Checking It Twice

chapter Fifteen


Nick took one look at the skintight, red satin number peeking from Jana’s coat as she hurried down her porch steps and knew there was no damn way the stage show would be holding his attention tonight. Glancing in the rearview mirror, he noticed Kev’s consuming focus was also glued to Jana. Make that two of us who won’t be able to concentrate.

Kev shoved open the door before Nick had a chance to make the first move at helping Jana inside the car. Nick scored the homefield advantage though by being armed and ready with a brief albeit hungry kiss for Jana when she leaned across the console and hugged him.

Her face flushing, she smoothed a lock of hair behind her ear. “I’m glad you’re joining us tonight.”

“Thank you for the invitation. What do I owe you for the ticket?”

“Nothing. It’s my Christmas pressie to you.”

Far as he was concerned, her being in his life was the biggest gift of all. Brushing his knuckle over her cheek, he gave her one more kiss before dropping his hand and squeezing her thigh. Her breath caught in her throat. It took him a second to recall the last time they’d been in a similar position. Only then he’d had his fingers buried in her p-ssy. The memory a wicked snapshot in his mind, he backed out of her drive. For a moment he debated directing Jana to hike up her skirt and award him and Kev a preshow performance on the way to the opera house. But then another possibility hit him. One that tightened his balls. “Where are our seats? Balcony…mezzanine…?”

“What kind of cheapskate do you take me for?” Her expression smug, she dug the tickets from her beaded clutch and waved them in the air. “Box, baby.”

Turning the car in the direction of the freeway, he caressed her thigh and grinned. “Excellent.”

Roughly forty minutes later, their trio walked through the entrance of the opera house. The interior was an opulent, baroque spectacle—a startling contrast to the building’s starkly modern façade. Beautiful as Nick found the décor, it was Jana’s giddy response to her surroundings that enchanted him most.

She twirled in a circle, oohing and ahhing over every small detail. “No matter how many times I come here, I’ll never get tired of it.” She extended her pinky. “Makes me feel all fancy-schmanchy.”

Grabbing their elbows, she herded Nick and Kev toward the stairs. On the next landing, an attendant scanned their tickets and led them toward the box where their seats were located. As they sat down, Nick scoped the neighboring boxes. Most were empty, the majority of the crowd filling the main floor below them.

A familiar rush pounding through him, he stretched out his legs and continued to watch the spectators streaming into the theater. Several more people piled into the adjacent boxes—not enough to be problematic to his plans. Just enough to add a delicious edge to the excitement.

Jana leafed through her program, happily gabbing away. Completely oblivious of what was in store for her.

Oh, the fun they were going to have.

Roughly half an hour later, the lights dimmed, signaling the show was about to begin.

Nick’s mouth hitched at one corner. In more ways than one.

Anticipation sweet and heady, he leaned his elbow on the armrest, making himself comfortable. The orchestra started up, instrument’s tuning with a flowing harmony of strings and flutes. The massive velvet curtain parted, revealing an enormous Christmas tree, a decoration party in full swing. He glanced toward Jana and took in the awed delight splashed across her animated face. His heart swelled, right along with his cock.

Sweet Jesus. There were no words for how head over heels he had it for her. She was wonderful. In every f*cking way possible.

Recalling exactly how well suited they were in their sexual predilections, he snuck his hand over the edge of his seat and caressed the silky expanse of her thigh before inching her skirt higher. Her attention remained riveted on the stage, but her lips parted, her tongue darting out to moisten them. Kev’s gaze drifted in their direction and stalled on Nick’s hand and Jana’s ascending hemline. His nostrils flared, a staccato gust of breath falling from him as Jana’s delectable bare p-ssy came into view.

Nick leaned closer to her ear. “Can I just say I heartily endorse your no-underwear policy?”

Snagging her bottom lip between her teeth, she repositioned herself in the seat, awarding Nick and Kev a mouthwatering presentation of her glistening labia. Nick inhaled a luscious waft of her p-ssy musk. “You’re already dripping. Have you been thinking dirty thoughts, naughty girl?”

The pulse point beneath her ear beat erratically, more than enough confirmation.

