Their Proposition (3 page)

Rendering her breathless, he released his grip, and continued eating the rest of his lunch. She smiled as a gush of cream flowed from her pussy. Pete meant business, and she knew it.

Friday seemed to whiz by. After leaving work, she strode into the house and headed for the bathroom, eager for a hot shower, and for the evening that lie ahead with her handsome suitors.

Earlier, Nick had called to confirm they’d be picking her up at seven o’clock sharp. She swore, if either one of them got on conference calls while in her presence, she’d bust their balls.

After her shower, she toweled herself dry and sauntered naked into her bedroom. She threaded her fingers through the braids and contemplated whether she’d pin them up or let them flow freely.

She turned to the side, admiring her thick thighs and generous derriere. Both men used to give her nonstop compliments on her curvaceous, muscular legs. She smiled as her hands slid down the front of them. Nick praised her on many an occasion, saying how her curves made him crazy. She jiggled her breasts, knowing their tongues would drop to the floor. They were almost as big as cassava melons. Yeah, she’d have some fun with them tonight, she thought with a smirk.

Immediately, a negative thought crossed her mind, and her

heart sank. The snakes in the grass wanted to pay her. Sure, a girl could use a lil’ extra cash. She’d bank some, and invest the rest, she decided. Maybe she’d save it all for her hair salon, but hell, that would take years for her to accomplish at the rate she was going.

Something bubbled over in her chest, causing her heart to ache.

Was this a game to them?

Pushing the emotion away, she stormed into her walk-in

closet, choosing the black sweater dress with a plunging neckline.

Feeling adventurous, she donned a pair of black fishnet thigh-highs and her black leather thigh-high boots.

Feeling like the ultimate vixen she glanced at the clock. It was almost seven. Time seemed to flit on past her when she primped.

They’d be here soon, with bells on. Wasting no time, she grabbed her medium-sized suitcase with an extra change of clothing, travel toothbrush, and other necessities. Originally she planned on returning home Saturday. However, knowing the power the men

held over her body, she’d probably stay the entire weekend. Yeah, she was that weak, and they were that good.

She paced the floor a few times while contemplating the

evening. Part of her was nervous as hell, but another part was excited, and couldn’t wait for their touch. Suddenly, her phone rang. She rushed out to the living room and retrieved it from the dining room table.

“Are you ready?” Pete asked impatiently.

“Why?” she shot back. She hated rushing—the ass knew that.

“Is there a problem? Sounds like you need an attitude

adjustment,” he said. “See, I had something for you. Don’t think you’ll be getting it, since you have problems controlling that ’tude of yours.”

“I’ll live,” she sneered into the phone. She wanted to throttle him. He knew damned well how much she loved getting gifts; now he’d make her wait until he’d get good and ready to give it to her.

“Are you ready?” he asked again, with urgency in his voice.

“Yeah, ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Good, because we just turned into your driveway. Get your

ass out here, now,” Pete demanded before hanging up.

What the fuck? Okay, she’d have to put his ass in check. Why he was acting like a dick was beyond her comprehension. Cussing out loud, she shoved her phone in the black leather purse, swinging it over her shoulder. As soon as she heard them pulling into her driveway, she scurried to the bedroom and scooped up her suitcase.

Still grumbling, she turned all lights off in the house, with the exception of the light above her stove.

As soon as she headed for the exit, the horn started honking, causing her to become utterly annoyed. She knew it had to be Pete.

He was slowly but surely working her last nerve. Slamming the door and locking it, she walked slowly to the black SUV.

Pete emerged and approached her, with a stern look on his

face. “I don’t like to be kept waiting,” he scowled.

“You told me seven o’clock, and it’s only six fifty by my

watch,” she shot back, before shoving her suitcase in his arms. With a flip of her braids, she hopped into Nick’s black SUV.

“How’s it going?” Nick asked with a wink.

“Going fine, but Pete’s an ass,” she blurted out as the blond man put her suitcase in the seat behind her and slid next to her, causing her heart to race. “I thought you were sitting up front?” she asked, suddenly finding it difficult to breathe. The cologne he wore was intoxicating, and aroused her senses.

“I’ll ride back here, just to keep an eye on you,” Pete

murmured.

She glanced up and saw Nick looking in the mirror at them.

