Tall Tales, Threats, And Threesomes

Towards the secluded whitewashed gazebo that sat at the water's edge, away from the house, the auction, and the crowd.

We stepped inside the small secluded structure, and I breathed in and out again deeply trying to relax a bit more.

"Now isn't this better than some ugly scene?" Caroline asked as she stood next to me in the dark, quiet place.

"Yes." I mumbled, agreeing but still aggravated at the evening so far.

"I don't believe you Jordan." She said as she reached into her little black clutch.

Caroline produced a perfect hand rolled joint, lit it and inhaled deeply before passing it to me.

"Here, take a minute and relax." she said, holding in the dense smoke.

We stood quietly, passing the joint back and forth for a few more minutes letting my anger subside,

Caroline took another long, slow drag and stepped into me, a playful grin on her gorgeous face as she softly she tipped my chin up, pulling my lips within centimeters of hers, almost touching them.

Slowly she exhaled, shot gunning a solid stream of smoke as I inhaled deeply, closing my eyes and tipping my head back as I held my breath for a moment before exhaling slowly.

With one hand she pulled me further back into the gazebo, out of the full moonlight and into the shadows, pushing me back onto the wicker chaise lounge behind us.

The soft, silky black dress she wore slid up revealing creamy thighs as she straddled my waist and once again she inhaled deeply on the joint, leaning down over me she exhaled slowly moaning lightly at the feel of my fingers teasing the insides of her thighs.

My head was swirling, and my little monster was in heaven, I craved this from her, the familiar burn she could start in me.

" So, I take it you're not mad at me anymore about that situation with the intriguing FBI agent?" she asked as she dropped the joint on the small table beside us and sat back on my thighs.

Caroline was still concerned that I was angry at her about Agent Emilee Welsh, and I had been at first after having been put into that situation. But no one knew the outcome of that alliance but me and the beautiful Agent Welsh and that was a tall tale of mine I would never share, with anyone.

I exhaled as I let my hands wander over her body, over firm thighs and up her toned stomach and full breasts before I gripped her by the neck with both hands pulling her back down into a slow, deep kiss.

"Yes, I'm still mad." I said teasing her, breaking the kiss and chuckling as she frowned at my answer.

"I never meant to get you wrapped up in my deal." she purred as let her hands wander along my ribs and up to cup both my breasts.

"It worked out, no harm done." I whispered, letting my lips trail the warm skin of her neck.

Caroline gasped as I slipped my hand between her legs, curling my fingers and pressing hard against her clit through the thin panties she wore.

The blood pumping quickly through my body made my skin feel as if it was on fire, and the rush of touching her was only heightened by the gasp that escaped her as she flung her head back.

I sat up, wrapping her long legs around my waist to pull her closer, as our lips crashed hard against the others; Caroline slipped my hand back between her spread legs.

She was soaking wet for me and I moaned at the feeling, as I slipped my fingers back and forth, tugging at the flimsy material and letting my knuckles slide back and forth in her wetness.

"Oh Jordan." she whispered softly against my lips, her voice breathy, raspy with familiar need.

This is what I wanted, what I needed for the moment to curb my little monster, to ride out this high my longest addiction still could give me.

With her hands on my shoulders Caroline began grinding deliberately against my sliding hand shamelessly, her full panting lips teased against mine as she began to moan for me, a soft, gasping moan that made my little monster more intent at feeding from her.

"Ahem!"

It was an intrusive sound, the interruption was loud and came from behind us somewhere in the darkness, and Caroline instantly stood up pulling away from me and adjusting her dress.

"Dammit, Marcus what is it!" she snapped, as her longtime assistant stepped closer to the gazebo.

"I'm sorry Caroline, but they need you to start the auction." he said apologetically, as he stood with his back to us trying to be polite in an awkward situation, even though this wasn't the first time Marcus had interrupted us the scene combined with my current stoned state of mind made me laugh out loud .

"Fuck!" Caroline grumbled as she grabbed her clutch and stomped toward her assistant.

"We will finish this conversation later Jordan!" she said confidently, before turning and walking back toward the mansion.