“Maybe I better find out precisely how dirty these thoughts have been.” Cupping Jana’s mound, he stirred up her wetness, his cock thickening at the evidence of her arousal. “Mmm. Very, it seems.” He delved into her slit, slicking his middle finger with her juices before rubbing her *. She gasped softly, and Kev’s knuckles whitened on the armrest next to her.

Nick slowed his motions, stringing out the pleasure for her. For all three of them. “What were you thinking about that got you so wet?”

“This.” She barely breathed the word. “The possibility of you touching me.”

“Does it excite you, baby—having your pretty little p-ssy on display, * juicy and swollen, with all these people surrounding you?”

Jana’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her nipples hard, tempting little nubs poking at the satin of her bodice. “Y-yes.”

He continued treating her * to tight, concise circles with his finger, each lingering pass making her wetter and wetter. The hunger building inside him tensed every muscle in his body with lush anticipation. That ragged edge of desire became even more pronounced when he glanced at Jana’s face and noticed the high flush of excitement pinkening her cheeks. He increased the tempo of his strokes, the sweeping caresses making her hips undulate in cadence to his motions. “I bet you’d like me to sit you on my cock, f*ck you slow and deep—right here and now while Kev watches.”

“Oh God.” With those whispered words her only warning, Jana bucked against his hand, a strong beat coursing through her *. Kev’s consuming focus soaked up every detail of her climax.

Nick adjusted himself behind his fly. If the partitions on either side of their box were higher, nothing would have stopped him from tugging down his zipper and living out the fantasy that’d hurtled Jana into climax.

Before she completely came down from her sexual rush, he reached into his coat pocket and fished out the naughty belly chain she’d worn for him and Kev last night. He snaked it around her hips and fastened it in place before situating the butterfly on her *. “I want you to wear this for the rest of the show.”

“Nick, it makes noises.” Despite her scandalized retort, her eyes glowed with an inner fire.

“So do you.” Nuzzling her ear, he nipped the soft, velvety lobe. “Sexy ones, I might add. Listening to them turns me on like f*cking crazy. Have I ever told you what the sound of your voice does to me?”

Swallowing, she shook her head.

“I’ve jacked off after almost all of our phone calls. A few times I didn’t have the patience to wait, and I stroked myself while you were still on the line with me.”

Her breathing sped up. “God, maybe I should have agreed to the video chatting.”

He chuckled. “Men aren’t nearly as sensual and beautiful to watch getting off. A few pumps of our fist. A strained, dopey-looking expression. Throw in a few grunts for good measure. Whole thing is quite undignified.”

She lifted an eyebrow. “Care to make a demonstration?”

Grinning, he leaned forward and kissed the smirk from her mouth. “Later, perhaps. But for now, this is the deal I’m offering. Keep those gorgeous thighs spread while Kev and I play with your sweet p-ssy. If you manage to take all the orgasms we can give you without screaming down the house, then we’ll reward you.” He flicked the vibe’s antennae and covered the buzzing device with his hand, the gesture both guaranteeing devastating contact between the vibrator and Jana’s * and muffling the slight hum of the butterfly. He doubted much could be heard above the orchestra, but the possibility tightened his balls nevertheless.

“W-with?” she gasped, her legs trembling.

“Our cocks. Buried inside you all night long.”

Her fluttery moan stiffened his dick even more. “Do you want that, baby?”

“Oh God, yes.”

“Then we begin.” Nick rolled the butterfly beneath his palm as Kevin’s fingers eased inside Jana’s slick channel. She tilted her hips, her body shuddering. With his free hand, Nick caressed her thigh. “Remember, no screaming.”

Biting her lip, she stared straight ahead. Nick’s focus drifted from her face to her lap and became fixated by the wicked sight of Kev’s fingers plunging in her wetness. Every once in a while Kev would twist his palm upward and rub determinedly at Jana’s G-spot, making her hips and neck arch in tandem. Nick cruised the butterfly along her *. “Feel good, sweetness?”

Her teeth chattered in response. A pronounced tic twitched in Kev’s jaw, and a low groan filtered from his chest.

“Is she coming?” Nick glided the vibrator in slower circles.

