“Oh god,” I whispered, my grip around Lola’s thigh tightening tenfold. Her tongue was driving me insane, curling around my girth as her mouth moved up and down fluently.
"Fuck," Lola groaned as I plunged my tongue inside her, her hips grinding against my face like she was trying to ride me. Oh, god. I closed my eyes. This was it. I was about to come, my cock throbbing as the tension built up inside me.
"Oh god . . ." I cried. "Oh, yeah . . ." My body jolted as I came hard, blowing my load in her mouth. Lola cried out as Harmony moaned, milking my finger, her thighs squeezing shut as the orgasm took over her.
"Holy shit," I said, lying back on the bed, exhausted. Harmony collapsed to my right, as Lola curled up between us. We lay there catching our breath, all three of us sweating like mad and more than satisfied. I closed my eyes and breathed in, still able to smell the unique fragrance of both girls. If more of my presents were like this I wouldn’t hate birthdays so much.
I turned to Harmony. "That was one hell of a gift," I chuckled, barely capable of stringing words together. She smiled at me, her fingers tracing circles on Lola's leg.
"Something we could both enjoy. I thought you might like it." She laughed, her blue eyes dancing.
"I have to take Lola home so she can get ready for work, but maybe I can come back for another round?" she asked coyly.
"Um, I kind of invited the guys around for poker," I said, wincing. Harmony didn't take the answer “no” very well.
"Okay, and you can't get out of it?" she asked, sitting up. I hesitated. Sure, I could get out of it. The point was I didn't want to. Fortunately, I was smart enough to know that you don't say that to any girl, especially Harmony, and especially after the sex we'd just had.
"I wish I could, but we need to go over some things for next week . . .” I let my voice trail off. Total bullshit, but believable enough to stop the questions. She sniffed, and nodded.
"Fine. Have fun. Maybe Lola and I will have our own party," she added coyly, raising her eyebrows at me.
"Thought Lola had to work," I replied, chuckling. Harmony glared at me, obviously not enjoying my amusement. She stood up and threw her dress back on. She shoved her underwear into her purse. Lola did the same. The thought of them walking around in public in those little dresses wearing nothing underneath, was making my cock hard again. I could just imagine the wind blowing gently on their wet pussies…
"See you later, Jack." She shoved the rest of her things into her bag and flounced out of the door with Lola lapping at her heels like a little puppy dog.
I groaned, as the front door slammed. Rolling over onto my stomach, I buried my face in my pillow. Sure, having a girlfriend had some advantages—like unexpected presents—but fuck me, that girl was hard work.
I raked my hand through my hair and tried to ignore the voice in my head telling me that my respect for women in general had downshifted, reversed, and had taken off in the opposite direction from where it had been headed three years earlier.
I wasn't that guy anymore. Just because I wanted to protect myself from getting hurt didn't mean I had slipped back into my old habits . . . Did it?
Chapter Three
Jack
"Yo Jack!"
I raced downstairs just as Ash began to pound on the front door, for the fifth time. Seriously, give me a fucking minute to answer! Even though Alex had bailed, I managed to round up everyone else. Our weekly game included a fifty-dollar buy in, and usually it was Ash who walked away with the money. His ability to lie his way out of any situation came in handy for poker. You could never tell whether he had a good hand or if he was just full of shit.
"You could have just called me when you got here, rather than knocking for fucking ten minutes straight," I grumbled, opening the door.
Ash laughed. "Where’s the fun in that?" he asked. Benj and Darcy followed him in. "Alex playing?" he asked. I shook my head. “Let’s make this a quick game then. I've got a date later." He rubbed his palms together and grinned.
I glanced at my watch, my lip twitching. It was already nine. "A date or a booty call?" I asked him wryly.
"Fine, a booty call. Whatever." He shrugged.
I shook my head. Ash reminded me so much of myself five years ago that it was crazy. I had to keep reminding myself that he was only twenty-three. In five years he'd probably be married with a kid and a dog.
"Who is it tonight, then?" Darcy asked, rolling her green eyes. She was stunning, with her dark hair cut into a short bob, and her porcelain white skin. Standing next to Benj, she was tiny. Hell, standing next to Benj, I was tiny. He towered over six feet tall and was close to that wide, as you'd expect from an ex-wrestler. With his broad shoulders and bulging muscles the mere sight of him would terrify you—especially with the tattoos and piercings that covered his body. Still, Benj was one of the gentlest men I'd ever met.
If you ever needed an example of not judging a book by its cover, Benj was it. He and Darcy had been together for two years. As strange as they looked together, those who knew them only saw two people who were completely devoted to each other, and so in love it was enough to make you sick.
I’d met all three of them through working at this bar. Both Ash and Benj had been there since I started, and Darcy started about a year later. Without these guys and Alex, I doubt I’d be anywhere near where I was today.
"Just a girl. Rachel or something." He grinned. We all groaned. God, no, anyone but her.
"Anyone but Rachel," Darcy said, echoing my thoughts. She rolled her eyes in disgust. Rachel was Ash's go-to girl when he wanted a quick fuck but couldn't be bothered with finding someone. They got together regularly. There was nothing exclusive about their relationship but, unfortunately, someone forgot to give Rachel that memo. Whenever Ash picked up someone who wasn't her, Rachel would fly into a jealous rage. The chick was seriously crazy. I'm talking hair-pulling, face-slapping kind of behavior. I'd witnessed this more than once, and every time she seemed to go one step further than the last. That chick was going to cut his balls off one day.