Checking It Twice (11 page)

“Conditioning it.”

She wasn’t entirely certain, but she swore she detected Kevin’s smothered chuckle as she gritted her teeth. “You’re deliberately being obtuse.”

“I’m not having phone sex with you, Jana.”

“Why? Worried you might get too excited?” she baited.

“No, I’m worried you’ll get the wrong idea. You deserve to be happy, with a guy who can give you everything, not just words through the phone to get you off.”

Fidgeting with the cap on the shampoo bottle, she scooched deeper into the tub until the water bobbed beneath her chin. “I think you’re more than capable of doing that.”
Unlike that stupid broad Heather.
Okay, maybe it was mean and unfair to pass judgment on a woman she’d never even met. But honestly, anyone who didn’t recognize how truly wonderful Kevin was had to be a freakin’ bozo.

“There are things you don’t understand about me. Things that keep me from giving you what you need.”

Uncertainty unfurled in her stomach. She wanted to reassure him, but if she revealed that she knew his secrets, would it scare him off even more? It was a risk she had to take. He needed to know that she accepted him.
All
of him. “It’s okay that you like to watch.”

Tension rooted her in place as she waited for Kevin to say something. To say
any
thing. When he did, there was no missing the wariness in his voice. “What exactly are you referring to?”

“I know about the voyeurism.”

Kevin uttered a terse swearword. “What else did Nick tell you?”

“Please don’t be mad at him. You know what a pain in the ass I can be about weaseling information from people.”

“What else did he tell you?” Kevin repeated tightly.

She swallowed, desperately trying to defeat her nervousness. “I know about the threesomes.”

“Is that all of it?”

Frowning, she stashed the bottle of shampoo back into the caddy. “Yes. What else is there?”

His exhalation was heavy and strangely relieved. “Nothing. I just wish he’d kept his damn mouth shut.”

“Why? None of that stuff bothers me.” She licked her lips, her pulse increasing. Did she dare tell him? It’d only be fair, since she knew some of his deepest, darkest secrets now. “In fact…I’ve wondered about it. What it would be like, being with two men.”

Kevin was quiet for a long moment. “You have?”

“Mm-hm. I’ve gotten myself off thinking about it. Even went so far as to use a vibrator in my pussy and ass at the same time to make it seem real.”

“Jesus Christ.”

Grinning, she extended her foot and ran her toes along the heated metal of the faucet. “Just being honest here.” Crooking her leg, she eyed the rippling stream of water snaking down her calf.
Yes,
a
lover’s caress. Or better yet, two.
In her mind’s eye, it was so easy to picture Nick’s fingertips trailing along her thighs, tormenting her, while Kevin’s grazed her nipples. Shivering, she used her free hand to pluck at the pebbled peak of her right breast. A soft moan floated between her lips.

“What are you doing?” Kevin’s voice was strained.

“Touching myself.”

“
Fuck
.” The expletive sounded muffled, like Kevin had pulled the phone away from his ear for a second. “I figured that. I thought we agreed no phone sex.”

“I didn’t agree to that.”

“Then I’m hanging up.”

Like hell he was. He needed more convincing to stay on the line? Then by God, she’d provide it. Bracing her foot against the slick wall of the tub, she canted her pelvis upward. The silky, rippling surface of the water lapped at her clit, exactly like a wet, teasing mouth. She gasped, her hips rocking with the motion. “Yes, lick me.
God
. His tongue feels so good.”

It took a moment to realize that the labored breaths she was hearing weren’t coming from her. “Kevin?”

“Jana, don’t—”

“Watch Nick eat my pussy. Please. I—I need to come…so bad.”

The groan that tore from Kevin was almost enough to trip her over the edge into orgasm. Although it nearly killed her to deny herself, she sank her hips beneath the water, letting the delicious sensations float further out of reach.

