Famous Page 7
The next door on the left was my home gym. There was a pocket door, and when I slid it open, Dane’s stare hadn’t left the many pieces of equipment. “Hell, I’m canceling my gym membership and starting here next week.”
“I’ll work out with you any day of the week, handsome.” We both laughed at my cheesy innuendo. After following me a little farther down the hallway, we came to two more doors. One on the same side of my gym and my studio. I pointed at the door to the left. “This is my guest room for when I have people I … want near me. I have another guest wing on the other side of the main living space.”
“Shit, how big is your apartment?” Cami asked.
I shrugged. I knew the square footage was eight thousand feet, but again, I didn’t want to make them uncomfortable. Walking straight ahead, I approached the large double doors. “This is my room.” I positioned myself in front of them with no intention of opening it. Well, I wasn’t going to open them unless they really wanted me to. And hell, I wanted them so much.
“So …” Cami stood in front of me with her hands on his chest, Dane standing patiently to her side. “Are you going to let us in, or are we going to simply stand here all night?”
It was my turn to play. “I thought you didn’t want a hook-up every time we were together?”
With Dane fisting my poor shirt in his hands, he pulled me close to his body, his lips parted, ready for what I thought was his rebuttal. He was so close to me, when his words were what I had needed them to be. “I said I didn’t want senseless fucking.” I opened the door behind us, and just like last week, we all fell into the room together.
14
Dane
“Ah, there, no, over a little more,” Cami cried out as I turned the television a little, then jumped back on the bed. “I love this movie so much!” I’d known the second Miles suggested Mystic River, it would be Cami’s choice.
“Get your ass up here so we can get this started,” she demanded as Miles continued to adjust the picture color a little more.
“Is she always this fucking bossy?” He leaned in and kissed her on her cheek, crawling into bed with us. “I mean, hell, Curly Sue, you might be more bossy than I am.”
She twisted her head toward me, and we both broke out in hysterics.
He almost catapulted over Cami, and the big motherfucker had me pinned with his face right above mine. “Well, I wanted a movie with some action, but this will do, too,” Cami crooned in the background.
“Nope, I’m looking for a reason to cuddle with the both of you.” He moved back to his spot, then pulled Cami to him and put his hand on my shoulder.
“Where’s your popcorn? Let me run downstairs. No movie is complete without it,” Cami claimed.
He never answered her, only slid to the side of the bed and hit something on his phone. When Cami was about to slide out of bed, he wrapped his arms around her. “No need, Curly Sue.” He placed her light body back on the bed. “I got it covered.”
I had no doubt Miles had someone at his beck and call every minute of the day. “Give it ten minutes, and I’ll have candy, popcorn, and soda for us.”
Before I could ask the obvious, Cami interrupted because my wife loved anything sugary. “What kind of candy?” she asked.
“Is there anything better than Mike and Ike?” His pitch accompanied his “duh, that was a stupid question” sort of tone.
“Well …” Cami turned to her stomach, her head resting in her hands. “Junior Mints are the best, but Mike and Ike is a close second, so I approve.” A little smile came to play on his face when he moved to his phone, typing something else in it. Cami must not have noticed when she turned to me with a brilliant smirk plastered on her face.
The happiness my wife could exude was the biggest turn-on ever. Well, that and her holding our daughters. She turned to her back as we sandwiched her on either side. The movie had started, but it wasn’t the screen I was watching. Miles’s hand had snaked down her thigh, hiking up her skirt. His head rose to me, and I understood what he was seeking—my permission. I nodded at him when a gentle little whimper seeped from her mouth. “I just want to give you something to enjoy as you watch your movie. Plus, since your husband is quite the voyeur, this is for him, too.”
His hands weren’t on her long before he crawled between her legs and ripped her panties from her ass. The decadence of her expression caused my cock to strain. But I was not going to watch, not tonight. He was on his knees, and this position would give me great access to him. Working my way underneath him like a mechanic checking under the engine of a car, I grabbed his erection, licking the pre-cum off his glistening cock.
