Loving Two Doms (Club El Diablo) (23 page)

“Good night. We’re heading for cold showers.”

They heard her husky laughter until Stephon disconnected the call.

“Hell, we’re in trouble.” Stephon walked to the couch and stretched out. “I can’t believe she made it through a night at the club.”

Matt sat at the other end, putting Stephon’s feet on his lap. “Don’t get any ideas, but seriously you are a bed and couch hog.”

“It’s okay. Your hands wouldn’t do my feet justice right now.”

Matt stared at his friend for a few minutes. “Are you doing okay?”

“I think I’m better than okay. It’s been an interesting two days and now we just need to get back to Houston so my dick doesn’t fall off.”

“That would be a shame.”

“For both of us.” Stephon closed his eyes.

“You think quite highly of your junk.”

“I think quite highly of yours too.”

“I’m heading to bed. This conversation will get us both into trouble.” Matt left the room and took a quick shower. He looked at the empty bed and then made his way into the other bedroom. He couldn’t see Stephon’s eyes in the dark, but felt him watching. “Please tell me you showered,” Matt said into the quiet room.

“A damn cold one.”

Climbing in beside his friend, Matt settled in without touching him.

“What’s up?” Stephon leaned over and slid warm fingers through Matt’s hair.

Matt relaxed. “I want this to work.”

“We’ll make it work.” The fingers stilled, but remained connected.

Jewel had to accept and understand the men’s relationship, but if she didn’t, they would still be there for each other. “Okay, but scoot over a little so I can breathe.”

Instead, Stephon rolled over and partially trapped Matt’s body beneath his. “With her, I’m almost willing to go vanilla.”

“After the night I had with her, I don’t think she could go back.”

“Fuckwad.”

Matt closed his eyes and imagined the three of them fucking.

Stephon hogged the bed the entire night.

Chapter Twenty-six

Jewel

On Sunday night, Jewel knew she was returning to work the following day and called Starla. “Yes, I’m sure. My face is still a delightful wreck, but seriously I need to be working. If you don’t think I’ll scare the customers away, I’m coming in tomorrow.”

“Having a rich boyfriend should keep your mind off work for a little longer.”

Jewel decided to go for broke. “I have two rich boyfriends.”

Silence.

“Starla?”

“I’m digesting what you said. Give me a minute.”

“I might be in love.” Just saying the “L” word made her feel better. She hadn’t slept with Stephon, but it didn’t matter.

“Oh, Jewels. I’m not sure what to think. I saw the news and put two and two together.” Starla laughed with her gravely vocal cords. “Or maybe I should say one and one. They’re damn hot.”

Jewel sighed with relief. “You have no idea.”

“Come back to work tomorrow, but take advantage of a hotel car.”

“I can do that. The guys won’t be too happy with me, but my agreement was for the weekend.”

More laughter. “You know keeping two men happy won’t be easy.”

“Neither will two men keeping me happy.”

“That’s my girl. Don’t let them bulldoze you.”

She hung up and dialed Matt’s cell. Stephon answered and she could hear jumbled sounds in the background.

“Hi, love.”

“Is this a bad time?”

“Not really. We’re getting ready to fly out.”

She breathed in and said her piece in an outward rush, “I’m going back to work tomorrow, and I’ll take a car in the morning. I can’t take another day cooped up here.” She waited, but heard only background noise.

Matt’s voice came over the phone. “Stephon’s not happy. What’s up?”

“Then he should talk to me. I’m going into work tomorrow.”

Matt’s tone was firm, “I don’t think so.”

Hers was frustrated, “I told Stephon I would take a hotel car. I’ll be fine.”

“This isn’t a good time to argue about it.” His voice matched hers.

“I’m not arguing. The two of you are. I’m sorry. Maybe I should have waited until later to tell you, but I’m heading to bed early so I can wake up on time in the morning.”

“Are you willing to compromise?”

“It depends.” She waited, but he didn’t say anything. “Okay.” She couldn’t help her sullenness.

“Take a hotel car, have it pick you up and go back to the hotel after your shift.”

Her heart finally started beating again. “I can do that. Is Stephon still mad?”

“We’re both mad, but I’ll talk to him. I think reddening your ass will do him good. We’ll call you tomorrow night when you get off work.”

“Thank you.”

“You probably shouldn’t.”

“I miss you both and can’t wait for Tuesday night.” She purposely lowered her voice.

“Then take Wednesday off for us.”

“I’ll talk to Starla.”

“Do that. I need to run, our plane is taking off.” The phone clicked.

She needed to get a good night’s sleep, so she went into the bedroom and put on Stephon’s t-shirt. Housekeeping changed the sheets daily, so she couldn’t smell him on the bedding. Angela came into the room looking as miserable as Jewel felt. They both snuggled into separate pillows and tried to sleep.