I sat quietly for a moment trying to collect myself, smiling at how easily I could be seduced by her, how easily I slipped into the role of lover with her, anytime or anywhere she could wake my little monster and often times tame it.

I took my time wandering back to the party going on inside, cutting around the house through the garden again to avoid interrupting the auction and ending up in the rear of the enormous home, before quietly slipping in the back door.

Everyone bidding would be in the main ballroom, and as I scanned the crowd I spotted Becca and Rachael sitting together in the front row, and the District Attorney husband right beside my stunning brunette banker making it difficult to continue feeding my still starving monster.

My best friend was bidding on an oil painting, of a meadow landscape done by a local artist, Caroline had featured his work at the museum many times and Becca had loved the pieces then so it didn't surprise me that she would drop a small fortune on one of her own.

I watched as Caroline gave the background of the artist, walking back and forth as she spoke showing just a glimpse of her toned thigh as she moved, the dress flowing with her body.

My brunette banker was staring too, watching just as I was at Caroline who continued to speak, not focused on what she was saying; but rather the way Caroline was moving.

My brunette banker let her eyes wander over the redhead's body, as she strolled casually back and forth on the small stage that had been set up in the middle of the lavish room.

Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of my brother, he was standing toward the rear of the crowd, his look angry, his stare almost cold.

Following his line of sight I saw what had him so agitated, Becca was speaking with the artist whose painting she had just purchased.

They had obviously passed pleasantries and were clearly, openly flirting with one another, she was leaning a little too close and the young dark haired twenty-something had his hand comfortably perched on her thigh.

The district attorney moving caught my eye and woke my little monster, and I smiled at the opportunity when I saw him walk out of the auction with Judge Smith. The two men seemed deep in conversation, and hopefully he would be distracted long enough for me to get another fix.

Rachael's piercing green eyes were instantly pulling my gaze as if she had known what I was thinking, and I moved immediately not wanting to waste time and moved away from the crowd and down the narrow hallway toward the restrooms.

Slipping inside the ladies room I stood against the sink waiting patiently to feed my monster, knowing she would follow, she always did.

The sensation that crept through me at the idea of touching her, of having her made my pulse race, hard and fast as I stood waiting for my fix.

When the door did swing open it wasn't my brunette banker as I had expected, it was my brother's new wife advancing on me quickly, a look of pure anger on her face.

I turned around and stood my ground, instantly on the defense as she stopped just inches in front of me, her blue eyes dark and threatening as she tried to stare me down.

"If you think you can keep me from what's mine , you will be sadly mistaken!" she snarled, and

I couldn't help but smile, finding her threat comical as I stepped into her personal space, close , almost touching and making her step back .

"What's yours, really?" I growled angry at her choice of words, I stopped moving when I had her backed up against the opposite wall.

"You clearly misunderstand your role in this family sweetheart.... so I suggest before you go making idle threats you speak to your husband about exactly how this works, and who's in charge!" I hissed between gritted teeth.

The bathroom door opening caused me to step back from her quickly, the two of us glaring at one another, the tension between us thick and threatening.

"Jordan, are we all good here?" Rachael asked from behind Ashley, her look one of concern and her tone protective, never taking her eyes off me.

"Yes, we are all done here." I mumbled, stepping past Ashley and out the door followed closely by Rachael.

I was headed straight for Jason, but Rachael's hand on the back of my arm guided me past hallway to the main ballroom and into the library of the enormous mansion.

I was seething, and any promise I had made to my brother where his new wife was concerned had just been broken, and by midday of the next day I could know everything about Ashley Brooks Keller that I should have already known.

And clearly needed to know.

Rachael closed the door, the distinct click of the lock not lost on me and watched me intently as I paced, I was sure she wouldn't realize that even in the middle of being angry my little monster was acutely aware of her closeness .

"Jordan, what was all that about?" she asked, still concerned about what she had just witnessed.

I stepped toward her, not caring that there was no time for us to really feed our addictions to one another, not caring at all that someone might wonder where she was.

