"I'm interested if you say it's okay for me to be interested." The hesitation in his voice causes my eyebrows to narrow.
"Jesus Christ, Kynan," I say with frustration, and even though I know this is probably a lie, I tell him emphatically, "She is nothing to me right now but a really great piece of ass. One I'm offering to share with you. If you don't want in, just say so."
Kynan never hesitates. "Oh, I want in. She's sexy as hell. I've wanted a taste of that since you had me hold her for you the other night."
I have to grit my teeth and clench my hands into fists not to leap across the desk and pop him in the face. This emotion, which I peg as jealousy, surprises me because I've not ever quite felt it before. I mean, sure... when I found out Michelle was screwing Jayce, I went apeshit with anger, but I didn't have this ugly, dark sensation inside of me I'm feeling right now over Kynan's clear interest in Trista.
Regardless, I push it down. I don't acknowledge it because to do so might make it real. Instead, I say, "Tomorrow night then. The Silo. Around ten?"
"I'll be here," he says, but he doesn't move to get up. His expression turns serious, his eyes hardening slightly. "Are you still going through with your plan to use Trista to get back at Jayce?"
My stomach tightens, but I don't hesitate. "Of course I am. Like we discussed before, she'll probably never know. And just so you know, I'll be using video of us tomorrow night as part of my 'care package' I'm going to send to Jayce when this is all over."
Kynan grimaces, not because he objects in general to being videotaped as we've done that together before too, but also because he thinks I'm a fool for using Trista like this. He's probably right, and yet I refuse to be deterred. I can't let go of probably the only opportunity I'll ever have to cause Jayce some pain. Nothing like what he caused me, but still--
"Jerico," Kynan says in a faint voice laced with censure. "It's not the way--"
"Don't tell me about how I should or should not choose to exact revenge on that bastard," I snarl at him as I come up from my desk and slam my fists down on it. "You know this goes beyond just the anger and humiliation of betrayal. It goes far beyond that."
"But using Trista--"
"He fucking killed my kid," I roar at him, and Kynan's eyes soften with shared pain. He'd been by my side for weeks when I'd been a walking zombie. I'd been so mired in despair.
It might be a bit dramatic to say Jayce killed my child, but when it's boiled down, it's what he did. He fucked my fiancee behind my back. She fell for that fuckwad although for the life of me, I can't imagine why. She'd been carrying our child at the time. Had been just six and a half weeks pregnant when I caught them together.
Being the hot tempered and mean son of a bitch I am, I kicked Jayce's ass good and moved out of the house I shared with Michelle. She tried desperately to try to work things out with me, but I don't take betrayal well. I cut her off emotionally--the only tie I wanted with her was my child. I can still remember vividly when I realized that tie had been broken.
Destroyed, actually.
After a few weeks had gone by, I called her to see if we could work out something where I could still be involved with her prenatal appointments. From the moment she opened her mouth to speak to me, I knew the baby was gone.
"Jerico," she'd said in a voice that was laden with so much fake sorrow that bile rose in my throat. "I was going to call you, but I wasn't sure how to tell you... I lost the baby a few days ago."
She even sniffled, but I could tell it was contrived.
I could have asked questions. Tried to narrow down exactly what her lie was, but I had better resources than trying to figure out the line between deceit and honesty when it came to Michelle.
I put one of my best hackers on it, and within just six hours, he'd been able to pilfer her medical records from a local OB/GYN's office in Vegas. One that was known for performing abortions, and I've never felt such devastating pain as I did at that moment when I read through the documents showing Michelle terminated my child. The icing on the cake was that the transaction was paid for by Jayce.
It was the one and only time in my life I've ever put a hand on a woman in anger with the intent to harm. I drove straight to her house. When she opened the door, my hand was on her throat, backing her up into her foyer, where I slammed her up against the wall. I could tell by the fear in her eyes that she knew that I knew.
"You fucking killed our baby," I roared at her, my fingers squeezing her slender throat. For a moment, I envisioned myself strangling her, but then self-preservation triumphed over my personal pain and I released her. She slumped down to the floor, coughing and gasping.
