The Chronicles of Stella Rice: February Read online

  That thought led me to a second realization—the true reason why I’d been avoiding Jake. My pride was wounded and I was angry, but not enough to not repeat past mistakes if given the chance. The only way I could be sure I wouldn’t sleep with him again was to stay far away.

  The door swung open, pulling me from my thoughts, and I found myself staring up and into Jake’s face.

  As always, his beauty stunned me. He told me during our night together that he was half Algonquin from his father and half Puerto Rican from his mother. This ethnic mix explained his exotic good looks, but not the potent affect they had on me. His emerald eyes bore into me as I stood looking at him, momentarily paralyzed to the spot. His lush, pink lips quirked into a knowing grin and he stepped back, motioning me inside his office.

  I reminded myself that I had to behave with decorum and dignity. I was there with a goal. And that was the only reason I was there.

  “Come in, Stella,” he said, when I remained in the doorway.

  The sound of his voice sent tingles of anticipation rippling down my spine. He had a sexy voice, like melted cream. It was silky and intoxicating, and brought back memories of him confessing all of the perverted things he wanted to do to me.

  I could feel my face heat at the remembrance.

  Staring purposely at my feet, I stepped into his office.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  The office was spacious and as decadently decorated as his home. A large, mahogany desk was the focal point, and it was set atop a maroon and forest green area rug. Two chairs sat opposite his desk, there was a bar in the far corner of the room, a sofa, and another door that led…I didn’t know where. The wall to my left was made entirely of glass. From the gym below this entire walled appeared as one large mirror, but that was a façade. From here in his office, Jake could oversee everything that happened in Stay Fit.

  Once I was inside, he closed the door. I heard the unmistakable sound of a lock slipping into place.

  Goose flesh popped out along my arms.

  “Have a seat,” he said, from behind me.

  I glanced at the sofa, then at the pair of visitor’s chairs facing his desk. I opted for a chair.

  As I walked across the room I felt Jake on my heels, moving so close that the scent of him completely engulfed my senses. He smelled good. Even after kickboxing class, sweaty and mussed from exertion, Jake had always smelled yummy.

  I sat in a chair, crossed my legs, and struggled to remember why I was there. It wasn’t to have sex; however, the thought was the preeminent one filling my mind.

  “I knew you’d come,” he said, resting his hands on my shoulders from behind me and squeezing. “Katarina’s been calling every day, demanding I break her contract.”

  Katarina. That was it. The contract.

  He’d begun to knead my shoulders. His fingers on me felt so right, so welcome that I had to stop myself from leaning into him. Instead, I slid forward, ending the contact.

  “You have to break the contract, Jake,” I said, proud of the resolve I heard in my voice.

  “Do I, now?”

  “Yes.”

  He stood in front of me then hiked one jean-clad hip onto the edge of his desk. His foot rocked back and forth and I noticed he was wearing black work boots today. They looked damn sexy on him.

  “Give me one good reason why I should,” he said, easing further back on his desk, knees splayed.

  Damn it to hell, he was hard. Not just hard either, but solid as a rock. His erection pressed against the crotch of his jeans so forcefully I wouldn’t have been surprised to hear the material rip and see his cock come spilling out amid a tangle of dark hair.

  I forced my eyes away from his erection and swallowed hard. “Because it’s the right thing to do?” I hadn’t meant it to come out as a question, but Jake had me so unnerved, and that’s exactly what it sounded like. A question.

  “I’ll tell you what,” he began, grinning insidiously at me. “You come to my place on February fourteenth—”

  “Valentine’s Day?”

  “Yeah, Valentine’s Day. You stay all night, same rules as last time, and I’ll break Katarina’s contract.” Then, he added as an afterthought, “And yours.”

  When I managed to collect my thoughts, I got to my feet. Outrage made my voice quiver. Thrusting my finger into his chest, I accused, “You want me to spend the night with you? That’s the only way you’ll break our contracts?”

  He nodded.

  “I’m not a whore. I won’t sell my body for two stupid contracts.”