“Yes.” Kev pumped his fingers deeper. “So f*cking good, Jana. Keep coming for us.”

A shiver shaking her entire body, she complied with the request, her eyes rolling back.

The rest of the play crawled by in excruciating slow motion, heightened all the more by the hot, lusty anticipation swirling in the air. Together, Nick and Kevin managed to make Jana come a grand total of seven times before the final curtain closed, but Nick was strung tighter than ever. The blistering intensity in Kev’s eyes verified he was in the same boat.

As Kev helped Jana into her coat, Nick picked up her program, figuring she’d want it for a souvenir. Truthfully, he was having a hard time even remembering what the play had been about. Although it seemed aptly named, considering his nuts felt like they were trapped in a vise, ready to explode if he didn’t sink inside Jana within the next ten minutes. The sexual high he was riding, he could easily f*ck her from now to Sunday without losing stride.

Leaving the opera house behind, they made their way toward the parking garage where Nick had left his car. Fumbling in his coat pocket, he located his keys and hit the lock release. Kev surprised Jana—and Nick—by grabbing her before she reached for the passenger-door handle. The next instant Kev’s lips covered hers, his tongue thrusting inside her mouth. She moaned, the sound wrapping around Nick’s cock and squeezing tight. He watched them kiss for endless moments, the ache in his balls increasing with each enticing glimpse of their wet, dueling tongues.

Jesus. He could see why Kev got off on the voyeurism. There was something incredibly hedonistic and sexy about the carnal pleasure he was witnessing. And they weren’t even naked, for shit’s sake.

Now that…that was something he wanted to see. Right f*cking now.

“Get in the backseat.”

Both Jana and Kev stopped devouring each other and stared at him, his raspy demand obviously catching them off guard. Without uttering a word, they obediently piled into the backseat. He followed in after them and locked the doors. The vacant parking spots on either side guaranteed some privacy, as did the Audi’s tinted windows. Not that the lack of any of those conveniences would have deterred him, considering the dangerous edge he straddled at the moment.

The backseat was crowded and quickly growing humid from the sizzling heat they were throwing off. It gave Nick a perfect excuse to help Jana out of her coat and the opportunity to run his hands all over her delectable body. The skintight, strapless dress offered no resistance as he unzipped it and peeled down the bodice. No bra either. Humming in approval, he bent his head and sucked her stiffened nipple into his mouth. From the corner of his eye, he noticed the gliding descent of Kev’s lips along Jana’s other breast before it closed around her nipple.

A sigh of ecstasy falling from her, Jana sifted her fingers through their hair, holding them close. Slipping a hand beneath her skirt, Nick traced a path along her silky skin, rediscovering the wetness coating her inner thigh. He continued onward, brushing over her slick labia before seeking out her plump *. He teased it with light, barely there caresses, making her shiver and gasp. F*ck, she was so responsive. It didn’t matter if she’d come a thousand times—she was always ready for more. He eased two fingers into her weeping channel, burying them to the middle knuckles as he rubbed her G-spot. Her thigh tensed beneath his other hand.

“Shh.” He soothed her with his voice and a gentle massage—both along her leg and with the fingers coaxing that sweet, sensitive spot just past her opening.

“N-Nick…I’m going to come again if you k-keep doing that.”

“That’s the idea, sweetness.”

“Oh God.” She flung her head back, her eyes screwing shut. Panting breaths broke from her as she both fought and embraced the intense stimulation. Desperate, sexy moans catching in her throat, she squirmed and trembled.

Kev abandoned her nipple, his focus glued to her face. His fingers blindly groped beneath Jana’s skirt until they found her *. “Come, baby. Come for us.”

Jana broke on a shuddering wail, her body convulsing and her tiny cunt muscles milking Nick’s fingers in a stranglehold. It took more control than he knew he possessed not to come in his pants like a trigger-happy horny teenager. He continued pumping his fingers, drawing the quakes out as long as he could. Once she relaxed with a contented murmur, he removed his fingers and licked them with a hungry groan. Later he planned to spend several quality hours lapping at her p-ssy, but for now he’d satisfy himself with this.

And watching her ride Kev’s cock. He gestured toward his best friend’s straining fly. “Unzip.”

