“No,” I replied.
The world was barely from my lips when Caleb surged forward and kissed me.
The kiss was hard and firm and I kissed him back with everything I had.
I knew Jackson was watching us and couldn’t help but wonder if that’s what he got off on. Voyeurism. Jackson’s soulful gray eyes watching us sent another spike of lust through my body.
All my thoughts retreated when Caleb deepened the kiss. My knees threatened to buckle beneath me, and I was glad he still held onto me otherwise I’d surely be on the floor. I got lost in our kiss in a way I’d never experienced before. I’d always thought kissing was just kissing. A type of foreplay. But the way Caleb kissed me felt like sex, like an act unto itself.
After a minute, an hour, eternity, who knows, I felt another body press firmly against my back.
Jackson, my mind shouted. It was Jackson; his hands on my hips, his lips on my neck.
I broke the kiss with Caleb to turn my head to Jackson.
“We like to share,” he murmured, and then he kissed me too, maneuvering my body to face him as he did.
It made my head spin to kiss Jackson. I’d wanted him from the second I laid eyes on him and now we finally kissed.
Kissing Jackson was very different than kissing Caleb yet still incredible. Jackson had a tenderness about him that Caleb lacked while Caleb was more assertive.
I felt thoroughly debauched by the time Jackson broke our kiss. I probably looked it too. Jackson pulled away enough that I saw Caleb at the bar cart, pouring a drink.
“I think I’ll have that drink now,” I panted, my chest heaving. I could only imagine how wet my underwear were.
Both Jackson and Caleb laughed, though I could see shock register on Jackson’s face as he stared at his friend. Was it because Caleb was laughing? I didn’t know.
Jackson managed to recover. “What do you think, man?” he asked.
“She’s perfect,” Caleb replied. “She’s a perfect fit.”
“Yeah,” Jackson replied, “I think so too.”
Caleb grabbed a packet of papers from a file cabinet. “Contract?” he asked.
As a lawyer, I felt a sudden apprehension come over me. A contract? I wasn’t sure about signing anything. Even if it was standard procedure when visiting a BDSM, I didn’t want to sign anything without taking it home to read first.
Biting my lip, I decided to fib a little. “I only have a week left in my vacation,” I explained. “My friend is getting married the day before Halloween. We’re staying at the Golden Gate until then.”
While I normally wasn’t one for lying, I technically hadn’t told them anything that was untrue.
Jackson and Caleb appeared to have a silent conversation between them. “A contract might not be necessary for Erin,” Caleb mused aloud.
“I agree,” Jackson said. He turned his gaze back to me. “We can have fun together while you’re here if you want.”
Yeah, I definitely liked the sound of that.
I gave him a small smile. “I’d like that.”
The smile that spread across Jackson’s face was breathtaking. He really was impossibly good-looking. “Great! We can get started tomorrow night.”
“Cool,” I said. A thought entered my head.
When I came back tomorrow to learn about BDSM, would both men be there? Together at the same time?
“Will both of you be there?” I asked, feeling a bit sheepish.
Caleb lowered his voice back to that assertive told from earlier. “Do you want both of us there?”
I struggled to say the words aloud. Yes, I wanted them both there. Yes, I wanted to know what it felt like to have the attention of two handsome men at once. I wanted to submit to both of them.
I nodded. Clearing my throat, I asked, “Do you two share everything?”
Again, they looked at each other before Caleb shrugged. “That’s a story for another time, Erin.”
He walked back over to me and finally handed me my drink. It pleasantly burned my throat when I drank it.
Caleb set his drink down on the coffee table and pulled out his wallet. He briefly riffled through it before finding what he looked for. It was a card.
He handed it to me. “When you come back, show this to the bartender and they’ll let you in. Okay?”
“Yeah,” I said, desperately looking forward to tomorrow. “I’ll be there.”
Jackson
I hadn’t heard Caleb laugh for months. Thinking about it, I came up blank when I tried to remember the last time. However, after just ten minutes in Erin’s presence, he laughed. A real laugh rather than one of the tight, fake ones he let out whenever he was socially expected to laugh.
None of the other women he’d spent time with had managed to make him laugh no matter how funny and beautiful they were. I remember one woman from a few months ago who was a stand-up comedian and an absolute riot, but she’d barely managed to make Caleb smile.