  “You won’t be selling your body. The contracts are an excuse. You want me just as much as I want you. You can use the contracts to justify it to yourself.”

  “You arrogant ass! Why the hell would I want to spend the night with you? You’re a liar and a cheat. And you’re gay.”

  “I never said I wasn’t attached. You never asked. And I’m not gay, I’m bisexual.”

  “With the way you came on to me I naturally assumed you were unattached.”

  “If you had asked I would have told you. Did you really think all those clothes in the closet belonged to me?”

  As a matter of fact, I had. “I suppose Cinder’s going out of town again and you don’t want to be alone on Valentine’s Day.”

  He shook his head. “No, Dev is gonna be home.”

  I frowned. “So why do you want me there?”

  “Not just me, Stella. Dev wants you to spend the night too. It’ll be the three of us.”

  I gulped. “Let me get this straight. You expect me to stay at your house for Valentine’s Day? Overnight, same rules as before; the rules being that I’m your sex toy for the night?”

  He nodded. “Only this time, Dev gets to play too.”

  “Have you lost your mind?”

  He didn’t answer, at least not with words. I felt the heel of his boot glide over my calf as he hooked his leg around mine. A moment later he dragged me forward into the circle of his thighs.

  The kiss was slow, tentative at first, but as I relaxed into him, it deepened. His tongue moistened mine, his lips tasted sweet as honey, and I was doing precisely what I said I wouldn’t do. But it felt too incredible, and I didn’t want to stop.

  Determined to get control over the situation, I eased my arms between us and gave Jake a shove.

  Nothing happened, save Jake exerting more strength to hold onto me.

  “No,” I tried to say against his lips.

  He pulled back and uttered, “Yes.” He wrapped his legs around my waist and locked me in place. When his lips meant mine this time, I knew there was no going back.

  Moaning hungrily, he drew my tongue into his mouth and sucked. A jolt of sexual awareness danced from my loins to my nipples and back down again. I rubbed against him, pressing closer, needing to feel him all over. I suddenly wanted him so much I could scarce stand on my own two feet.

  “Dear God, Jake,” I said when he eased me away and slid off his desk. “What are you doing to me?”

  “Binding you to me,” he said. His voice was hoarse, barely audible above the pounding of my heart.

  He moved to stand behind me, set his hands on my waist and nudged me forward until I was pressed against his desk. “Wait a sec.” He said. He retreated but returned in seconds. “Lean on this.” He eased a pillow from the sofa under my hips so the angled edges of his desk wouldn’t cut into me.

  Thoughtful and considerate.

  “Now, take off your shoes so we can get those pantyhose off,” he said.

  Matching words to action, he crouched while I slipped my feet free of their leather confines. He set his hands on my thighs and began to slide the pantyhose off. I’d never had a man handle me in such a way, so gently while primal hunger was evident in the way his hands shook when he touched me. It left me stunned.

  Tossing the pantyhose aside, he stood to his full height and loomed over me. “Bend over, Stella,” he ordered, giving me a helpful prod.

  I was chest down agai
nst his desk, cheek pressed to the cool, dark wood, hair splayed around me. He eased the skirt of my suit up around my waist.

  “Do you know how bad I’ve wanted to do this?” he asked. “How many times I wanted to go to your place, kick down the door, and make you admit you want me?”

  I didn’t answer. I couldn’t if I wanted to. I was lost in the feel of his fingers grazing my skin as he grasped my panties and drew them down just enough to give him access to my throbbing quim.

  I was bare from the waist down, naked and unprotected. The warm air of his office tickled my clit as I lay waiting. I shivered.

  “Do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about finding you in The Oak Room and making you come home with me? Making you submit to me again?”

  “And what about Dev?” I asked, wondering what Jake’s lover would’ve thought of this.

  In answer, he slid into me slow, careful not to press too fast and hurt me. “Fuck, you feel good. Dev won’t believe how tight you are. He’ll die when he feels you, Stella. He’ll die on the spot, that’s how good you feel.”

  He pressed in further and I bit my lower lip. A guttural groan slid from my lips.