Not needing to be told twice, Kev performed the task and fetched a condom from his wallet before hiking his khakis and boxer briefs to his knees and helping Nick to assist Jana onto Kev’s lap. Straddling Kevin, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him sweetly, stopping occasionally in between nibbling his lips to look into his eyes. Just as she had resisted and craved the intense stimulation of her G-spot, Kev struggled with the visual exchange of intimacy. Kevin loved to watch, but Nick knew that when it came to sharing that window to his soul, Kev preferred to curtain it off. Her fingertips floating like butterfly wings along his cheek and jaw, she whispered soothing words to Kev, holding his gaze for as long as she could before he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

Undaunted, she positioned herself on his rigid cock and slowly sank onto him, the wet, succulent sound of her p-ssy enveloping Kev sending a responding ache through Nick’s balls. His breath hitching, Kev flexed his fingers on Jana’s gyrating hips, his own coming up to meet her halfway, bouncing her on his cock. Reaching out, she fumbled for Nick’s hand. Their fingers laced and he squeezed encouragingly, a silent affirmation that they were in this together. He leaned in and sucked her earlobe. “Take him deeper, sweetness. Harder. Show that fat cock of his no mercy.”

Taking him at his word, she pulled her knees upward and tilted back slightly before grinding on Kev with tight, controlled hip circles. Sweat began beading on Kev’s forehead and jaw.

Smothering his grin, Nick plucked at Jana’s nipple. “Doin’ great, baby. Now how about you treat that cock like you’re doing one of those Kegel exercises? You know, the one’s that strengthen—”

“Shut the f*ck up before she kills me.” Kev groaned before he jolted and cursed beneath his breath. Knuckles white on Jana’s hips, he stared in the direction of her pelvis. “What the f*ck have you been exercising with down there? The Schwarzenegger of Kegels?”

Nick knew from previous experience the lethal grip Jana’s p-ssy muscles could enforce on a helpless cock. He didn’t know whether to empathize with Kev, or be insanely jealous.

“I’ll pump you up,” Jana said in the worst Arnold impersonation known to man before giggling.

“Trust me, pumping is not an issue right now.” Another strained laugh quasi grunt issued from Kev as Jana rocked her hips in a counterclockwise motion. She bobbed up and down on his shaft, taking him deep, shallow, then deeper still. Kev’s eyes began to glaze, and Jana’s gasps grew wispy and broken.

Nick slid his hand between Jana and Kev and toggled her slippery *. “Take Kev over, sweetness. He’s right there on the edge. Give him what he needs.” You, Jana. He f*cking needs you.

Rather than ride him fast and furious, Jana slowed down. Her hips barely moving, she flattened her palms on Kev’s chest and tipped her head back, exposing the arch of her neck. Kev’s panting breaths came in rapid-fire sequence, the sweat pouring down his face. Suspecting the cause for it, Nick rubbed her * more firmly. “Squeeze him harder. F*ck yeah. Milk the come right out of Kev’s cock. Just. Like. That.”

Kev’s eyes rolled back just as his body bucked, his strangled shout tangling with Jana’s high-pitched keening cry as she convulsed on top of him. The sight of them coming together was more than Nick could take. Quickly unzipping his pants, he pulled out his dripping cock and stroked himself once, twice, before coming with his own shuddering moan inside his fist. Biting back a laughing groan, he fumbled for a tissue in his coat pocket. “Thank Christ this car can’t talk. The tales it’d have after tonight.”





Once they reached Kev’s condo, they’d all worked up a mega appetite. Apparently car sex did that to a person. Not that Nick would know. Prior to tonight, he hadn’t indulged in the practice since he’d been a teenager, and back in those days he’d been hungry all the time. Both for food and sex.

Hell, maybe he hadn’t changed much since then. Only he drove an exceptionally better car now compared to his old hunk of junk he used to tool around in. And he was crazy in love. That definitely hadn’t been the case back in his youth.

He and Kev took turns washing up at the kitchen sink while Jana disappeared into the bathroom. Glancing sideways, he caught Kev’s eyes on him. “What?”

Kev grabbed a dishtowel and dried his hands. “You’ve never just watched before.”

