CHAPTER 16

“Mr. Hendrix asked me to send you to his office,” Brenda says to me as I stand behind the hostess stand. She’s one of the cleaners and why she’s delivering this message is beyond me.

But then again… Ford has me off-kilter tonight. When I arrived, there was a note on my locker that I was going to attend to the hostess stand in The Social Room, along with a black dress on a hanger he wanted me to wear. No other explanation and I haven’t seen him all night.

The dress was simple but sexy, form fitting, and came to just above my knees with a plunging neckline. It was the same type of dress the other hostesses wore, so I didn’t feel out of place or anything.

But I’m not sure why Ford wants me here. He seems to have settled me into the role of a condiment tray girl because he told me he enjoyed watching me walk around half naked.

I smile at Brenda and turn to Mika, the other hostess on duty with me, and say, “I’ll be back in a minute. Mr. Hendrix asked me to go to his office.”

Mika rolls her eyes at me. “Of course you’ll be back in a minute.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask, my hackles raising up.

“Doesn’t mean anything,” she says with a shrug. “But really… you should call him Ford, not Mr. Hendrix. You know, seeing as how close you two are.”

This is said with such cattiness that I get more angry than embarrassed that I’m being called on the carpet for my relationship with Ford.

“Is that jealousy I hear in your voice?” I ask sweetly.

Mika narrows her eyes at me. “Of course not. But don’t get too comfortable in his arms. He’s not a one-woman kind of man.”

“And why should you care to even warn me about that?” This, I’m genuinely curious about. If Ford doesn’t do repeats, then he’s never going to give Mika a taste again, assuming he’s had her. And why wouldn’t he? She’s beautiful just like everyone else here.

Or because he’s been with me more than once, now the other women have hope he’s broadening his horizons and will be back to them at some point.

God, I hope not. Our agreement is for sex-only, but I really don’t want to see him with one of the staff. As well as I’ve done trying to shield myself, I still know it’s going to hurt.

“Look, Thalia,” Mika says, her voice actually soft. “Woman to woman… don’t get caught up in what he does to you. He does it to everyone he’s with. He loves it so much he’s going to do it with a lot more women before he dies. That’s just the type of man he is.”

I can’t tell whether she’s being sarcastic or genuinely polite, so I just nod and walk away. I don’t want to get into a further discussion with her about Ford’s sexual habits.

When I reach his office, I knock on the door and wait for him to invite me in. When he does, I give a quick swipe of my hands on my dress—nervous habit because of periodic sweaty palms—and open the door.

As soon as I see Kenneth sitting on one of the guest chairs and Ford’s wicked smile, my palms go wet again.

My voice practically croaks. “You wanted to see me?”

Ford stands up from behind his desk, rounds it, and comes up to me. His gaze rakes down me briefly before he takes my hand and leads me to the other chair beside Kenneth. I sit down and clamp my legs together nervously, tugging at the hem of my dress. Kenneth just gives me a genial smile, but my head snaps back to Ford when he says, “We both want to see you.”

He’s leaning against his desk, his ass perched on the edge with his hands casually tucked into his pockets. The look in his eyes is almost predatory, and I can feel lustful vibes coming off him. I turn to look at Kenneth again, but gone is his friendly look. His eyes are dark with desire as well.

I look back to Ford and try to square my shoulders. “This is it, huh?”

“This is it,” Ford says with a smile. “If you still want it. I know we talked about it the other night, but there’s no pressure. You say ‘no’, we go about our business for the night.”

I wonder what that means? Does it mean Ford and Kenneth will find another woman to share? Or not that I really care about what Kenneth does, but will Ford?

“Will we be here?” I ask tentatively, thinking the desk looks solid. “Or your apartment?”

Ford shakes his head, his eyes glinting with dark mischief. “The Silo, Thalia. I told you I want people to watch you get pleasured by two men.”

“Oh, God,” I mutter as my gaze drops to the floor, and then pops back up to Ford. “Oh, God. I don’t know. I mean… I want to. God, I want to. But I’m scared, and nervous and embarrassed, and I wouldn’t even know what to do, and really… do we have to do it in The Silo for my first time? Can’t we just do this in privacy?”

Ford just shakes his head, cutting off my rant. “Push past those boundaries, Thalia. Dare yourself. Trust me… it will be so much better.”

I swallow hard and just stare at the gorgeous man who is telling me to take a walk on the wild side and get naked with him and Kenneth in front of not only just strangers who come to the club, but hell… my coworkers now. I know it’s probably not a big deal as most of them practically live here when they’re not working but still… this is a big deal to me.

“That’s easy for you to say,” I murmur. “You’ve done everything you can think of. I’m sure Kenneth has too.”

“We’re adventurous,” Kenneth says with a grin. “And come on… it’s sex. It feels great. You really can’t lose if you know what I mean.”