Rachael gasped as my lips touched hers, softly at first before melding into a deep, slow, stirring kiss as my anger completely subsided and my focus solely became about feeding my little monster,

Rachael moaned into my mouth as I gripped her hips and began backing her toward the antique civil war officers desk that sat in the middle of the room.

Pushing her back against it I broke the kiss and knelt in front of her, letting my hands glide smoothly up her thighs bunching the navy blue, strapless dress up and out of my way.

"Jordan there's no time!" she weakly objected, moaning again as I slipped the silky black panties to the side and sucked her clit between my lips before sliding my tongue roughly against it. She cried out, a moan of pure pleasure as she gripped the desk, her hands at either side of her hips, her nails scraping and digging into the aged wood.

Rachael's hips pumped almost uncontrollably against my mouth, her breathing became a hurried rhythmic pant as I devoured her.

With my hands on the back of her thighs I pushed her back further up onto the desk, and never lost contact with that pulsing bundle between my lips.

With my hands on both of her knees I spread her legs, holding them apart, opening her up for me as I sucked deeply again on her clit making her gasp and arch against the desk.

Rachael began to shake almost uncontrollably as my tongue swept back and forth over her throbbing clit, deep ragged breaths shook her body over and over as she came hard and fast gasping my name breathlessly over and over, her nails digging into my scalp as she tangled fistfuls of my hair, holding me exactly where she wanted me.

Rachael fell back on the desk, her legs trembling over my shoulders as she whimpered through her orgasm, trying desperately to be quiet despite the pleasure that was coursing through her body, and I held on taking every bit of her that I could, feeding my craving for her.

My brunette banker sat up , her breathing ragged as she came down from her orgasm, her lips on mine in an instant, tasting herself on me as we kissed, her body still shaking slightly as I pulled her against me.

Her hands began to move slowly up my stomach, and over my breasts, the kiss becoming deeper and more about need.

As much as I didn't want to, I pulled away from her stepping back and helping her off the desk smoothing her dress down modestly, and running my fingers through my hair trying to straighten it.

"We should go." I said, trying to be rational.

"Just like that, with no chance to repay such an intense experience?" she teased, reaching out for me.

"And as much as I do need that...this was dangerous enough." I said.

Rachael shook her head in disagreement and walked slowly toward the door, stopping before opening it she turned to look at me.

"The nights not over Jordan and I will repay the favor." she said with a sure grin before unlocking the door and stepping out into the hallway.

I could ride this rush for hours, this feeling of conquest and the anticipation of fulfillment that may happen later in the evening whether it is my redhead lover Caroline, or my sexy brunette banker Rachael that eventually would satisfy my cravings.

The winning bidders were all checking out their latest purchases, bragging and fawning over their newly acquired prize as I worked around the edge of the room looking for Becca.

"We need to talk!" my brother grumbled from behind me.

I turned around, recognizing that look on his handsome face, anger; that was aimed at me.

"You threatened my wife!" he hissed, under his breath trying not to draw attention to us.

Grabbing his arm I pulled him toward the entrance and out into the front driveway, away from eavesdropping strangers and prying eyes, he pulled away from me, glaring at me, wanting an answer.

"No threats ... I simply told her to talk to her husband, so you could explain the rules to her!" I said defending myself, my anger peaking at both the accusation and the idea that he would believe her.

"Why would she lie Jordan, she's my wife?" he asked, clearly upset.

"You're fucking kidding me right?" I asked, hurt that he would believe a practical stranger over his only sister, his flesh and blood.

"She's my wife, I love her and like it or not she will be involved in my restaurant!" he snapped.

"Don't push this Jason!" I warned, worried that the strain between us already was being manipulated to push us further apart.

"Don't threaten me Jordan I'm not some flunky courier or some fucking lowlife drug dealer, it won't work!" he snapped again before turning and walking back inside.

I stood there dumbfounded at what had just happened, confused at his behavior, and angry at our confrontation and worried where this would all lead.

I had two choices of how to deal with this , break my brothers heart and expose his wife for what I knew she was, a spiteful bitch who thought she was entitled to things simply because she hooked him on the rebound, or just not bother, let the evening slide and let the train wreck of their marriage unravel on its own?