“Hell, fuck alive, Sexy Lawyer Man, I won’t complain.” His compliments were music to my ears while the groans of my wife were above me. At times, I was front row to this hot man eating out my wife. But it was more; it was affection and gratification which had come with his care with both of us.
My hands found his ass, and I slapped it so loud, and his chuckle was low and velvety. “Lawyer Man, I love pain.” Yeah, why did this not surprise me.
His long and thick cock fit perfectly in my mouth. “Shit, don’t stop, Dane.” It was his command and his order which caused me to deep throat him as far as I could. I had to get his taste seared in my mind, and fuck, if there was a way to leave my own sort of branding on this man, claiming him as mine, mine and Cami’s, I would have done it then.
His body began to quake when he exploded in my mouth, and Cami’s orgasm could be heard within the apartment.
Pushing away from Cami, above me, he was in front of the bed, and with a little yank of my hand from his arm, he pulled me skin to skin with him. “Hell, Lawyer Man and Curly Sue, that was a great preview to our movie.”
His phone sounded like a train when a smirk formed on his face. “Oh, it looks like we have more treats.” Opening the door, buck naked, he turned back around with all our goodies in his hands. Shit, he was owning my heart with each second we were near him.
15
Cami
I must have been asleep for a couple of hours, shortly after eating my Junior Mints and watching only the first twenty minutes of the movie.
A chuckle brought me out of my sleep coma. The sounds of dishes clanking around the room triggered my eyes to open fully. The men must have been busy. There was coffee, grapes, strawberries, and blueberries on a little table about ten feet from Miles’s bed. Both men were huddled around two chairs, talking softly. It was funny to watch them laughing at one another, not teasing with silly name-calling.
“Well, she wakes.” Miles was the first one to notice I was stirring. I attempted to cover up, a little embarrassed at my nakedness.
“After what we have shared, Curly Sue, you’re going to become shy with me?” He stood immediately, opening a door to what I assumed to be his closet or bathroom, and returned with a heavy gray robe, matching what both men were wearing.
“Hey, let’s get you warmed up and a snack.” He pulled me up, turning me around and placing the robe around my body. Twisting me toward him, he enveloped me into a sweet embrace. I could feel my eyebrows narrowing to a V, staring at him.
“What?” he asked.
One look around him at Dane, and my husband shrugged. He was face-to-face with us, and we both had matching smirks. “What?” Miles asked again.
“I sort of miss the arrogant asshole we first met in the airport a couple of weeks ago,” Dane explained.
It was Miles’s turn to shrug. “I made a commitment to get to know you, and I don’t go back on my promises. And I won’t fucking run again, I promise. And I figured I’d place my asshole-ness aside so you wouldn’t tire of ‘that’ guy.”
Walking over to Dane, I picked up his coffee and took a sip, then settled on his lap. “Interesting,” I jested.
“Why?” Miles asked.
“It’s refreshing to see the real Miles Sterling. I would venture to guess you had to put up barriers in order to avoid more hurt?”
He slid into his chair, displaying a wide grin on his face. “Wait, didn’t you say you were a lawyer, not a shrink?”
Dane’s little giggle made me smile. I loved that about him. “Oh, you’ll find, Camille Gregory is a jack-of-all-trades.”
I stood in order to grab another chair, but I curtsied at Dane’s description of me. My husband poured me a cup of coffee, doctoring it with just the right amount of sugar and cream.
“So,” Miles began, “what is the plan? With more of these dates?”
Answering immediately, Dane replied, “We won’t be doing this every time.” He pointed at the bed, speaking of the oral sex-capade we’d all taken part in earlier. When Dane made his mind up on something, he could not be swayed from it.
Nodding, Miles said, “I’m okay with that. But just know, I’m still an arrogant ass. Don’t let this sentimental side of me fool you.”