He chuckled to himself before pulling out of the driveway. “Ladies and gentlemen, shall we all try to get along? Allow me to lay down some simple rules to follow while riding in my vehicle.” Nick cleared his throat. “There shall be no hair pulling, eye gauging, or brazen vocabulary. If you feel the urge to fight, let me know, and I’ll pull over so you can take it out on the side of the road. Please, refrain from bringing open containers of alcohol into my vehicle after leaving the restaurant.” He glanced in the mirror.

“What?” she asked. “Why are you looking at me?”

“Yeah girl, I remember the stunt you pulled at Schuyler’s

Steakhouse the last time we went out. On the flip side, I don’t mind ass slapping, titty grabbing, hair pulling, and cock riding. I have no problems with finding a secluded area to pull in and join you both.”

With that said, the Italian smiled.

Melanie folded her arms across her chest and sucked her

teeth. “I’m no child, Nick,” she mumbled and glanced over at Pete, who seemed to be amused, but he didn’t laugh. He just kept looking at her with those searing baby blues of his. She felt her nipples tighten and her pussy moisten. This was going to be a long night, she thought with a sigh.

*

They entered the restaurant and stood there for only a few

moments before Thomas, the host, greeted them and took their coats.

“Right this way, Mr. Ferguson,” Thomas said with a smile.

“Long time, no see.” He glanced back at Melanie. “Ah, Ms.

Carruthers, you’re a sight for sore eyes.”

“Yeah, she doesn’t get out much,” Pete grumbled. He smirked

when she shot him a venomous stare.

“Thank you, Thomas, it’s good to see you too,” she said with a smile. “I’ve been busy, and I do get out, often,” she said in a low but firm tone, rolling her eyes at the Viking. A flash of anger ignited in his blue depths, causing her lips to curl into a smile. She couldn’t help but revel in the satisfaction that she was finally getting under his skin. One for her team, zero for Ferguson.

As they sat at the table, he glared at her with hard eyes. She slid in the booth next to Nick, eliciting even more of a chilled glare from the big blond.

Nick tried his hand at breaking down the tension. “Haven’t

been to this place in a long time,” he said, looking around the restaurant.

“Yeah, been quite some time since I’ve entertained customers here,” Pete said with a flat smile. He fixated his eyes on her as he spoke.

Just then, their waiter approached, introducing himself. “I’m Jonas; I’ll be your waiter for the evening. May I start you off with a bottle of wine?”

“Whatever the lady wants,” Nick said with a smile.

“Yup, that sounds good,” she said with a nod. “But I would

also like a Bloody Mary, to go with my steak,” she said.

“We’re ready to order,” Pete said with persistence. He glanced over at Melanie furrowing his brows. “I don’t plan to spend the entire night here.”

“Yes, I’ll have the Surf ’n’ Turf, but with the Filet Mignon,” she insisted while trying to maintain her cool. Pete liked trying to make her buckle under pressure. She refused to give him the satisfaction.

“What will your sides be?” Jonas asked.

“Oh, asparagus and mashed potatoes,” Melanie said. She

couldn’t wait to dig into the tasty meal. This restaurant was one of her favorites.

“Mmmm. Sounds good, I’ll have the same,” Nick said.

“I’ll take a rib-eye, fries, and green beans,” Pete said, his eyes never leaving hers.

“What type of wine would you like?” Thomas asked.

“Give us the Menage à Trois, the red blend,” Pete murmured.

She pretended to ignore him. “Oooh, and a bowl of crab soup,”

she added, as her mouth began to water.

“Ah, sounds good, make that two, please,” Nick interjected.

“Sir, would you like a bowl as well?” Thomas asked.

“No, I’m good,” Pete insisted, as they all handed their menus to the waiter. “I’m really looking forward to dessert,” he said, as he continued eyeballing Melanie.

“Oh, I bet you are,” she said, cocking her head to the side

licking her lips. She grinned when Pete’s eyes narrowed. He stroked his chin winkingd at her.

“We’ve missed you, girl,” Nick said huskily. “This feels like old times again,” he added before giving her a playful nudge. “Did you miss us?”

“Oh, stop it.” She giggled. “I see you guys a few times a

month. Shoot, you act like you moved to California or something.”

