The Art of Love [Hedon Falls 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (10 page)

Melanie felt a little relieved. “So you still want to come over tonight?”

“If you want me, I’ll come wherever you want,” he said.

She felt a flush rising in her body. “I’ll see you at seven, then?” she said softly.

“I’ll be there.” He hung up.

That hadn’t gone nearly as badly as she thought it might have so she felt a bit better when she called Justin next. “Justin, I wanted you to know that you haven’t been the only man I’ve been dating. I’ve been seeing other guys, too, and I wanted to be honest with you about it.”

“
Ma chérie
,” he said. “I am glad you told me. But I’d still like to see you.”

“I’d like that,” she said.

“Well there is no problem then, is there? So when can I see you again?”

“What about tomorrow?”

“I will see you then,
ma chérie
,” he said, and hung up the phone.

Melanie felt better after talking to Garrett and Justin. Before she could make a decision about which man she wanted, she needed to get to know them better. If David couldn’t accept that, then she would have one less option.

Late in the day, Melanie was getting dressed and debating between a red shirt and a black one. She had on a short, black skirt that showed off her legs and didn’t make her look too hippy. She liked the red shirt because its colour was so dramatic. But the black one showed more cleavage. Garrett was taking her to dinner and then dancing at a night club. It wasn’t normally her thing, but she figured a change of pace would be nice. Garrett certainly seemed to be able to introduce her to new things. At last, she decided on the black top. The whole outfit made her feel sexy, and she liked it.

When the doorbell rang at seven, she answered it to find Garrett standing there in leather pants and a leather jacket, with a plain white T-shirt underneath. Her eyes travelled over his body, and she smiled. He pulled her against him and kissed her, a slow, sensual kiss that left her breathless.

“You look hot,” she said to him.

“So do you,” he replied. They kissed again, and his hand slid down to cup her ass. She moaned into his mouth. He pulled back and smiled at her, the look in his eyes making her insides squirm pleasantly. He took her hand and led her out to the car.

“Where are we going?” she asked him as they drove.

“There’s a great Irish pub in town called O’Connell’s. They have live music tonight, and I thought you might enjoy it.”

“That sounds great,” she said. “Do you have an Irish background?”

“My mother was Irish and my father was Scottish. They met in Wales, I was born in England, and we all moved to Canada when I was six.”

“You don’t have an accent, though,” Melanie said.

“I was young enough when we came here that I picked up the local accent. My older brother has a weird one though. He sounds Canadian but like he can’t exactly pronounce everything properly.”

“Does your family live near here?”

“They’re all in Toronto,” he told her. “I came here when I got a job at the brewery.”

“The brewery? You mean the Falling Waters right?” Melanie was surprised. “How long did you work there?”

They pulled into the parking lot at O’Connell’s and Garrett said, “I still work there. I’m actually the vice president of the company.”

“No way!” Melanie said. “I thought you were a full-time artist?”

He laughed as they entered the pub. He waved at the bartender and then led Melanie to a table near the stage. As they settled in, he said, “The art was something that came along later for me. I enjoyed it a lot, but my family wanted me to study business. About eight years ago, I started taking an art class on the side and found my passion with the oil paints. And the sensational subject matter, of course.” He winked at her.

“Wow,” Melanie said. There was certainly more to Garrett than she had thought. “I think it’s great that you’ve been able to develop your art so well while you’re working full-time.”

“I love to paint,” he replied. “It’s relaxing and it’s so different from my day job. I’ve sold paintings, mainly to members of the BDSM club I belong to in Toronto, but it’s just a hobby.”

“A club? They have BDSM clubs?” Melanie realized just how much she had to learn about this lifestyle.

“They have clubs,” he confirmed. “I don’t get to go as often as I’d like, especially because I don’t always have someone to go with. Maybe you’d like to explore it sometime?”

“I have to say, I’m curious. Maybe we could try it once?”

