. “I mean, I can. She looked like she was really into it. I think we could get her into double penetration pretty soon.”
“Like tonight?”
“Don't get your hopes up, Jackie.”
He rolled his eyes. “Okay, fine. And next time, don't get so bossy with me. Be bossy with her.”
I blinked at him. “You've never had a problem with me giving you directions before. What changed?”
“I just want to be able to be dominant with her, too.”
“And under my command, you can do that.”
“You're not the only alpha here, Coop.”
I squared up while I fixed my pants. “There can technically only be one alpha.”
“Well, maybe I'm tired of being second to command.”
I shook my head. “I don't understand where this is coming from. You were fine with her during the scene. And she got you off. Isn't that enough for you?”
“I just want us to be on equal ground, okay?”
He stood up from the chair and tucked his shirt into his pants before adjusting his suit jacket. I took a breath and studied him.
“Okay, I guess you're right,” I relented. “But that's a challenge for me, Jack.”
“As with most things in life when you're not in the lead,” he teased.
“I resent that sort of statement.”
“Fine, I won't say anything.”
I shrugged. “Alright, fine.”
“Fine.”
I rolled my eyes. “Let's get her back to our house and see how she feels.”
“That works. Should we pick up something to eat?”
“We could just have the cook prepare something. Could you call him?”
He sighed. “Sure, what do you want made?”
“Something Italian.”
“We already had that this week.”
“Then, you pick something.”
He groaned. “But I don't know what I want.”
“God, you are such a brat sometimes! Are you aware of that?”
“Me? A brat?” He laughed dramatically. “You're the one who just got angry because I asked for equal footing in our relationship.”
“You act like we're dating when we're just friends!”
“And you act like we're not involved in some wa
y that wouldn't affect us deeply!”
I growled and turned away, opting to look out the window than at his disappointed mug. It had been ages since we had argued—maybe even since college—and I hated the attitude he copped whenever things weren't going his way. He could really be the hardest head in the room when he was out of control.
I hated it.
“Are you two okay in here?” a sweet, familiar voice asked from the door. “I heard shouting.”
“Oh, we're fine,” I said while turning quickly.
Brooklyn looked better than ever. That afterglow looked so good on her.
“We were just discussing the print date,” Jack lied. Good on him—at least he would keep this fight from her. “And we were disagreeing.”
“I thought you already settled on that earlier,” she said as she went to the water fountain at the other end of the room. “Or did one of you change your mind?”
I blinked at her. It was like she could read us without ever telling her what the argument about. Ultimately, that's what it was: Jack had changed his mind about something and was being difficult about his usual tasks.
“Oh, well, that happens in this business,” I stated nonchalantly. “We do this a lot.”
“You argue a lot?”
Jack chuckled. “It comes with the territory.”
“I've honestly never seen you two argue.” She raised her cup to her lips and took a sip, smiling when she set the cup back down. “I mean, I guess you just keep it to yourselves, right?”
I stared blankly at her. She was something else, this woman. I was having a hard time believing she was really reading our energy. She didn't know the details, but she knew the energy.
I was impressed.
“Yes, we keep it between us. It's more professional that way,” I replied. “Are you ready to go?”
“Are you?”
I grinned. “Oh, darling, I'm always ready to go.”
She giggled lightly. After she finished her water, she tossed her paper cup into the trash and grabbed her briefcase. “I need to go over a few files at your house if that's alright.”
“You can use our office there,” Jack said.
“Perfect.”
We marched single-file out of her office, and she turned to lock it, making a point to smile at passing employees who were giving us the eyes. It was like a walk of shame, but I felt no shame. Only pride. I had made our girl come and I would never turn away from a curious gaze if I could help it.
When we left the library, we walked out into the Phoenix heat, me fanning myself as we went to the black car waiting for us on the curb. We filed inside and shut the rest of the world out behind us.
For once, I actually couldn't wait to get home.
Something about having a large house made it feel slightly empty, but with Brooklyn next to us, I felt like maybe we could fill that space up. Not with moans and salacious activities—although that was certainly on the list—but with more than that.
I wanted to fill that home with her.
The driver peeled carefully away from the curb as I instructed him to take us back to our home. Jack was already on the phone with the cook. Our theme for the evening would be Asian cuisine. I saw Brooklyn smile and felt confident that Jack had chosen well.
Although it was easy to please her, I found it difficult to decide how to please her. She was receptive to most everything, but I was still caught in my head about how we had stumbled on such a luscious treasure in the midst of hunting.
I needed to redirect my thinking. My head was full of bees.
“So, what are the files about?” I asked curiously.
She shrugged. “Most of them are proposals I need to go over about whether this book or that book belongs in our library.”
“Do people petition for books all the time?”
“Actually, people petition to have books removed. They think certain material shouldn't be available to the general public.”