She looked up at me with tears in her eyes, and I asked her just one question, "Why?"
"Because Jayce doesn't want children," she whispered, and it took everything within me not to kick her in the face while she was down. "He insisted."
Instead, I turned toward the door but before I left, I turned to her and told her with deadly menace, "If I see either one of you again... if either of you cross my path... I will kill you. That's the only warning you get."
I stormed out of her house. I didn't know if she believed my last warning. They were empty words, of course, because as I said... I wasn't about to go down for murder. Instead, I'd just have to deal with the pain and move on.
Kynan was there for me. My closest friend. He helped pick up the pieces after I went for weeks on a drunken bender. He'd bailed me out of jail once and prevented me from getting in several bar fights. He watched as I fucked women without emotion, sometimes picking one up in a bar and just doing her up against a wall outside without even seeing if she was wet or not. He helped me through it and when I was ready to move on, he was by my side at The Jameson Group. He's been there the entire time, as well as spent some quality time here at The Wicked Horse, and there's no one's advice I trust more.
Except when it comes to this issue with Trista. I've not seen Jayce since the day I caught him with Michelle, but having an opportunity to cause him pain--even if it's nowhere near the same type--is just too much for me to pass up.
Kynan stands up from the chair and shoves his hands in his pocket. "I'm sorry, man. Sorry this is still eating at you."
"Then you understand why I'm doing it," I mutter.
"Yeah," he says. The tone of his voice implies he's not going to broach it with me again. He may be against this idea, but Kynan will always have my back. "Don't like it, but I understand it."
We're silent for a moment, but then I pin him with a guilt-laden look. "I don't like it either, buddy. But I have to do it."
"Then I'll see you tomorrow evening," he says as he heads for the door. When he reaches it, he turns back. "Any hard limits?"
"No anal," I say distractedly. Trista's not ready for that. "Frankly... it's whatever she wants."
"You mean make all her dreams come true?" Kynan asks with a grin, and I feel the burden weighing me down lift a little. Trista's going to come so many times tomorrow that she's not going to know what hit her. I maybe have a very deceitful intent about what I'm doing to her, but I also intend to give her pleasure like she's never known.
CHAPTER 16
Trista
"Mr. Jameson asked me to send you to his office," Belinda says to me as I stand behind the hostess stand. She's one of the cleaners and why she's delivering this message is beyond me.
But then again... Jerico has me off-kilter tonight. When I arrived, there was a note on my locker that I was going to attend to the hostess stand in The Social Room, along with a black dress on a hanger he wanted me to wear. No other explanation and I haven't seen him all night.
The dress was simple but sexy, form fitting, and came to just above my knees with a plunging neckline. It was the same type of dress the other hostesses wore, so I didn't feel out of place or anything.
But I'm not sure why Jerico wants me here. He seems to have settled me into the role of a condiment tray girl because he told me he enjoyed watching me walk ar
ound half naked.
I smile at Belinda and turn to Marcy, the other hostess on duty with me, and say, "I'll be back in a minute. Mr. Jameson asked me to go to his office."
Marcy rolls her eyes at me. "Of course you'll be back in a minute."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask, my hackles raising up.
"Doesn't mean anything," she says with a shrug. "But really... you should call him Jerico, not Mr. Jameson. You know, seeing as how close you two are."
This is said with such cattiness that I get more angry than embarrassed that I'm being called on the carpet for my relationship with Jerico.
"Is that jealousy I hear in your voice?" I ask sweetly.
Marcy narrows her eyes at me. "Of course not. But don't get too comfortable in his arms. He's not a one-woman kind of man."
"And why should you care to even warn me about that?" This, I'm genuinely curious about. If Jerico doesn't do repeats, then he's never going to give Marcy a taste again, assuming he's had her. And why wouldn't he? She's beautiful just like everyone else here.
Or because he's been with me more than once, now the other women have hope he's broadening his horizons and will be back to them at some point.
God, I hope not. Our agreement is for sex-only, but I really don't want to see him with one of the staff. As well as I've done trying to shield myself, I still know it's going to hurt.
