by Sara Cate
And if Ellis leaves…me and Nash alone?
To be honest, I’m scared, but I can’t think about that now.
Right now, things are good.
Walking across the long drive toward the waiting helicopter, the two men standing there both turn back and watch me as I approach. I can’t wait to be near them, in their arms.
Neither of them move as I get closer until Nash steps forward, putting an elbow into Ellis’s chest as if to beat him to me. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he moves in for a kiss.
“No, you’ll mess up my lipstick!” I whine, pushing him away.
“Oh, I’m messing up that lipstick at some point tonight.”
He settles for a pinch of my ass as I move toward the door of the helicopter. Ellis holds it open and helps me in.
As we enter the party, I stand between the two of them, not taking sides or leaning toward one more than the other. As far as everyone is concerned, I’m here with Ellis, but I want to be between them…figuratively and literally.
“You have no idea how much I want to claim you as mine right now,” Nash whispers into my ear as we stop by the door.
“Play nice. Don’t you think I’m thinking the same thing? Every girl in this room is drooling over you in that tux.”
“Well, there’s only one I’m going home with.”
I hum as he touches my back, and I smile up at him. Ellis takes my hand, pulling me toward him as Nash gives his attention to a man reaching out to shake his hand.
“Jealous?” I whisper as we move together through the crowd.
“You’re turning me into an animal in that dress.”
“That’s the point,” I mumble.
Ellis and I linger on the sidelines as Nash is absorbed by the crowd, greeting everyone and giving them each his best fake smile. It feels strange to leave him alone. I wish I could be at his side so he wouldn’t have to be alone. One glance up at Ellis, and I see the same look in his eyes.
Just then, I spot Zara and Alistair across the room, so I pull Ellis in their direction.
“Holy shit, Hanna. You look phenomenal!” Zara says as she leans in for a hug.
“Stop. So do you,” I reply, and she does. She’s so petite and cute in black next to Alistair who is sporting a deep gray suit.
The launch party drags, and we hardly see Nash all night. Ellis keeps me close to his side all night, giving harsh glares to men who stare at me a second too long.
“You’re being strangely possessive tonight,” I whisper as he hands me a flute of champagne.
“I know what these men are thinking when they glare at you like they own you, and it’s making me irritable.”
“What about that one?” I ask, nodding to Nash. “He’s been watching me all night too.”
Ellis smiles into his drink, which makes me laugh.
“I like you when you’re jealous,” I say, leaning close, but not too close. “Always so calm and collected, it makes me want to flirt with everyone in this room just to rile you up.”
“You do and you’ll be regretting it later.”
My cheeks flush hot. “Is that a threat…or a promise?”
A moment later, feeling restless and well, bored, I get an idea. “What do you say we rile him up a little? Give him something interesting to look at?”
“What do you have in mind?”
Taking his hand, I slip away taking him with me as I exit the conference room.
“Did he see us leave together?” I ask.
“Naturally.”
With a smile, I lead Ellis down the long open corridor. It’s a large building, and I’ve been here a couple of times before, and I know there’s another banquet hall on the other side of the stairs.
The sound of the party fades behind us as we walk. I shoot him a mischievous smile as I turn into the silent dark hallway just past the stairs, pulling him in with me.
As soon as we are alone in the empty room, his hands are around my waist.
“He’s not going to like this,” he whispers, pushing me against the wall.
His lips land against my neck, his smooth beard against my collarbone as he kisses me.
“That’s the idea,” I gasp as his hand slips under the slit of my dress, growling as he finds the moist lace of my panties. As Ellis drops to his knees, shoving my dress up to my waist, I pull my phone out of the deep pocket of the dress. I nearly drop it as he buries his nose between my legs and inhales like it’s his favorite drug.
I let out a moan as he slips the fabric to the side and runs his tongue along the moisture, devouring me frantically like he’s in a hurry to get me screaming his name.
A muffled cry escapes my lips because he most definitely is going to get me there in record time. “Fuck, Ellis.”
With one hand clutching the hair on the back of his head and my phone in the other, I turn on the camera and snap a picture at the exact moment a quick and intense orgasm shudders through me. The flash lights up the room and I open my eyes to find a picture of me, seedy and dark, Ellis’s face smashed into my pussy and a look of pure ecstasy on my face.
That will do just fine, I think as I send it to Nash in our group text message.
“Did you send it?” he asks as he stands up.
“We will have hell to pay,” I answer with a laugh.
“I can’t wait.”
30
I’m literally in the middle of a conversation with my new head engineer in the fixed wing program when my phone buzzes. I know what it is before I even glance discreetly at the screen.
Those mother fuckers.
The picture is dark and red, her dress around her waist and Ellis face-first in my favorite cunt. All while I’m stuck here talking to a bunch of assholes I don’t want to be talking to.
When I look up, Ellis walks in, stealing the air from the room as he so often does. And the asshole has the nerve to wipe the corner of his mouth with his thumb as he stares right into my eyes.
A second later, Hanna is by his side, clinging to his arm, and I can’t help myself. Hooking my finger at her, I keep a professional facade up as I beckon her over. I’m tired of her putting so much space between us. The engineer’s wife is droning on about something I’m not even paying attention to as Hanna reaches my side.