  “How do you want it Stella?” he asked after he’d eased his cock into my core. “Slow and easy or fast and hard?”

  I didn’t think I had the patience for slow and easy just now, so I told him a little hoarsely, “Fast and hard. Real hard.”

  “Hold on, then.” Without saying another word, he eased back excruciatingly slow, paused, then thrust into me faster and harder than I would’ve believed humanly possible. The sudden force of the movement had me sliding along the slick surface of his desk. I was thankful he hadn’t removed my shirt and bra. Had I been naked from the waist up I didn’t doubt my breasts would’ve been brush-burned.

  I didn’t have time to catch my breath before he was withdrawing from me. My insides felt sore from the sudden intrusion, unaccustomed to being so thoroughly filled. I was beginning to doubt the wisdom of my fast and hard request. After going so long without sex, slow and easy might have been the better choice.

  Before I could say as much, he drove into me, sending riotous sensations surging through my body. I wasn’t entirely sure if it was pleasure or pain I was feeling, or if it was a bizarre mix of both.

  As he eased back again I levered myself onto my elbows, hoping to control his thrusts.

  “Jake?” I asked, a little breathlessly.

  “Am I hurting you?” he asked, plunging into me a third time.

  The force of his thrust made me collapse onto the desk, a low moan in my throat. All-encompassing ecstasy teased in the pit of my stomach. Tempting, even as it stayed just beyond my reach. Every time he surged deep, the delicious sensation intensified. It grew until I was shoving into him, forcing him to drive deeper.

  He drew back and thrust, setting a rhythm I was powerless against. Each possession left me desperate; each withdrawal had me eager for more.

  “That’s right,” he said. “Give in to me.”

  Unable to form words, I sighed.

  I felt around for something to cling to, something to anchor me against the jarring force of his hips moving against mine. My hands found purchase on his desk, so I gripped the edges and hung on for dear life, riding his cock all the while.

  I could tell by our hunger that this wouldn’t take long. We were both too needy to take our time, too frantic for a lingering coupling.

  He kept his hands on my hips, fingers digging into my flesh as he moved my hips in time with his thrusts.

  On the very edge of control, hovering on the precipice of fulfilled desire, my climax danced just out of reach.

  “Fuck, I’m gonna come, Stella.”

  He pounded into me and pulsed. The sensations engulfed me, raged through my body at double-time, the pleasure descending too fast to control. I didn’t want to orgasm yet. I wanted more. Still, when I felt him ejaculate, the orgasm that had teased, delivered. A fierce spasm shook my body. I forced my buttocks against his hips even as he wrapped me in his arms and held tight.

  He fell backward into a visitor chair, pulling me along with him into his lap.

  After three more thrusts, we were both done…and well satisfied.

  *~*~*

  “A word about Dev,” Jake said, pulling me more firmly onto his lap a few minutes later. “He’s a closet actor. He loves performing. And not just on stage for an audience.”

  “I haven’t said I agree to your Valentine’s Day proposal.”

  He gave me a squeeze that made the muscles in his arm ripple. “You’ll come.” And we both knew he was right. “Anyway, about Dev. He’s always dreamed of being an actor. Our closet is full of costumes he’s worn onstage with Maverick. He gets a rush out of incorporating his leather gear into sex. See what I’m getting at?”

  I stared at him. “I haven’t a clue.”

  “Dev loves sex. Dev loves performing. But what Dev really loves is to combine his passions. Get me?”

  “He sings while he has sex?”

  Jake rolled his eyes. “Sex skits. He gets a rush out of thinking up wild scenarios, pretending to be a character in the situation, and fucking.”

  I tried not to laugh but it was difficult. “Like playing Doctor?”

  “I guess you could say that. Except Dev’s set-ups are much more elaborate.”

  “I don’t know whether I should be aroused or afraid.”

  “Definitely aroused. Dev gets off on sex games.” He watched for my reaction. When I continued to smile he went on. “Dev’s a great fuck, Stella. The more turned on he is the more fun you’ll have.”

  “What about you?”