He shrugged. “I was in the mood to try something different. Did it bother you?”

“I don’t know.” Kev was quiet for a moment. “I’m not used to performing for others.”

“What you mean is you’re not comfortable exposing yourself.” Nick squeezed Kev’s shoulder. “It’s okay to let people in. To show them your vulnerabilities. Not everyone is going to use it against you or judge you for having them.”

Kev averted his gaze. A noise behind them alerted of Jana’s approach. They both turned toward her as she strolled into the kitchen wearing one of Kev’s old college sweatshirts. The baggy thing hung to her knees, and even with the sleeves rolled up was still too long for her arms, but it didn’t stop her from looking sexy as shit.

Kev swallowed, obviously sharing Nick’s sentiment. Jana bit her lip. “I hope it’s okay I borrowed this. My dress got pretty wrinkled, so…”

“Of course you can wear it.” Kev’s tone dropped several octaves. “It looks good on you.”

Her smile lit up the whole damn room. “Thanks. Err, any chance we’re eating soon? I’m freakin’ starved.” A loud growl from her stomach backed up her statement.

Taking his cue, Nick ventured to the fridge and pulled out the cream cheese and crab dip he’d made earlier and plated it with an assortment of crackers. He placed it on the center island. “For your snacking pleasure, milady, while I prepare our feast.”

Leaving her to partake of the savory appetizers, he filled the stockpot with water for the pasta. Soon enough he discovered that the act of cooking for Jana and Kev brought him as much pleasure as their sexual adventures did. It felt like they were a family. It felt…right. So very, very right.

Humming some vague Christmas tune that was a mixed-up jumble of “Sleigh Bells” and “Winter Wonderland”, he drained the pasta and sauced it before calling Jana and Kev to the stove so they could dish up their plates. A few moments later he joined them at the table. He unfolded his napkin and glanced at his meal before looking at the two people who’d become his extended family. Kev had held that position for quite some time, but Jana was a wonderful addition. One he sure as hell hadn’t been counting on. In a million years, he would never have guessed how important she would become to him.

“I’m staying,” he blurted, the words falling free before his brain fully processed them.

Kev stopped with fork midway to his mouth. “Good idea. It’s a long drive back to the Townsend tonight. Especially with the roads getting icy.”

“No, I mean I’m staying. For good. I’m not returning to Chicago.” Well, technically he’d have to in order to vacate his apartment and finalize a few other things, but after that, he was damn well rushing back here and building a happy life. Hopefully with Jana and Kev.

Kev frowned and lowered his fork to his plate. Across from him, Jana’s eyes widened in sync with her smile. Suddenly she bolted from her chair and flung herself at Nick, her hug nearly suffocating him. She peppered him with kisses, her damp, tear-stained cheeks rubbing along his.

Laughing, he scooted her onto his lap and stroked her hair before tucking a wayward strand behind her ear. “I take it you’re okay with my decision?”

“Of course I’m okay, you blockhead.” The happy, misty-eyed look she bestowed on him made her pronouncement the sweetest he’d ever heard.

He glanced in Kev’s direction and found his best friend eyeing him skeptically. “You’ve decided to give up everything in Chicago and move here? Just like that?”

“All I have in Chicago is an apartment. My happiness isn’t there.” He divided his attention between Kev and Jana. “It’s here. I’ve been alone and miserable for too damn long. I’m sick of it.”

A shuttered expression descended over Kev’s face, heightening the stubborn lines bracketing his mouth. Nick expected him to say something. To point out that Vegas was a long way from Michigan. Instead, Kev picked up his fork and began eating again, apparently taking his frustration out on the ravioli.

He remained quiet throughout the rest of dinner, allowing Nick and Jana to do most of the talking. Nick knew Kev was pissed at him and probably thought his decision to move to Michigan was a ploy to guilt trip Kev into staying. While he sure as shit wanted Kev to keep his ass here, it hadn’t been his ulterior motive. What he’d said about Chicago holding nothing for him had been the God’s honest truth. He could run his business anywhere, and where he wanted to be was with Jana. And Kev.

He just prayed like hell that Kev woke up soon and saw that this was damn well where he belonged too.