“Well, I don’t believe we’ve met,” her husband says, looking at Hanna. I want to fire his ass immediately for the stupid smile on his face.
Instead, I hide the fact I’d much rather everyone in this fucking room vacate except for two specific people.
“I’m sorry. Please let me introduce my friend, Ms. Hanna Thurber. Ms. Thurber was the principal dancer for the city’s ballet company.”
His wife gasps. “Oh my gosh, I recognize you.”
Hanna immediately clenches up next to me, which is a pity considering she’s probably just a couple of minutes post orgasm. But I can imagine after her public breakdown last year, being recognized isn’t always the reaction she’s looking for.
“We saw you in Swan Lake years ago. You were…well, you were phenomenal.”
Hanna’s grip on my arm relaxes, and a wave of pride rushes through me as I stare at her.
“That was my first professional production,” she replies, biting back her smile.
“I’ll never forget that ballet,” the woman says, almost looking emotional. “It was by far my favorite.”
“Mine too,” Hanna replies.
“Are you still with the company? I’d love to see you dance again.”
Hanna handles this with so much grace, it’s unbelievable. With a pleasant smile and a look of gratitude, she simply replies, “I’m actually retired. But I’m honored to hear you say that.”
“Well, good for you,” the woman replies.
They talk a moment longer about ballet, and if Hanna wasn’t the center of attention, I would end this conversation quickly, but I don’t want to steal this from her.
My dad has other plans because just then he steps up to the podium and
calls my name, asking me to say a few words.
Fuck, I hate this part.
But I manage it without looking like a complete idiot. Standing at the front of the room, next to him, I do my best to address everyone, but I only see two people.
The rest of the party wraps up quickly, and I lose track of Hanna for a moment as we say our goodbyes, and I’m crossing the room in a hurry before I feel a hand on my arm. Spinning around, I come face to face with Zara.
“Hey!” she says, stopping me as my eyes still dance around the room. “I haven’t been able to say anything to you all night.”
“Oh, sorry. It was busy.”
She’s being strange, looking at me with skepticism as she forces a smile. I know her well enough to know her real ones to know that’s not it.
Her hand lands on my arm. “You know we’re proud of you, right?”
I scoff, rolling my eyes. “Don’t say it like that. It’s weird.”
There’s a hint of humor in her eyes. “Well, whatever. You know what I mean.”
I try to relax for a moment, stopping my search for Hanna as I let myself talk to Zara for a moment. “You look beautiful tonight.” And she does with a new glow in her cheeks and sleek black dress I keep my eyes from glancing down.
“I’m sorry you had to third wheel it with them,” she says carefully.
Shrugging in response, I run my hands through my hair, messing up the product that held it in place. “It’s fine. Not like I have time to find a date.”
“You should find time, Nash. I hate thinking about you out there by yourself all the time.”
Fuck, this is awkward. Why is she telling me this? Because she feels bad for leaving me alone? I wish she wouldn’t. With what I have planned this evening, I’m very glad my dad and Zara moved out.
“Are you sure there isn’t anyone…”
My eyes widen as I glare at her. “What? No.”
“You could tell me…if there was.”
“Why are you being so fucking weird. I told you there was no one.”
“Jesus, calm down,” she says, putting her hands up. “I just…noticed your attention across the room all night.” Her eyes glance over my shoulder, focusing on something, and as I turn, my gaze lands on Ellis standing with my dad, and my breath starts to stutter in my chest.
What the fuck is she implying? She couldn’t possibly know… How could she?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I snap. I want to say something about how he’s my friend or make up some excuse as to why I did keep staring at him all night because fuck, look at him. It’s almost hard to focus on him, like the way he looks in that suit literally hurts my eyes. But no. I’m not even going to acknowledge what she’s implying.
“Okay…” she says carefully. “Not that there’s anything wrong—”
“Zara, stop.” It comes out too harsh, and we definitely catch the attention of a few people around us, so I do my best to recompose myself, smiling politely.
“It’s been a long day. I’m out of here.”
Before I can leave, she grabs me and pulls me into a hug. I can’t help myself from wrapping my arms around her waist and squeezing her closer. Everything that used to bond us still does. Her sister and my brother still died in that crash together, so nothing that happened after changes how we feel about each other now.
But I realize as we separate, I’m not hiding things as well as I thought I was. And that only makes me irritable. When I try to keep people out, they still find their way in.
Pushing the thought away, I grab the two only two people I care about right now and practically drag them out into the night.
Climbing into the helicopter that night, as soon as the doors shut, I let out a gruff exhale. Reaching across the seat, I grab Hanna by the back of the neck and crash my mouth against hers, smearing her perfect red lipstick across her face as I kiss her deeply.
I can feel Ellis’s eyes on us from the backseat. He deserves so much worse after that stunt they pulled at the party.
“Just take me home,” she whispers as soon as I let her up for air. My dick is already hard in my pants as I start up the aircraft. This flight is going to be way too fucking long.