***

A few customers asked about her bruises, but most knew the story. She’d been hot gossip around the café, and a few of the female patrons asked her about Matt and Stephon. Her face heated up with the questions, but she used the same technique she used on the men when flirting and never told anyone her personal business.

George was another story. “There’s something off about two men who want to share a woman,” he grumbled.

“With all the wild stories I’ve heard about your past, I’m surprised it hasn’t happened with you.” She grinned when his cheeks took on a reddish hue. “Do you have something to tell me, George?”

He grumbled, but answered, “Well it wasn’t the norm, that’s for sure.”

Jewel laughed and patted his back. “Was Starla the lucky woman?”

“More than once, hun,” the lucky woman said as she walked into the kitchen. “George got a little jealous, so it only happened twice. Fair was fair, so he got double teamed by me and a girlfriend too. For some reason that didn’t make him as jealous.”

“You’re both too worldly for me.” Jewel kissed George on the cheek and took out an order.

The rest of the day flew by, and at six the hotel’s car waited out front. She needed a few things from her apartment and got no objections from the driver. Thinking about the wealthy lifestyle Matt and Stephon enjoyed was daunting, but she could get used to having a car at her beck and call.

She quickly grabbed the items she needed and then returned to the hotel. There was no light blinking on the house phone and her heart sank. Only one more day and she would see them again. Angela walked in a few minutes later, and after Jewel changed into jeans and a shirt, they decided to go downstairs for dinner. The restaurant was crowded, but the maître d’ took them straight to a table.

“The perks of the rich and famous,” Angela said after a waiter took their drink orders. “I’m growing accustomed to it, but I’ll never be totally at ease.”

“I was thinking the same thing today in the hotel’s car. Tell me about touring with the band.”

The women talked and laughed for the next two hours. Over the weekend they’d grown to be fast friends. When Jewel told Angela on the second night that she could sleep in the other bedroom, Angela admitted it helped her as much as Jewel.

Through a yawn, Jewel finally said she needed sleep and they made their way back to the room. Jewel punched in the code and opened the door. Home early, three men stood waiting with obvious impatience.

Angela let out a small squeal, ran around Jewel, and launched herself at Krispin. He immediately caught her in his arms, taking her lips in a heated kiss. Jewel shyly looked between her two men. “Hi.”

Stephon moved in close. “I don’t think so, love.” His hands pulled her forward and his mouth came down.

Matt brushed the hair from her face and kissed her neck. His touch added to the instant inferno Stephon ignited and she felt… perfectly perfect.

Jewel was barely aware of the other couple leaving or the soft click of the door. She wasn’t sure whose hands traveled over her hips moving beneath the waistband of her pants, but she didn’t care because Stephon’s mouth continued its tortuous assault.

The neck of her shirt pulled down over her shoulder and kisses traveled across her collarbone and then around to her back. The heat from the men’s bodies enveloped hers, almost burning the nerve endings where every touch sizzled. All the while Stephon consumed her mouth with his tongue, lips, and teeth.

Matt’s hoarse voice barely registered. “This,” he reached for the hem of her shirt and began pulling it up, “is in my way.” His rough hands skimmed against her skin as the shirt traveled upward, igniting an incredible yearning for more.

Stephon growled softly when the shirt reached her neck and his lips separated from hers, but they were back as soon as the material cleared her head. Matt’s skilled hands unsnapped her bra and cool air washed over her breasts until Stephon brought her in close and his chest pressed against the sensitive swells. Matt’s hands came between her and Stephon’s bodies, taking her breasts in his palms and squeezing while placing small kissing bites along her neck and shoulder. The warm hands on her breasts lowered and it was all she could do not to groan into Stephon’s mouth. Then her jeans unsnapped and the zipper moved down inch by inch. Matt seized her hips and rocked her ass back into his erection. He groaned in her ear with the first forward thrust of his hips.

Stephon’s hands now surrounded her breasts with a hard sensual clench, minus Matt’s calluses. Feeling the difference in their hands only excited her more. She felt wetness pool in her panties and her pussy craved their touch. Now. Involuntarily, her hands reached behind, trying to pull Matt closer.

“No.” The low husky word whispered across her cheek. “Lock your fingers and put your hands on your head.”

She didn’t respond quickly enough, because Stephon stopped his soul-shattering kiss and reached up, tangling his fingers in the hair on the back of her neck. His hold tightened almost painfully, pulling her head back. “Do what he says, love.” It wasn’t a request, and not allowing her time, he jerked her arms up, took her hands, and placed them together on the back of her head.

To keep them there, she interlocked her fingers and let out a breath of air on a sigh because her sensitive nerve endings sizzled with each thrust of Matt’s erection against her backside.

Stephon didn’t return to her mouth, but kissed her forehead before moving down across the hairline to her earlobe where his teeth caught the soft flesh and he not so gently bit down.