  “I’m gonna have a hard time sharing you.”

  9:07 p.m.

  “You did what?”

  Ann, Katarina, and Meagan all shared matching looks of alarm. I chugged some more Sam Adams and tried to seem nonchalant about the whole affair. All afternoon I’d been practicing my, ‘I have sex on desktops all the time’ face. “I had sex with Jake today,” I said again. “In his office. On his desk.”

  “You did what?” Katarina repeated.

  Had we gotten stuck in a conversational loop? It felt like we’d all somehow become broken records. I could hear the words, “On his desk,” echoing over and over in my head, followed closely behind by, “You did what?”

  “In his office?” Meagan eyed me up and down. “I’m impressed. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

  Katarina shoved a blonde strand from her face and frowned. Her disapproval radiated off of her like body heat. “Well I’m not impressed. What were you thinking, Stella? You can’t go around having sex in men’s offices.”

  “Was it good?” Ann wanted to know.

  A memory of my body splayed across his desk, Jake standing behind me, impaling me, flashed in my mind’s eye. “I’ve never done anything like that before,” I said, still stunned stupid by my own behavior. “It was amazing. It felt so carnal. I can’t remember ever being so turned on.”

  “What about my money?” Katarina wanted to know.

  “Screw your money,” Ann said. “I wanna know more about the sex. Gerard and I used to have exciting sex. We did it at a concert once. Standing up, right in the middle of the auditorium. Best sex I ever had.”

  “How’re you ladies doing?”

  Ann grinned unabashedly at the waitress, not in the least bit embarrassed that the woman had overheard Ann telling us about another of her and Gerard’s sexual escapades.

  “Another MGD,” Ann told the lady.

  Katarina shook her head. “I’m meeting Jim for drinks later,” she told us. “I don’t want to be drunk before I get there.”

  “I’ll have another Margarita,” Meagan said. After the waitress was out of earshot, Meagan leaned over the table, careful to keep her long curls away from the flickering candle flames, and confided, “I did it at an concert once too. It was an outdoor concert. And we did it on a blanket. It was amazing. Just me, Tim—or was i
t Jason—and the stars.”

  “So who here besides me isn’t an exhibitionist?” Katarina wanted to know.

  Okay, so I’d had sex on a desk. I didn’t think that made me an exhibitionist. “I was in a locked office. I don’t think that makes me an exhibitionist. And anyway, sex in his office isn’t the oddest thing about our meeting. The real kicker has to do with our contracts.” I paused to make sure I had everyone’s attention. And I did. Beside me, Katarina’s expression was one of trepidation. Across the table, Ann held her beer aloft, waiting to drink until I said whatever it was I had to say. Meagan simply stared. “Jake said he’d break our contracts, no questions asked, if I’d spend the night with him on Valentine’s Day. With him,” I continued, “and his boyfriend, Dev. a.k.a.Cinder.”

  As expected, I’d struck another chord. For a good fifteen seconds, nobody said a word. However, there was much gasping, throat clasping, and offended grunts emanating from our section of the lounge.

  Ann was the first to speak. “Do what?”

  “Spend the night with them. They want a woman to share, to play with I suppose. And they’ve elected me.” I shrugged. “Go figure.”

  “You said no, right?” Katarina’s manicured fingers clenched into a fist. “Tell me you kneed him in the balls.”

  “The two of them!” Ann added.

  Meagan gasped again, shaking her head. “Was he serious?”

  “Jake doesn’t joke about sex.”

  “What about you? You think this is funny? You think you’re up to having sex with two men at the same time.”

  “I told him I’d think about it.”

  Katarina’s fist came down on the table, making us all jump. She bared her teeth and curled her lip. “What’s there to think about?”

  “Come on,” I said. “You guys saw Dev. The man is gorgeous. Jake is gorgeous. When will I get another chance to have sex with two men who look like that? And at the same time to boot. A Jake and Dev sandwich.”

  “Dev?” Katarina repeated, incredulous. “Since when did Jake’s lover become Dev?”

  “That’s what Jake calls him.”