I frowned. “That sounds preposterous. We should all have access to the same information.”
“That's what I keep telling them.”
“But who ultimately decides? Is it you?”
She nodded. “I do make that decision, but sometimes it can go right above my head.”
“How rude,” Jack commented while tucking his phone away. “I mean, you're the head librarian, right?”
“When people don't respect my decisions, they try to go above. Luckily, I have some good pull around here, so it doesn't usually go over too well for them.”
“Well, good,” I said happily. “No one should deny you.”
“Except maybe you.”
I grinned mischievously. “Only for a few minutes.”
“I can't imagine it being any longer than that.”
“We would never deny you anything,” Jack whispered. “It's just not something we would do.”
“I'm sure there would be something you would deny me at any point.”
“Like?” I inquired. “Give us an example.”
“Like that money should I decide your behavior was inappropriate.”
I hummed thoughtfully. “I suppose I could deny you that, but it's in the fine print. Have we been inappropriate, princess?”
She smiled. “Far from it.”
“Well, that's good news, then.”
“And, at any rate, you've been doting on me. It's like I've already got the money in-hand.”
Jack laughed. “Is that what you're concerned about?”
“No, I have other things in my mind.”
I perked up. “Like?”
“Oh, you know...” She went quiet, biting her lower lip. “I just worry about my reputation.”
“Our little performance in there might have dampened it slightly.”
“I mean, I don't think anyone really heard us. We have those white noise machines.”
Jack chuckled. “Oh, somebody probably heard us.”
“Maybe it was Brett,” I teased.
Jack and I fell into a chuckling fit while Brooklyn remained serious.
I stopped laughing when I saw her face. “Oh, dear.”
“Hey, we didn't mean anything by that.”
“No, it's okay,” she shifted her features into a polite smile. “I mean, you were just joking.”
“Of course. We're jokers,” Jack explained.
“And we can get carried away,” I added.
“We'll be more mindful.”
“We shouldn't have joked like that when he's been bothering you.”
She smiled warmly, placing a hand on my knee as well as Jack's knee. “You two are very kind to consider my feelings.”
“What kind of jerks would we be if we ignored your feelings?”
She met my eyes. There was a longing there that was far from lustful. It wasn't the look she had given me in her office. This was more of a primal urge, something much deeper than physical satisfaction.
She looked like she really wanted us.
It was my turn to read her energy. “Princess, is there something you want to tell us?”
“No, nothing.”
“It doesn't quite sound like nothing.”
She grinned again and huffed, appearing like she was trying to laugh or make light of it. “No, it's really nothing. I just got in my head about the Brett thing.”
“I trust you'll tell us if anything is bothering you,” I said.
“I'll do my best,” she replied.
Jack squeezed her thigh. “We're here for you whenever you need us.”
“I'm so grateful for that.”
The rest of the ride was quiet. It was strange sitting like this in the car with her, without any additional commentary or activity. But it was peaceful. I found myself merely enjoying the presence of her without needing to do anything else. I hadn't experienced such comfort in my life and I was overwhelmed by how easily it came to me.
When we pulled in front of the house, I let them get out first. I needed to do some thinking.
Brooklyn was hiding something from us. I could tell by her hesitation and the way she looked at me.
But what was it?
Chapter 18
Jack
The next day, Cooper and I were back at it. We were in our office running through the new draft of the magazine. I was typing up my article—or whatever I had of it—and trying to see how it would fit as a featured piece.
I huffed with frustration. “We need a few more pages on this.”
“You need more space? Right now? When the deadline is so damn close?”
I rolled my eyes. “Don't get like that, Cooper.”
“I'll get however I want with both our names on the line in this issue.”
“Hey, I'm doing my best.”
“Well, it's not enough right now.”
I sat back away from the desk, drop the magnifying glass I had been holding to see the exact placement of text and images on the page. I stared at him. “What's gotten into you?”
“Nothing. I'm just fine.”
He looked pensive, angry, even disturbed. I knew that look: he was thinking up a damn storm, and the smoke from it was filling up the room, clogging up my lungs and my pores. If he kept doing this, my face was going to break out with acne.
“Alright, something is up,” I said while setting the magnifying glass down. “Talk to me, champ.”
“I hate it when you talk to me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you're superior.”
I took a deep breath while trying to calm my senses. When he got angry like this, he was impossible to deal with, and I was going to lose my temper too soon if I didn't reel it in. "I'm not saying that, Cooper. I'm just trying to help you. You're my brother and my best friend. And I can tell when you're bothered."
“Did Brooklyn seem strange to you last night?”
I arched my brow in his direction. “Not more than usual.”
“She didn't look like maybe her head was somewhere else?”
“She looked like she always does. What's in your brain, Coop?”