She’d taken a huge risk bringing Nick into the fantasy, but apparently it’d paid off. It made sense in a way. According to Nick, he’d been the one to break through Kevin’s resistance when it came to his inhibitions and intimacy issues. Maybe Kevin was so conditioned by his past with Nick, to needing that visual stimulus—even if it was mental—that even the suggestion of it was all he required. Looking to test her theory, she prepared the scene in her head, her desire to make it good for Kevin outweighing her own pleasure at the moment. “Are you watching his mouth on me?”

“Yes.” Sandpaper didn’t have anything on the consistency of Kevin’s voice.

She slid a hand between her legs. Even the tiniest flick of her fingertip along her clit was enough to make her shudder. She longed to stroke herself to a fast and furious climax, so much so that her toes curled in tormented anticipation. “Tell me what you see.”

When his words finally came, they were low and gravelly, to the point that she had to strain to hear them. “You. Your skin pink and flushed. Quivering. Nick’s head is bobbing between your legs.
Jesus
. Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are when you’re being eaten out?”

Oh my God.
When he decided to get into it, he held nothing back. A featherlight caress over her clit prompted her hips to arch and undulate. “I want you to touch me while he’s licking me.”

“Where?”

Goose bumps ghosted across her skin. “My breasts.”

“Do you want me to suck your nipples like I did that night?”

The remembrance of Kevin’s teeth and tongue working her into a frenzy elicited a shuddery moan from her. “Yes. Your mouth felt so good on me.”

“Then I’ll play with them while Nick’s tongue swirls on your clit. Okay?”

His statement shivered beneath her skin before resonating on a cellular level. She didn’t just
imagine
his mouth on her. She felt it to her very core. “I love the way you touch me.”

Another ragged exhalation gusted from Kevin. It was impossible to tell if it was due to arousal or resistance to her admission. “I want to watch you take Nick’s cock.”

She suspected his request was as motivated by a need to change the subject as a desire to amp up the fantasy they were building. Still, a wanton decadence coursed through her while she continued to rub her clit. “Mouth? Or my pussy?” She barely breathed the words.

“Pussy. I want you to be able to tell me how good he’s making you feel while he’s fucking you.”

Suddenly she’d gone from the seducer to the seduced. If Heather had honestly thought Kevin distanced himself from sex, she was a damn idiot. Jana eased two fingers inside her soaked channel, her hips jerking as she pressed against her G-spot. “
Oh God
.”

“Take him deeper, Jana. Let me see you come undone on that cock.”

A fierce tremor shook through her, tightening every muscle in her body and straining her nerve endings to the breaking point. A part of her wanted to drag it out, build up the pleasure. Even as she clung to that desperate thought, she knew she’d never hold out that long. She increased the friction on her G-spot, and her slick inner walls pulsed, intense ecstasy points tensed and ready to detonate. Though it was her own fingers she fucked, it was the memory of Kevin’s buried inside her that tore a whimper from her and made her inner muscles contract. She slicked her thumb over her clit, a warning pulse throbbing through the swollen bundle of nerves. The bath water rippled around her, its warm, liquid caress carrying her toward the approaching peak.

“K-Kevin, I’m…” She squeezed her eyes shut, her teeth chattering slightly as the wave of pleasure crested.

“Come, baby.”

It was the first time he’d ever called her by any endearment. Its effect was devastating. Body bowing, she cried out, the sobbing wail echoing in the small, humid space of the bathroom as the orgasm slammed into her with blinding impact. She shuddered, the spasms racking her so hard she dropped the phone. It hit her shoulder and bounced once before splashing into the water.

“
Shit
.” Frantically scrabbling sideways, she groped blindly for the phone, the damn thing evading her grasp like a slippery fish. Finally she managed to latch on to it. Gripping the side of the tub with one hand, she stared at the waterlogged phone. One glance at the dead display screen verified the unit was done for.

A groan competing with her smothered laugh, she slumped against the back of the tub, her shoulders shaking with mirth. Death by phone sex—at least the device went out with a bang.

Chapter Seven

“We’re running low on quinoa.”

Kevin paused in the process of stripping off his chef jacket and glanced at Martin, his assistant. “Check near the rice bins. Someone keeps re-shelving it there.”

