Chapter 2

I took a breath and tried not to think about their hands on me. “Ste…” I stopped before putting my real name out there. My name is Stephanie and I didn’t want that to weird Jon out as his daughter bears the same name. “Stacey. My name is Stacey.” I took another breath, “now, why am I here?”

Jon and Richie smiled at each other then turned and each put an arm around me. “We wanted you” Jon told me as they urged me toward the door. I looked at Jon, “you wanted me?” I couldn’t believe those words had come out of that man’s mouth. Richie nodded his head, “yes darlin’. We wanted you. Now how about we take this someplace a bit more private, just the three of us?” All I could do was nod my head and follow where they led. I couldn’t believe it, me and the two of them, it was just too surreal.

They led me out and into a dark car. I sat between the two of them in the back seat; each one had a hand on one of my knees. “Where are we going?” I was trying hard not to think about their hands, one of which was moving ever so slightly higher on my thigh. I’m fairly certain it was Richie who nuzzled my neck and up to my ear “the hotel darlin’. Don’t worry, you’re safe with us.” Between his warm breath at my ear and his soft, sensuous lips on my skin I nearly came right then.

My breath was starting to come in pants and the red haze of arousal was clouding my vision. I closed my eyes against it, trying to keep myself in control. Jon nuzzled the other side and I thought for sure I was going to die. “You smell so good baby, what is that?” I felt the tip of his tongue caressing just behind my earlobe. Oh God. “Or-orchids. It’s orchids. M-my favorite.”

I turned my head slightly to look at Jon and with just the tip of my tongue I traced his bottom lip. He didn’t hesitate, his mouth ravaged mine, our tongues dueled for control. His won. I pulled away, dazed and was tugged the other way. Before I could fully recover myself Richie’s mouth was on mine. His kiss was gentler, but no less determined. I moaned as he released me. I scanned his face and went back for seconds. My hands moved over him and just as they found his hair the car stopped. Jon ran his hand across the curve of my hip and leaned in close, his front pressed against my back, “we’re here.”

We rode the elevator in silence, one man on either side of me, constantly touching me in some way; a soft stroke of my bare arms, a twirl of my curls, a finger across my jaw, a light trail of fingers against my thigh. I was on sensory overload and loving every second. When the doors opened Richie grabbed my hand and stepped out. Jon took my other hand and we paraded down the hall, Jon as close behind me as he could be without being inside my clothes with me. I could smell him he was so close and damn if he didn’t smell like sex and sin. It was a heady combination and as we approached the door I pressed myself against Richie, his scent was slightly spicier but no less distracting.

When the door clicked closed behind us they let my hands go and let me move farther into the room ahead of them. Richie sat in one of the chairs and Jon moved to the bar, “care for a drink?” I nodded my head, “please.” I glanced around as Jon handed me a glass of wine, “where’s the bathroom?” Richie pointed, “through the bedroom.” I downed half the glass, set it down and walked as calmly as possible toward the other room.

Once I was behind the locked door I sat down on the commode and heaved several breaths and tried to slow my racing heart. I stood and looked at myself in the mirror, you can do this. You can be with the both of them. It’s what you’ve always wanted. I fluffed my hair and washed my hands and with one final deep breath I headed back into the other room. This was going to be fun.