I waited a few minutes, my buzz gone, my anger still brewing and my little monster had crept back into its depths, pouting that we weren't going to be playing anymore tonight.

I found Becca in a quiet corner with the young artist in the front sitting room, he was a very handsome prospect to mend her bruised emotions with.

After polite introductions between him and me, I pulled my best friend aside away from her soon to be conquest.

"Is it safe to assume, that the rest of your evening you will be passing the time with the painter?" I asked, anxious to get out of the place.

"He will be in love by morning, and then I'll gently crush his soul." she half joked, her smile brilliant and her blue eyes playful.

"That's my girl, well in that case I'm going home." I said with a soft kiss to her cheek.

Caroline was still hosting the auction holding court like usual and Rachael was closely flanked by her husband I noticed as I made my exit, it would be too much trouble to feed my monster in such a crowded setting and the family drama had left me in a foul mood so I decided to go home.

I slipped out virtually unnoticed and waited patiently for the valet to bring my car around, the conversation I'd just had with my brother fresh on my mind and my temper threatening to explode.

I tipped the young high school student fifty dollars and climbed into my car, speeding out of the driveway headed home, away from anymore drama.

The Foo Fighters kept me company as I drove, Dave Grohls sheer musical genius filling the speakers around me as I sped down highway eighty in my Porsche, through Whitemarsh Island headed to my beach house on Tybee Island.

My life was entirely too complicated to have to worry about Ashley's petulance, I didn't have the time or want to waste the energy on her or her delusions of entitlement.

My life was not something I needed a stranger stomping around in and I hoped Jason would be sensible and drop the entire silly notion.

The marsh was all but a blur in my headlights as I sped down the dark two lane road, it was just after eleven p.m. as I turned off highway eighty onto Millers Cove road and slammed the car down a gear, picking up speed as I got closer to home , closer to my sanctuary.

Once inside the comfort of my two story home I set the alarm system and checked all the digital cameras that kept diligent watch over my "compound on the beach" as Becca called it.

Sliding out of my clothes I slipped on my black bikini, turned on the sound system, and let the Bose speakers flood the entire house with the intro of Ted Nugent's ominous guitar riff of stranglehold, then out through the rear sliding doors I strolled, before diving gracefully into the pool .

The warm water soothed my tense muscles as I swam, churning through the illuminated pool until I reached the opposite end, a deep breath and a dive under sent me gliding through the water back again and into my second lap .

Lap after lap I swam, losing count stroke after stroke until I could feel that ache in my shoulders telling me I was probably done.

The earlier stress caused by my brother and his new wife was gone and I had decided to let the whole unreasonable incident blow over, I had made my decision and would not change my mind because I didn't see her as a credible threat and at a little after midnight I went back inside and climbed into the shower.

Feeling relaxed and refreshed from a hot shower, I was intent on calling it a night and crawling into my comfortable bed for some rest, but as I walked out drying my damp hair with a towel and shaking it out while singing along with Sheryl Crow, I was stopped in my tracks, the word ambush suddenly coming to mind.

My little monster growled, waking back up and ready to play.

Caroline was sitting comfortably with her legs crossed showing just the right amount of thigh, her shoes were off and a half empty whiskey glass in her hand as she sat in the oversize black leather chair in the corner of my bedroom. Rachael was reclined in the middle of my king size bed, on her back propped on her elbows, smiling devilishly at me, bare feet crossed at the ankles, and her long tan legs teasing me.

"I clearly need a new security system." I joked, smiling as I tossed the towel to the floor, standing there between them feeling like helpless prey between two predators.

"Don't be mad, we let ourselves in." Caroline said grinning at me.

I had given them both the security code at some point in our torrid affairs, trusting them both to come and go whenever they needed.

Now with both of them here in my bedroom, their eyes on my nearly naked body covered only by a pair black boy shorts, I felt my monster fully come out, ready for both of them because it had no regard for morality, decency or danger.

I could feel my skin humming with anticipation, the intense throbbing ache between my legs, and the wetness I felt at the idea of what could happen, or what was going to happen was nearly overwhelming, but I stood patiently waiting to feed my urges.