"Look, Trista," Marcy says, her voice actually soft. "Woman to woman... don't get caught up in what he does to you. He does it to everyone he's with. He loves it so much he's going to do it with a lot more women before he dies. That's just the type of man he is."
I can't tell whether she's being sarcastic or genuinely polite, so I just nod and walk away. I don't want to get into a further discussion with her about Jerico's sexual habits.
When I reach his office, I knock on the door and wait for him to invite me in. When he does, I give a quick swipe of my hands on my dress--nervous habit because of periodic sweaty palms--and open the door.
As soon as I see Kynan sitting on one of the guest chairs and Jerico's wicked smile, my palms go wet again.
My voice practically croaks. "You wanted to see me?"
Jerico stands up from behind his desk, rounds it, and comes up to me. His gaze rakes down me briefly before he takes my hand and leads me to the other chair beside Kynan. I sit down and clamp my legs together nervously, tugging at the hem of my dress. Kynan just gives me a genial smile, but my head snaps back to Jerico when he says, "We both want to see you."
He's leaning against his desk, his ass perched on the edge with his hands casually tucked into his pockets. The look in his eyes is almost predatory, and I can feel lustful vibes coming off him. I turn to look at Kynan again, but gone is his friendly look. His eyes are dark with desire as well.
I look back to Jerico and try to square my shoulders. "This is it, huh?"
"This is it," Jerico says with a smile. "If you still want it. I know we talked about it the other night, but there's no pressure. You say 'no', we go about our business for the night."
I wonder what that means? Does it mean Jerico and Kynan will find another woman to share? Or not that I really care about what Kynan does, but will Jerico?
"Will we be here?" I ask tentatively, thinking the desk looks solid. "Or your apartment?"
Jerico shakes his head, his eyes glinting with dark mischief. "The Silo, Trista. I told you I want people to watch you get pleasured by two men."
"Oh, God," I mutter as my gaze drops to the floor, and then pops back up to Jerico. "Oh, God. I don't know. I mean... I want to. God, I want to. But I'm scared, and nervous and embarrassed, and I wouldn't even know what to do, and really... do we have to do it in The Silo for my first time? Can't we just do this in privacy?"
Jerico just shakes his head, cutting off my rant. "Push past those boundaries, Trista. Dare yourself. Trust me... it will be so much better."
I swallow hard and just stare at the gorgeous man who is telling me to take a walk on the wild side and get naked with him and Kynan in front of not only just strangers who come to the club, but hell... my coworkers now. I know it's probably not a big deal as most of them practically live here when they're not working but still... this is a big deal to me.
"That's easy for you to say," I murmur. "You've done everything you can think of. I'm sure Kynan has too."
"We're adventurous," Kynan says with a grin. "And come on... it's sex. It feels great. You really can't lose if you know what I mean."
"There's nothing to fear," Jerico reassures me, and something strikes me from our conversation that night when we were talking about fantasies. I asked him if he'd ever been with a man. This was after he told me how two women together was like every man's spank bank go-to.
Jerico had chuckled as his finger ran down my arm. We were on our sides, lying in the bed and facing each other. "Every person has their limits, Trista. I guess mine is that I don't do guys."
Made sense to me, so we'd moved on to a weird conversation about BDSM. I'm not into it and thankfully neither is Jerico, but he knew a lot about it since so many patrons practice it.
I narrow my eyes at Jerico. "You want me to push past my boundaries, huh?"
"That's right," he says smoothly. "Piece of cake."
My lips curl up and they do so in such a way that Jerico's smile slides off his face.
"Okay, then," I say as I relax in my chair and cross one leg over the other. "You told me this is my fantasy, right?"
Jerico nods and Kynan leans forward in his chair, sensing from the vibe in the air that this is going to get interesting.
"Then I want you to push your boundaries too," I say smugly.
"What did you have in mind?" he asks tightly.
I jerk my head toward Kynan but never take my eyes from Jerico's, which are looking slightly unnerved right now. "I'd like you and Kynan to fool around with each other to start. Get me a little worked up that way."