Dane stood, leaning over the table to give Miles a kiss on the lips, then turned toward his wallet and cell phone. “Believe me, Mr. Famous, I’m counting on it!”
I stifled a laugh because, after all, Dane was turned on by this arrogant asshole. I was waiting for him to return to his chair when I became comfortable in it. After all, it wasn’t even midnight. Sandra was planning for us to be home late if we came home at all.
Since I took over Dane’s seat, Miles served up some food for me and placed it in front of where I was. “So what’s next? Now that you’re rested …”
His wor
ds brought a suggestion of what we were all thinking. But because we’d not wanted this to be about sex alone, I had a suggestion of my own. “Dane, honey, will you hand me my purse?”
Miles wriggled his eyebrows at me, and in his little smirk, I’d wager to say he thought we were on the same page, but I’d laughed, knowing we weren’t. Grabbing a pack of cards I always carried around with me, I watched as his smile faltered. “Are you suggesting we play cards?” His voice screeched an octave higher, trying to hide his disappointment.
Dane cleared his throat. “My wife is a card whore. The woman never misses a chance to play a game.”
And a thought hit me. Every time we play cards with our friends; Elliot, Scarlet, and all the men, Daimen and Arden always talked about making their card games worth something fun for the winner. I twisted my head up toward Dane, who was directly behind me, and we both said the same words at the same time.
“How about we make this interesting?” It was funny how after so many years, not only our thoughts but also our words had become the same.
“Interesting, how?” Miles’s disappointment was now replaced by a hint of curiosity when he posed the almost hypothetical question.
“Another triad we hang out with has this weekly strip poker contest, and whoever wins gets something just for them.”
Miles was nodding, his lips pursed yet smiling at the same time. “Sexy Lawyer Man, you in?”
Dane leaned down to give me a kiss on my neck. He pulled out the spare chair close to Miles.
“Well, if we do this,” my very analytical husband began, “we need to set out what we win, for whoever is the victor. It doesn’t have to be the same thing.”
It was always obvious when we were around Miles that he was forever an actor and never missed a chance to play a role, any role. In other words, our adorable actor was dramatic. He was tapping his chin, deep in thought. “Now, I love this turn of events, and just so you know, I’m competitive as fuck.”
I was about to share my own competitive nature when Dane beat me to the punch. “No, you haven’t seen competitive until you see Camille Leigh Gregory in the midst of a game where she can ask for almost anything.”
“Oh, yeah? Well, it’s on, Camille Leigh Gregory,” Miles teased.
“I know what I want,” Dane began. “If I win, I want chicken parmesan cooked every month for the next year.” He directed that particular request to me. “And from you, Mr. Sterling, I want you to deliver your chicken lasagna roll-ups to our house three times this month.”
“Whoa,” I stopped him, “why do I have to do a whole year of yucky and gross chicken parmesan, and he only has to do three deliveries?”
His laughter was always so sexy, but it was elevated when we were in negotiation mode. I saw a different side of my husband—the Lawyer Man—and it was sexy AF!
“Because, beautiful, he has to deliver them to the suburbs, so that’s more than double the work.”
“Well, shit,” I began because he was right. “I guess you’re right.” And he was. The cocky SOB.
“Cami? What is your wish? Your desire?” Miles asked.
Oh, this was simple. “I get to orchestrate a very sexy scene between you and my husband without any sort of time limit. My desire, my druthers, my commands.”
“Well, fuck, that’s not really a loss for me,” Miles replied. “You okay with this, Sexy Lawyer Man?” he asked Dane.
“Yeah, I think we can suffer through it, Cam,” Dane answered. “But what about it, Mr. Famous? What are your demands?”
“Oh, yeah, I have a doozy of one. I know it’s a little hard with your munchkins, but I want a weekday where you stay here with me.” He directed his commands to Dane. “You arrive here after work in your sexy three-piece suit. I’ll have a beer in my hand for you when you’re through the door, and you let me relax you by giving you a blowjob. But don’t worry, I expect one in return.”