“There’s nothing to fear,” Ford reassures me, and something strikes me from our conversation that night when we were talking about fantasies. I asked him if he’d ever been with a man. This was after he told me how two women together was like every man’s spank bank go-to.

Ford had chuckled as his finger ran down my arm. We were on our sides, lying in the bed and facing each other. “Every person has their limits, Thalia. I guess mine is that I don’t do guys.”

Made sense to me, so we’d moved on to a weird conversation about BDSM. I’m not into it and thankfully neither is Ford, but he knew a lot about it since so many patrons practice it.

I narrow my eyes at Ford. “You want me to push past my boundaries, huh?”

“That’s right,” he says smoothly. “Piece of cake.”

My lips curl up and they do so in such a way that Ford’s smile slides off his face.

“Okay, then,” I say as I relax in my chair and cross one leg over the other. “You told me this is my fantasy, right?”

Ford nods and Kenneth leans forward in his chair, sensing from the vibe in the air that this is going to get interesting.

“Then I want you to push your boundaries too,” I say smugly.

“What did you have in mind?” he asks tightly.

I jerk my head toward Kenneth but never take my eyes from Ford’s, which are looking slightly unnerved right now. “I’d like you and Kenneth to fool around with each other to start. Get me a little worked up that way.”

“Fucking Christ,” Ford mutters. He looks to Kenneth with a very clear and simple plea for him to say “no” to this idea.

Kenneth shrugs and grins. “I’m in. I’ll try anything once.”

“Bastard,” Ford mutters again, and then points out to Kenneth, “This wouldn’t be a first for you.”

“It would with you,” he says back with almost a cackle of a laugh, and I’m in awe as Ford goes red in the face.

Very interesting. Kenneth swings both ways apparently, and Ford seems as nervous about Kenneth touching him as I am about being with the two of them in The Silo.

I think I might be able to get my way after all, so I stand up from my chair and walk up to Ford. Placing my hand on the knot of his tie, I give it a playful tug. “I’ll let you off the hook and won’t require any hanky-panky with you and Kenneth if we can do this in the privacy of your apartment.”

Kenneth chuckles behind me, but my eyes are pinned on Ford’s. His jaw hardens as he considers my offer, and then my stomach clenches when his lips curl upward. “Tonight’s about pushing boundaries. Guess I’ll push one of my own too. Let’s get your pretty ass over to The Silo so we can get started.”

My knees start shaking and my heart hammers within my chest. My panties go wet. I realize not only is this going to happen, but it’s going to happen publicly and it’s also going to involve some Kenneth-on-Ford action.

Ford takes me by the elbow to escort me to The Silo with Kenneth following right behind.

***

The minute I step across the threshold of The Silo, I figure the only way I’m going to get through this is to shed Thalia Beckett completely and step through as a new person without any inhibitions. I vow I won’t look at another person in the room because ignorance is bliss. If I can’t see them, then I can pretend they aren’t interested in me.

So I become just an anonymous girl looking for a wild ride with two gorgeous men. I prefer to think of us as strangers. After tonight, things will go on as usual. I won’t be ridden with any guilt or embarrassment, and I might even come away with a little pride in myself for being so daring.

Ford leads me to a door that goes to a hallway that wraps around the perimeter behind the glassed rooms. The wall that separates the rooms from the hall are solid, so this is the only place where there’s a measure of privacy. When we reach a door I assume is our destination, Ford stops and turns to me. “You okay?”

I nod and hope it’s enough because my throat seems constricted.

But I can’t help the long, wet moan that comes out when Ford grabs Kenneth by the wrist and pushes his hand between my legs. They spread involuntarily as Ford orders him, “Check to see if she’s wet.”

Kenneth’s fingers only rub over the crotch of my panties in a gentle move, but a rumbling sound of appreciation from him proves I’m wet. My cheeks flame hot, but I manage to whisper, “What can I say… the prospect of watching you two together really turns me on.”

Ford grunts in acknowledgment, but I can tell he’s not liking that part. I can’t wait to see what happens.

We enter the room, and I refuse to look at the glass wall that faces the interior of The Silo. I pretend no one is out there and it seems to work. My nerves are in check and I look around the room, noticing it’s the one with the raised bed with silver satin sheets tonight.

When the door closes, Kenneth says, “This is your fantasy, Thalia. Tell us what to do.”

My gaze goes to Ford. Even though he’s on edge over what I might have him and Kenneth do, he’s also radiating pure lust as he looks at me. I turn to look at Kenneth and appreciate his magnificence as well. He’s about an inch or two shorter than Ford, and he’s the light to Ford’s dark. His hair is sandy blond, cut short, and he sports a goatee that’s just a shade darker. His eyes are deep brown, but warm and always seem to be filled with easygoing humor, whereas Ford always looks so intense and ready to do battle with the world.