“We can do whatever you’re comfortable with,” he replied as he took her hand. “I don’t want to rush you. I think you’re great, and I want to get to know you better.”

Melanie leaned across the table and brushed her lips against his. Garrett was so willing to accommodate her that she couldn’t help feeling at ease with him. She was glad they had decided to continue seeing each other. And it was nice to be away from the bedroom where she could concentrate a little better.

The waitress arrived then to take their orders and the band began to play shortly after that. Melanie loved the atmosphere in the pub. Everyone seemed to be having a great time. They sang along with the songs, and they all seemed to know each other. She lost track of all the people Garrett introduced her to. He was friendly and easygoing, and seemed to know a lot of people. Although Melanie tended to be shy with new people, Garrett always made her feel included. After the musicians finished their second set, he suggested they move on. Melanie found she was actually eager to try the dance club he planned to take her to. It had been years since she had gone dancing.

The club, Empire, was loud and crowded. The music had a steady, driving beat, and Melanie pulled Garrett right out to the dance floor. She began to move to the beat, and he took her hand and moved with her. It was more fun than she’d had in a while. Every so often, Garrett would pull her close and they’d grind for a few minutes, which turned her on immensely. But then he’d move away again, leaving her wanting more.

After a while, Melanie leaned close to his ear and said, “I have to go to the little girl’s room.” He nodded and she made her way through the crowd. There was a line up in the bathroom, and she stood for quite a while, waiting her turn.

Finally, she was able to head back out into the main club. She was making her way to the dance floor and surveyed the crowd for Garrett. She didn’t see him. She turned to look around the rest of the club, and spotted him at the bar talking to someone whose back was toward her. She made her way over and when she got there, she was shocked to see who Garrett was conversing with.

It was Justin.

Melanie stopped in her tracks. Why was Justin talking to Garrett? Were they talking about her? She started warily toward them, not sure what to do. Justin saw her first. His eyes lit up, and a smile came to his lips. He walked over to meet her.

“
Ma chérie
, it’s lovely to see you here!” He pulled her close and kissed her.

Melanie leaned into him, her lips parting beneath his, her tongue stroking his as it entered her mouth. He grabbed her ass and pulled her more firmly against him, and she could feel his erection pressing into her stomach. Her pussy was positively quivering with desire. She felt hands on her arms and another body pressed against her back. She turned her head to see Garrett there and smiled guiltily. She was on a date with him, but she was kissing another man. He didn’t seem to be upset though.

“Justin tells me you two are acquainted,” he said into her ear before tracing the curve of it with his tongue. “Why don’t we all dance together?”

Melanie could only nod mutely as Justin began to move his hips in time to the music, still pressed firmly to her. He slid one hand to her waist and took her hand with his other one. Garrett put a hand on the other side of her waist and one on her shoulder and began to move as well. Pressed between them as she was, Melanie could do very little moving of her own. She just enjoyed the way they rubbed against her, liking the way it felt to have two gorgeous men hold her. She had an inkling now of what Serena saw in having two men. And that thought froze her in place for a moment.
Is the answer that simple?
She pulled Justin’s head down to hers and said, “I need some fresh air. Come with me?”

He nodded. Melanie took each man by the hand and led them out the door of the club and down the sidewalk a bit. The night had gotten quite chilly and she hadn’t brought a jacket. In the bar it didn’t matter because the mass of people raised the room temperature significantly, but out here, she found herself shivering.

“You’re shaking,” Garrett said. “Take my coat.”

“But then you’ll be cold,” Melanie said.

“Don’t worry about me,” he said with a smile. “I’m willing to suffer for you.”

