Hunting for Curves (BBW Erotic Romance) (11 page)

Jasmine sipped at the tea Evan had given her and gazed out over the city lights. "You two have an amazing life, you know that?"

Luke hummed and stroked Evan's leg. "I'll admit that I like it, but it does take a lot of work. I mean, someone's got to keep him grounded so this doesn't go to his head."

Evan gave Luke a level stare. "That's a losing battle." Then a smile twitched on his lips. "But I like that he's still trying."

"Well, I think he's doing a good job." Jasmine folded her arms. "I would probably go way overboard. You know, room service, shopping, spa treatments, the works. Not that I'd ever be able to afford one night here—-even if I did find another job.

Evan's eyes narrowed. "You lost your job?"

"Sorry," Luke glanced up. "Jasmine told me earlier this week but I didn't want to say anything."

Evan's eyes flashed from Luke back to Jasmine as he sat up on the couch. "Why didn't you talk to me? I could have arranged something for you if I'd known sooner."

"I'm not about to bother you for a handout." She dropped her gaze. "I'll be fine. I already have two interviews lined up: Morgan Consultants and Context Interactive."

Evan grimaced. "Those fat cats will keep you working as a low level office assistant for the rest of your life." He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out one of his business cards and a pen. Then flipped the card over and jotted down a number.

"Call Ray. Tell him I've authorized an interview. He can call me to confirm."

"Evan." Jasmine rolled her eyes. "I told you I don't need a free ride. I'll be f—"

"This isn't charity." He slid the card across the table. "I'm only offering you face time with one of my top managers. If you get the job, it will be because of your own merits. And then you'll be working for Ray, not me. I won't have any say in the matter. He's a hard ass but he will treat you well. And he has a great eye for talent." He winked. "I think he'll be impressed with you."

A blush crept up to her cheeks as she took the card. "Thank you," she said with a shy smile.

"And on that note…" Luke stood up and stretched his arms. "I'm taking my boyfriend to bed. Feel free to stay up as late as you like."

Jasmine glanced at Evan, who wore a crooked smile as he stood to join Luke. The term "boyfriend" sounded silly, all things considered, but he seemed not to mind.

"Help yourself to anything in the kitchen," Evan said. "And if you'll stay until morning, Luke will cook you a superb breakfast."

"I think I'd like that." She watched as Luke followed Evan into the hallway. "Goodnight."

As she sat on the large, supple leather couch, sipping premium tea from a crystal cup, and gazing out at the night, fifty floors up, she had to admit that she liked the extravagance. But something was bugging her about the spacious room. It wasn't anything she could put a finger on, like a draft under her feet or the lights dimming slightly. The quiet in the room had a lonely hint to it without Luke's lilting laughter. Though adorned with fine art, the walls seemed pale without Evan's dominating presence.

If she had this kind of wealth, she'd spend a day or so bathing in champagne or decking herself out in diamonds. What woman wouldn't? But she knew she'd tire of that quickly. Marble can't make you breakfast. Crystal won't talk to you about the long day you had at work. And money won't snuggle up with you at night.

Evan and Luke are what make this so magical.

She hadn't expected them to treat her well. No, she'd thought they would use her, then discard her, which was how her experiences with men often turned out. But the truth was, they'd treated her better than any of those so-called relationships.

The earlier comment she'd made about wanting to date both of them had been half jest, half frustration, but after she'd said it, she couldn't ignore the ring of truth underneath. Nor could she deny the gleam in Luke's eyes or the fact that Evan had shot her a wink.

And there was the night on the boardwalk, when they had posed for the photograph. Evan had reached out and grasped her hand. The gesture was so small, insignificant to the point of being overlooked. Yet with a man like him, the simple act had spoken volumes to her.

Part of her had been serious, and if they'd been serious too… Well, she couldn't pass up this drastic turn in her life.

She set the glass down and rose to her feet. With confident steps, she walked into the hall, past the spare bedroom, past the two bathrooms, to the door at the end. Taking a deep breath she hesitated only for a moment. Then she knocked.

"Come in—" Evan started.

"We're indecent—" Luke said at the same time.

She cracked the door open as the two men whispered and chuckled in the dim light. After a few seconds, her eyes adjusted and their sprawling limbs came into view.

Luke lay on his side, his bare leg crooked over Evan's hip. Evan's hand caressed up Luke's side. And their faces pressed close to each other.

She pushed the door closed with her back. "Is it alright if I watch you two?"

Luke whipped his head around. "What? Just watch?"

"That's all right." Evan said. "If you're uncomfortable, I—"

"Oh, no." She lifted her hands. "It's not that. I just… don't want to interrupt your makeup… sex."

"You're not." Evan sat up and lifted his hand, beckoning her. "Would you like to join us?"

Luke braced on his arms. "Clothing's optional," he said with a chuckle.

She giggled in response and pushed herself off the door. With a sly grin she slowly unbuttoned her blouse as she strolled to the bed. Luke swallowed and Evan quietly watched, a subtle grin on his lips.