I give a slight cough to clear my throat. “I want you two to undress first, and if you wanted to… you know… sort of help each other, that wouldn’t be an undesirable thing.”

Ford curses under his breath and his hands bunch into fists, but he looks resolved. Kenneth looks amused.

Me?

I’m quivering over this, deciding to get a front-row seat to watch. I’ll never again have this type of power over two men at the same time. Hell, I’m not even sure I want this power again, but while I have it, I’m going to enjoy it. I crawl up onto the bed and perch myself with my back resting against the headboard. My legs stretch out, cross over each other, and I settle in to watch.

Both men first dispense with their shoes and socks, which I appreciate. Nothing worse than a sexy striptease with awkward hopping around to get the shoes off.

Ford doesn’t wait for Kenneth to make a move, but instead works on his own shirt. It hits me suddenly that he’s not in his trademark business suit, but rather dressed in a dark gray T-shirt with a V-neck and jeans. He’s got on a worn, black belt that’s seen better days. I had no clue Jerico could be so casual. My tongue almost falls out of my mouth as he pulls the shirt over his head. That chest, his abs, the light dusting of hair… he’s all man and I start to ache for him.

Kenneth takes his shirt off as well. It’s a button down and he takes his time with the task, watching me the entire time. He’s built a little bigger than Ford even though he’s not as tall. As he’s revealed to me, I suck in a breath because his body is beautiful in a different way. It’s covered from collarbone to waist in tattoos and they run down his arms as well. There is well-defined muscle, meaning this guy works out seriously hard, but the tattoos… I’ve always been a sucker for them. Add on the British accent and well… this is just freaking awesome.

Dropping his shirt to the floor, Kenneth turns to Ford and says, “Give the lady something, dude. Take my jeans off.”

Ford again curses under his breath, but he doesn’t hesitate. And more importantly, he doesn’t rush through it either. This may be pushing his boundaries, but he’s going slowly so I can savor this and for the first time since knowing Ford, I feel a rush of genuine affection for him.

Kenneth’s belt comes off, and Ford’s big hands work the button and zipper. Kenneth’s head is bent, watching what Ford does. His abs flex and relax as the zipper is lowered, then flex hard again, showing he owns a six pack as well when Ford’s thumbs go into the waistband of Kenneth’s briefs so he can pull them down with his jeans.

My breath catches as Ford slowly lowers his body along with the clothing as he drags it down Kenneth’s muscular legs, which I give a passing glance to, but my eyes go back to what’s in between those legs. He’s semi-hard and a big boy. If I take him and Ford tonight, I’m going to be sore for sure tomorrow. Kenneth steps out of his jeans and briefs. As Ford starts to rise, Kenneth takes his cock in his hand and starts to stroke it. Ford doesn’t spare him a glance, but his mouth comes awful close to the tip of Kenneth’s shaft. Kenneth did that on purpose to make him uncomfortable. He’s getting a kick out of this going by the devilish gleam in his eyes.

“My turn,” Kenneth says, his voice husky which I’m sure is deliberate. He takes the same care in removing Ford’s jeans and boxers, squatting down at his feet as he sheds out of the clothing.

Cutting his eyes to me briefly, Kenneth gives me a wicked grin. As he starts to stand up, he wraps his big hand around Ford’s cock, which had also been half-hard.

Ford jumps in surprise as he says, “What the fu—?”

But then his head falls back and he releases a guttural moan as Kenneth starts to stroke him.

Oh, wow. Just… wow, wow, wow.

I raise quickly to my knees and crawl down the bed to get closer to the two men. Sitting back on my calves, I watch as Kenneth roughly strokes and squeezes Ford’s dick. It grows, lengthens, and then starts to leak at the tip. Ford’s eyes are closed tight, his mouth parted and his chest rising and falling quickly. A terrible pulse of yearning hits me square between my legs, causing me to squirm.

My gaze turns to Kenneth to see his eyes are burning with lust. Not a true and genuine interest in Ford’s body, but because he’s doing something unbelievably dirty and taboo, and that’s mainly because they are best of friends and coworkers, and oh yeah… Ford is as hetero as they come.

Suddenly, Kenneth reaches out to grab my forearm and he drags me forward a bit, pushing my hand against Ford’s cock.

“Take it,” he says gruffly. I do as he says, forgetting this is my fantasy and I’m in charge. When I give a tentative stroke, Ford’s hips push forward to thrust into my fist. At the same time, Kenneth goes to his knees. Before I can even drop my mouth open in astonishment or Ford can protest, he opens his mouth and takes Ford’s cock deep inside.

“Jesus fuck,” Ford groans and I can’t tell whether he likes it or not. I drop my hand away and Kenneth pulls him into his mouth deeper, his own hands going to Ford’s ass where his fingers dig into the muscle.

I lean back on my calves and watch, completely fascinated, thoroughly titillated, and wondering what will happen next if I don’t tell Kenneth to stop.