"Fucking Christ," Jerico mutters. He looks to Kynan with a very clear and simple plea for him to say "no" to this idea.
Kynan shrugs and grins. "I'm in. I'll try anything once."
"Bastard," Jerico mutters again, and then points out to Kynan, "This wouldn't be a first for you."
"It would with you," he says back with almost a cackle of a laugh, and I'm in awe as Jerico goes red in the face.
Very interesting. Kynan swings both ways apparently, and Jerico seems as nervous about Kynan touching him as I am about being with the two of them in The Silo.
I think I might be able to get my way after all, so I stand up from my chair and walk up to Jerico. Placing my hand on the knot of his tie, I give it a playful tug. "I'll let you off the hook and won't require any hanky-panky with you and Kynan if we can do this in the privacy of your apartment."
Kynan chuckles behind me, but my eyes are pinned on Jerico's. His jaw hardens as he considers my offer, and then my stomach clenches when his lips curl upward. "Tonight's about pushing boundaries. Guess I'll push one of my own too. Let's get your pretty ass over to The Silo so we can get started."
My knees start shaking and my heart hammers within my chest. My panties go wet. I realize not only is this going to happen, but it's going to happen publicly and it's also going to involve some Kynan-on-Jerico action.
Jerico takes me by the elbow to escort me to The Silo with Kynan following right behind.
The minute I step across the threshold of The Silo, I figure the only way I'm going to get through this is to shed Trista Barnes completely and step through as a new person without any inhibitions. I vow I won't look at another person in the room because ignorance is bliss. If I can't see them, then I can pretend they aren't interested in me.
So I become just an anonymous girl looking for a wild ride with two gorgeous men. I prefer to think of us as strangers. After tonight, things will go on as usual. I won't be ridden with any guilt or embarrassment, and I might even come away with a little pride in myself for being so daring.
Jerico leads me to a door that goes to a hallway that wraps around the perimeter behind the glassed rooms. The wall that separates the rooms from the hall are solid, so this is the only place where there's a measure of privacy. When we reach a door I assume is our destination, Jerico stops and turns to me. "You okay?"
I nod and hope it's enough because my throat seems constricted.
But I can't help the long, wet moan that comes out when Jerico grabs Kynan by the wrist and pushes his hand between my legs. They spread involuntarily as Jerico orders him, "Check to see if she's wet."
Kynan's fingers only rub over the crotch of my panties in a gentle move, but a rumbling sound of appreciation from him proves I'm wet. My cheeks flame hot, but I manage to whisper, "What can I say... the prospect of watching you two together really turns me on."
Jerico grunts in acknowledgment, but I can tell he's not liking that part. I can't wait to see what happens.
We enter the room, and I refuse to look at the glass wall that faces the interior of The Silo. I pretend no one is out there and it seems to work. My nerves are in check and I look around the room, noticing it's the one with the raised bed with silver satin sheets tonight.
When the door closes, Kynan says, "This is your fantasy, Trista. Tell us what to do."
My gaze goes to Jerico. Even though he's on edge over what I might have him and Kynan do, he's also radiating pure lust as he looks at me. I turn to look at Kynan and appreciate his magnificence as well. He's about an inch or two shorter than Jerico, and he's the light to Jerico's dark. His hair is sandy blond, cut short, and he sports a goatee that's just a shade darker. His eyes are deep brown, but warm and always seem to be filled with easygoing humor, whereas Jerico always looks so intense and ready to do battle with the world.
I give a slight cough to clear my throat. "I want you two to undress first, and if you wanted to... you know... sort of help each other, that wouldn't be an undesirable thing."
Jerico curses under his breath and his hands bunch into fists, but he looks resolved. Kynan looks amused.
Me?
I'm quivering over this, deciding to get a front-row seat to watch. I'll never again have this type of power over two men at the same time. Hell, I'm not even sure I want this power again, but while I have it, I'm going to enjoy it. I crawl up onto the bed and perch myself with my back resting against the headboard. My legs stretch out, cross over each other, and I settle in to watch.