She squirms in her seat the entire way, and no one says a word. I feel his eyes on me as I fly, but I can’t look at him. There’s too much tension in our glances. Too many things left unsaid. Too many thoughts about what Zara said.
Once we land, I tear off my mic and pull her face back to mine, devouring her mouth. The electricity between us burns, and I’m waiting to explode. My hands are ravenous, unbuckling quickly and pulling her dress down until I have a handful of her breast against my palm, giving her a harsh squeeze.
I can’t stop kissing her, practically pulling her into my lap as I get a taste of every part of her body I can reach.
“Should we make him watch?” I ask, my lips against her neck. Ellis is still sitting behind us, watching with that lust-filled gaze. “After that little stunt you two pulled at the party.”
She smiles. “I think he likes to watch.”
“Did that feel good? His face between your legs, making you come with his tongue?” I ask, slipping down the zipper of her dress fast enough to make her gasp. It feels a shame to nearly tear it, but I’m desperate to have her naked.
“Yes,” she breathes.
“Were you thinking about me when he did it?”
“Yes.”
Once she shimmies the red fabric down her body, I slide my hand into the front of her lace panties, gliding easily through the moisture pooling there. I’m having a very hard time taking my time right now. I mean, we can’t even wait until we’re out of the aircraft. But it’s been a stressful day, and I’m tense, ready to explode. Ellis seems to pick up on this as he opens his door on my side, climbing out and opening my door next.
“I get the feeling Nash is a little tense tonight,” he says. Looking me in the eye, he says in his deep authoritative voice. “He’s been thinking about those beautiful red lips of yours around his cock all night, haven’t you?”
She bites her lip at him as she shifts in her seat until she’s kneeling. When her hands touch my belt, I shudder. Having their attention on me, both of them, I feel like I’m flying, weightless. As she unfastens my pants, Ellis slowly pulls my tie from my neck, gazing into my eyes. Just as she places her lips against my cock, he slams his lips against mine, kissing me harshly.
I am consumed, drowning in this pleasure.
His mouth on my mouth, hers on my cock. He pulls at the buttons of my shirt, and I’m breathless, gasping for air, and all I can think is how I never want this to end. This feeling right now could last me the rest of my life, and I’d finally be happy, at peace. And not just the pleasure, but the comfort. They are my safety net.
As she hums around me, I push her away quickly, afraid I’ll come too fast. In a frantic rush to get him as naked as I am, I tear as his buttons while she trails her lips up my stomach and everywhere but directly on my dick, which only drives me crazier.
Ellis is still standing in the open doorway while Hanna and I are still squeezed into the helicopter, putting his cock at the perfect angle for me. Once I have his pants undone, I eagerly reach into his boxers to wrap my hand around him, loving the way he moans my name as I do.
With his hand around my neck, he pulls me out of the cockpit, and we help her out after us, but we still don’t make it to the house. Standing outside next to the helicopter in scraps of clothes and mostly naked, we resume our kissing, his lips on mine, then hers on his and then I lose track of whose hands are where.
“I think it’s his turn, Hanna,” I whisper before kissing him again. She drops to her knees in front of him and takes him into her mouth, eliciting a low growl from his chest. Pulling away, I watch as he bites his lip, and I run my thumb across the bottom one, licking a line from his chin to his ear. His fingers press harshly into my back.
“So tense,” he whispers as his hand engulf
s my cock. “Why do you keep stopping us? Let it go.”
“But—”
She must have heard him because she turns right back toward me, swallowing me down in one strong pull, and I feel myself seizing up.
He moves away from my front to hold me from behind. I feel the warmth of his kiss against my neck as his hand roams my chest. Looping an arm around my waist and one around my head, he pulls my weight onto his chest.
“Just let go, Nash. We’ve got you.”
Hanna’s mouth pumps harder, and I lose all control. Ellis’s erection presses firmly against my back as I let out a heavy groan, coming hard into Hanna’s mouth.
I feel her throat working as she swallows it down, slowing her motion and running her hands up my thighs. I feel like heavy mud, lax in Ellis’s arms.
“Fuck…” I say as he runs his hands across my chest.
“Feel better?” he whispers in my ear.
Opening my eyes, I stare straight ahead. Hanna stands up, and immediately kisses Ellis over my shoulder. Pulling away from his lips, the three of us pressed together and impossibly close, smiles suddenly warm on each of our faces.
"Why don't we go inside?” Ellis says, nudging us toward the house. Leaving our discarded clothes on the ground, we walk together toward the patio door.
Once inside, I can’t let go of Hanna, thinking of how beautiful she was swallowing it down the way she did.
“You two, go to the bedroom. I’ll be there in a moment,” he says from the bar.
He doesn’t have to tell us twice. It’s only a moment after we get to the room when Ellis follows us in, handing me a glass of the whiskey we drank the night in the pool.
“You have a seat right there. Relax.”
With a glance toward the chair in the corner, I do as he says. I’m in nothing but my pants, still undone and hanging open.
Then, I watch as Ellis finishes the job of taking off his clothes. He turns toward Hanna, and I enjoy the point of view for a moment, being the one watching, getting to be the outsider, but not feeling like the outsider.