“You know what I’m talking about,” Nick pushed. “Seeing you

at work, not being able to touch you…well, that doesn’t count. Now I can’t speak for my bud over there, but I for one missed the fun we used to have.”

Heat rose to her cheeks as well as between her thighs as the sexual tension heightened between the three of them. Tiny currents of desire skated on her skin as Nick stroked the back of her hand.

“Looking damned good in that black sweater dress,” he added.

“The black thigh-high boots look good as shit,” he breathed. He leaned in closer. “Promise you’ll wear nothing but these later tonight.”

Just then, Jonas arrived, setting their drinks in front of them.

He opened the bottle of wine and poured some for each. He smiled as he walked away, leaving her to believe he knew exactly what was going on. Thomas must have filled him in on them.

Her pussy clenched at Nick’s seductive words. She looked over at Pete who sat with his elbows on the table, hands clasped

together, resting his chin on them. She could tell both men were horny as hell for her. They were biding their time, she knew. Soon, she’d be the main course.

She cleared her throat when it became dry. “Thanks, Nick,” she replied breathlessly while squirming in her seat.

“Doesn’t she look good, man?” Nick asked Pete.

“Yeah, good enough to eat,” the blond said, wetting his lips, as he sat back into the booth. “That pussy good and wet, girl?” he asked with a sly smile. His eyes bored deep into her soul as she squeezed her thighs together.

“I’d say so,” Nick answered for her. “Just look at her. She can’t sit still, man.”

“Stop it,” Melanie mumbled before taking a healthy sip of her Bloody Mary.

“Why?” Nick asked.

“Better check her,” Pete suggested with a half grin.

Slowly, Nick’s hand drifted to her thigh, causing her to jump.

“Come on, baby,” he coaxed. “Mmm, bet you still taste as

sweet as you did months ago.” He lowered his voice. “Shit, you got me rock fucking hard!”

With a smile, she parted her leg, allowing Nick access. When his hand crept further toward the treasure he sought, she thought she’d die. She sucked in a breath as the dark-haired man’s hand rested at the crevice between her inner thigh and pussy.

“Mm mm mmm!” Nick sighed. “So fucking hot,” he breathed.

“Damn!” He paused momentarily as she shuddered at his

ministrations. Stroking the crease along her inner thigh was too much. She captured his hand squeezing with all her might.

Pete laughed when Nick pulled away suddenly, leaving her

wanting more. “Yes, this will be a night to remember,” he insisted.

“Maybe I will give you the gift I bought for you. Hope you like it.”

Just then his BlackBerry rang causing him to curse beneath his breath.

“Pete Ferguson,” he said quickly. “Yeah, um hmm, of course not.”

Melanie watched with impatience as the man seemed to stare

right through her. “I thought there would be no interruptions?” she said quickly. She gritted her teeth when Pete met his lips with his index finger. “Oh no, you did not just shush me!” she said, turning to Nick.

“One of his guys dropped the ball. He fucked up a major account,” Nick said in a hushed voice. “Don’t blame him. Anyway, while he’s busy, you and I can discuss—”

“You tell the customer I’ll touch base with the Regional Service Director, Larry Whelheim, and have one of the customer engineers install the part tonight!” Pete shook his head in frustration, and turned beet red. “Unacceptable! Umir Technologies is one of my major accounts! They had an outage, and I want it taken care of, now!”

“Damn, he’s jumping in someone’s shit,” Nick snickered. “Must be that lazy ass Ryan McClure.” He turned in her direction.

“Someone’s always dropping the ball, babe,” he said, brushing her braids away from her face.

“I know, but—”

“Be patient,” he persisted as he stroked her cheek. Pete ended the call and slammed the BlackBerry down on the table. “Easy, man.

No need raising your blood pressure. What is it now?”

“Umir had a major outage. We need one of Conklin’s customer

engineers to install a part, ASAP!” Pete exclaimed. “I can’t afford fuckups! My quarter is riding on this. If I don’t deliver, I’m fucked!”

He shook his head in frustration. “I’m going to have to meet with him Monday morning,” he said, picking up the BlackBerry again.

“No one can reach the guys that are supposed to be on call over the weekend.” He hung on the phone for a few moments and shook his head. “I can’t fucking believe this!”

Just at that moment, Jonas delivered their food. “Anything