A moment later, Martin’s affirmative reply filtered from the pantry. Kevin stowed his jacket on the hook outside the utility room and switched it out with his wool winter coat before exiting into the short hallway. Bypassing the banquet and dining rooms, he entered the bar and spotted Nick already occupying one of the stools, his standard Jack and Coke resting on a coaster in front of him.

The sight of his best friend brought back a parade of memories. Some bittersweet, others more painful. Amongst them—and loudest of all—was the new and completely addictive memory of Jana’s ecstatic cries during their phone-sex session, when fantasy Nick had been going down on her. The mental picture was so vividly real it sent a shock wave through Kevin, momentarily rooting him in place. In direct opposition to his frozen stance, intense heat blasted him as he replayed Jana’s words for the millionth time.
I want you to touch me while he’s licking me.

It’d taken every ounce of his control not to jump in his car and break all known traffic laws getting to her house so he could give her a dozen more orgasms in person. Instead, he’d resorted to taking a freezing cold shower. Not that it’d done any good. He’d ultimately ended up jacking off. Six fucking times. His poor cock was probably secretly terrified of his hand now.

The tormenting part was he couldn’t stop thinking about him, Jana and Nick together. Even as he set his feet in motion and strode toward Nick, the image of Jana gasping and coming between them ran like an X-rated clip in his mind.

Nick glanced his way and cocked an eyebrow as Kevin halted beside him. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“You had a weird look on your face just now.” Nick propped an elbow on the edge of the bar, his expression concerned. “Are you mad about yesterday?”

The last thing he wanted to do was rehash any of this while his nosy coworkers were within earshot. “Do you mind if we go somewhere else?” He gestured toward the nearly full Jack and Coke when Nick automatically rose from his seat. “You can finish that first.”

“I’ll get another at the next place.” Nick abandoned the stool and indicated for Kevin to proceed ahead of him. Once outside, he led the way to his rental car. “Any particular destination in mind?”

“There’s a new bar and grill about five blocks from here.” Kevin hesitated, his fingers on the door handle. “Want me to drive?”

“No. This is a nice change of pace.” Nick shrugged in response to Kevin’s frown. “I don’t get to do a lot of driving in Chicago.”

With that settled, he climbed into the passenger seat and waited for Nick to start up the engine. A few seconds later, they left the Dockside behind and joined the heavy traffic congesting Jefferson Avenue. Nick adjusted the volume on the radio before sliding him a sidelong glance. “Congrats on the five-star rating with
Metro Cuisine
, by the way. Not that I’m surprised. You always were a mad genius in the kitchen.”

So that was how Nick had tracked him down. “Thanks.” He cleared his throat. “Contrary to what you probably think, I wasn’t hiding from you all these years.”

“No, but you didn’t exactly call to let me know if you were alive or dead, did you?”

“How would I have been able to call you if I was dead?”

Nick’s lips twitched. “Yeah, that might have been tough.”

Kevin stared out the windshield. “You’re right, though. I’m not going to make excuses. I’m an asshole.”

“For five years, I talked myself out of looking for you because I was pissed and stubborn. Guess that makes me an asshole too.”

“We’re quite the fucking pair, eh?”

“We always have been.” Nick’s voice held an unmistakable note of melancholy. “I’ve missed you. Missed
this
.”

“What? Arguing and admitting we’re assholes?”

A grunt fell from Nick. “You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I do.” Leaning his head on the padded neck rest, he eyed the bright display of Christmas lights bedecking the exteriors of the buildings lining either side of the road. Rubbing his jaw, he shifted his focus to Nick. “I’ve missed you too.”

Obvious relief relaxed the tension furrowing Nick’s brow. “Let’s not let angry words get between us again, okay?”

He nodded. A companionable silence descended on them for the remainder of the short drive to the River Lodge Grill. After parking, they made their way into the rustically themed restaurant. The place was surprisingly quiet for a busy weeknight this close to the holiday. In little time at all, a waitress with a broad, friendly smile approached and led them to an available booth near the back.