She couldn’t help but smile back as he settled the leather over her shoulders. She inhaled deeply. The scent of the leather mixed with Garrett’s cologne was intoxicating. It was a good thing she hadn’t been drinking tonight or she probably would have thrown herself all over them in the club. She spotted a bench next to the sidewalk down the block. “Let’s go sit down for a minute,” she said. They went and sat, one man on either side of her. Garrett put his arm around her shoulders and Justin rested his hand on her thigh. They sat quietly for a few moments. She wasn’t sure how to proceed. It would be nice to have a pamphlet.
How To Proposition Two of Your Lovers for a Threesome.
The thought made her giggle.

“What’s so funny?” Garrett asked. His low voice did funny things to her stomach.

“I was just thinking about creating some instructional literature,” she replied.

“Oh?”

She looked up at him then turned to look at Justin. She decided to just spit it out. “I want to have a threesome with both of you.”

Justin laughed out loud, and the sound of it caused her pussy to clench with need. “You were right,
mon ami
,” he said to Garrett.

“She’s a smart girl,” Garrett replied.

“Okay, I feel like I’m missing something,” Melanie said in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“Justin came up to me after you went to the bathroom,” Garrett told her. “He said, ‘You must be the other man my Melanie is dating.’”

Melanie laughed at Garrett’s horrible attempt at a French accent.

“And Garrett said, ‘I guess I am.’ So I said that I liked the idea of watching him fuck you,” Justin said.

“You didn’t!” Melanie gasped.

Garrett laughed. “He did. So I suggested that when you came back, we should dance with you between us like we did, and you’d probably decide that it would be fun to have two guys at once. Which you did.”

Melanie wasn’t sure what to think. They had clearly manipulated her into this situation. She wanted it badly, but thought maybe they deserved a little payback for their scheming. She stood up abruptly and began walking quickly down the street away from the club. She heard their surprised grunts and the sound of their pursuing footsteps and smiled to herself.

“Melanie, wait!” called Garrett. She ignored him and continued walking. They caught up with her and Garrett grabbed her arm.

“Don’t touch me!” she said angrily. He dropped her arm immediately. “So you two think you can manipulate me into wanting both of you and expect me to just laugh and go along with your little plan? Forget it! I don’t want either of you!” She almost laughed at the looks of horror on their faces.

“
Ma chérie
,” Justin said. “We did not mean—”

“I don’t care!” she interrupted. “You were more concerned about your own kinky interests than you were about my feelings or you never would have agreed to something like this.”

“Melanie,” Garrett said. “It’s my fault. He just wanted to ask you if you’d let him watch us. I’m the one who suggested the plan and I’m sorry. Don’t punish Justin for my stupidity. If you want to stay with him, that’s fine. I’ll go.”

Melanie looked at him in surprise. He truly sounded remorseful. And she was shocked that he suggested she give him up for Justin. The older man had more emotional depth than she’d given him credit for. She looked from him to Justin. They both stood before her, shoulders slumped and eyes downcast. She couldn’t let them suffer any longer. She went to Garrett and put her arms around him. “Thank you for being honest,” she said. “That’s all I want.”

He looked down at her. “Really?”

She smiled. “Really. I was actually just having my own fun with the two of you. I wanted to see what you’d do.”

“So you still want us? Both of us?” Justin asked hopefully.

Melanie nodded and Garrett gave a low laugh that sent shivers through her. “I think I need to take you over my knee for that,” he said with a growl. “You’re a very bad girl. Now let’s get back to my apartment so I can punish you.”

Melanie’s pussy dripped with anticipation.

Garrett drove far too fast on the way back to his apartment. He was just so eager to get Melanie into his bedroom again and spank that gorgeous ass of hers. The little minx had been having fun with them and he planned to show her that there were consequences for teasing. He tried to remember that she wasn’t his usual type of woman. She wasn’t a trained submissive or she would have known not to pull a stunt like that. But his cock got hard at the thought of bending her over and punishing her. Having Justin there, too, would be a lot of fun. He didn’t know if the young man was into any of the kinky stuff, but the fact that he wanted to watch was encouraging. Garrett was looking forward to the rest of the night.