Shit, I was pretty sure I was so wet. I needed to give up the whole card game and let them both fuck me until I fell asleep.
“And you, Curly Sue, I need you to walk in after a long day of being Super Mom and let me cook you dinner and cater to all your needs. But after dinner, we retire up here where you are sandwiched between us as Dane fucks your pussy, and I fuck your ass.”
Oh, yeah, I needed to just toss the game aside and let him do all of it. I begin to stand when both men chuckled.
“Oh, you just spoke Cami’s love language,” Dane started, but Miles wiggled his fingers back and forth.
“No, no, Curly Sue, you set this whole thing into motion. You don’t get to fuck us until this game is over.”
I was so horny, so ready to be taken by both men. “You don’t play fair, fucker.” I sat down, my arms crossed over my chest, pouting like Maggie would when she didn’t get her way.
“Yeah, yeah.” He stood, standing over me, with his lips at my ears. “But when I finally fuck you tonight, it’ll be that much better.”
“Confident, aren’t you?” I asked, trying my best to come across as though I was not desperate.
Dane’s voice filled the silence. “You are needy, my beautiful goddess. I can smell your arousal.”
Both men were teaming up to make me more miserable. But I could play their game. “Yeah, what about this?” My hand snaked up Dane’s leg as I grabbed his erection through the robe. I had done the same thing with Miles, my hand reaching into it, and his rod was as hard as steel.
“You are a bad, bad girl, Camille Leigh Gregory,” Miles teased, giving me a little kiss on the top of my head. He sat down next to Dane.
“So are we going to play this game, or fuck her with our words?”
Shit, this man was everything both Dane and I wanted in a man. “Yeah, let’s do this, assholes,” I replied, and with that, I started to shuffle, ready to kick both men’s asses in more ways than one.
16
Miles
I tossed the cards in the pile after my victory. “Oh yeah, oh yeah,” I sang while Cami sat huddled up in her chair. Dane hadn’t been joking. She was a very competitive person and a very sore loser.
“But I’ll tell you what, Curly Sue. As the winner, I decree we take part in your scenario right now. And this week, you two can fulfill my fantasy of the two of you, coming home to me.”
It was my fantasy; they were my fantasy. Two times with this couple was all I had ever allowed myself to dream of. Could I let go of my self-doubts for longer than a couple of minutes to make it a reality?
“At least, we don’t have to worry about him leaving us tonight,” Dane baited, and since he was close, I slugged him.
“Oh, I’ve had my taste of you two, and I don’t want to let it go anytime soon.” With those words, it was the truth. Just the idea of giving Cami the control tonight had my dick straining for release.
Cami stood, apparently happy at the compromise of letting her play out her own sexual fantasy. This wouldn’t be a chore, not at all but a fucking dream, since watching these two drool over me in the airport.
Crawling into bed, she sat right smack in the middle, propping up pillows to make this dream of hers a reality. “Both of you, front and center, facing the foot of the bed. Drop the robes.”
We lost the robes, and as I tried to get some relief by touching my cock as Dane’s cock sprang to life, Cami’s evil, sinister laugh put me on notice that she was going to punish me a bit for winning. “Oh, no, you don’t, Mr. Famous.”
I groaned out a long moan, my cock ready for some action, too. “Nope, I have some plans for you. Grab Dane’s cock and stroke it from the base to the tip.” Her own legs opened, and I was able to see her reaction to us. The wetness seeped from her. Taking her fingers, she worked her clit. “Eyes on me. I want you watching me as I make myself come and as you make Dane come.”
My eyes rolled into the back of my head. “You are punishing me for winning, aren’t you?” A little giggle, a legitimate giggle, escaped Dane’s mouth.
“I told you she was a sore loser. And I knew when you gave into her after your win, she’d punish you.”
My hand slowly stroked Dane’s beautiful cock. “Am I going to be able to come tonight at all?” I questioned, and a little side wink from Cami was all I got.