Her head swam as if she was in a dream but the anxiety was no longer present. She trusted them now. And even more, since she considered them close friends.
If not my boyfriends
, she thought with a smile.

The blouse fell to the ground, followed by her bra. With each step she shed another piece of clothing, like a bread trail of fabric behind her. Then as she reached the edge of the giant bed, she hooked her thumbs in her panties. Evan's tongue passed subtly over his bottom lip and Luke's mouth gaped slightly, a look of hunger in his eyes.

She bent over, dropping the thin fabric. As she straightened, she braced a hand on her hip and winked at the waiting men.

"How do you want me?"

Evan's hand caught hers; he kissed her knuckles, her wrist, then her arm. He drew her closer and she sank to her knees on the bed. Then he placed her hand in Luke's.

"I would like to watch the two of you first."

Jasmine blinked. "You want to watch? Oh. I thought—Why?"

"Because you are beautiful." Evan kissed her cheek. "Like living art, I want to admire you both."

Beautiful.
She shook her head. "I'll never get used to being called that."

"You'll have to." Luke moved closer, the circle of his strong arms wrapping around her. "As long as I'm around, I insist."

She sighed, melting into Luke's embrace. The firmness of his chest pressed against her soft curves and she touched her fingertips to his jawline. She inhaled him, savoring his masculine scent, his heat, his hard body.

Desire hummed in her veins. She'd wanted him before, but she'd been so concerned about boundaries and whether she might make a misstep. Then of course, she
had
gone too far.

But that was behind them, and they all had a chance to start over. Somehow, that fact was freeing. She raised her face and touched her lips to Luke's chin. She hadn't been able to muster the nerve before now… God, she wanted to kiss him.

Luke held her with one arm around her waist while his other hand traced the curve of her spine, and then up to the nape of her neck. Their lips brushed together. Jasmine sighed; her mouth parted. Sparks leapt in her chest. Luke's mouth sealed over hers, hungry and passionate, but also tender and sweet.

Luke's kiss was like the sunset they'd shared down at the pier: fresh, vibrant, multi-layered. It was the kind of kiss she could drown in.

Their tongues explored, mouths meshing. Luke tugged her lower lip gently between his teeth; his fingers intertwined in her hair. Her fingers ran over his thighs, massaging, flexing. With her thumb, she stroked along the length of his hard cock, smiling into his kiss when it lurched.

Finally, it was Luke who took a long breath and broke away. He turned to Evan, who watched with a calculating look in his eyes.

"Show's over." Luke clapped his hand on Evan's leg, then began to inch up his thigh. "You need to join us now."

Evan raised an eyebrow, looking down at Luke's fingers, which had paused just short of his cock. Jasmine guessed that Evan wasn't used to being teased by, or taking orders from Luke.

"Luca—" Evan started, but he cut himself short. He sighed. "You never told me that you hated being called 'Lucas'."

"It's fine." Luke said, his fingers stretching a tiny bit closer. "It just took some getting used to. At first, it made me feel like a little kid who'd gotten into big trouble."

"I'll stop if you want me to."

"No, don't." Luke grinned and his hand settled around Evan's cock. His fingers circled, stroking, caressing. He leaned in and he kissed Evan's lips.

"Or," Evan said with a devilish edge to his voice, "would you like me to pretend you're in big trouble?"

Luke made a strangled sound.

A giggle squeaked out of Jasmine's throat. Then a full-throated laugh. She hiccupped. "I would pay to see that."

By the time she recovered, the men's faces were pressed close together in a long kiss, Luke's hand working Evan's cock. Evan had one arm around Luke, but his other hand reached out for her. She moved closer and he stroked the curve of her breast.

The two men pulled back from their kiss and shared a pointed look. Then they both turned to her.

Evan shifted his position, so he was sitting next to her. His fingers closed on her nipple, toying with it, pinching it to a peak. An electric shiver rushed through her nerves and she sighed, leaning against his hard body.

Luke squeezed her thighs. "Lie down on your back."

Jasmine opened her mouth, about to ask… something. But whatever it was, she forgot as Evan's lips closed over hers. His kiss was demanding and forceful, stealing her breath with a whirlwind of desire. With both of his hands kneading her breasts, he pushed her back onto the bed.

She was dimly aware of Luke's fingers stroking her thighs, hooking under her knees, raising them up. Warmth radiated through her: from her wet, needy loins to her full, aching breasts. It had been so hot to watch the two of them together, like being a part of something forbidden. But now, with both of their attention on her, this was different. Heavenly. Decadent.

Evan's teeth grazed her lip, not softly as Luke had, but not entirely painful. Somewhere in between, with an edge that was deliciously sharp. He was rough, where Luke had been gentle: deep midnight to Luke's dreamy sunset.

She knew she shouldn't compare them, but it was impossible not to. And yet, the only conclusion she could come to, as the wave of exhilaration swept through her, was that they were both perfect in their own ways.

They saw something in her too, even though she'd had no reason to believe that before. She'd seen it reflected on both of their faces. Not pity. Genuine acceptance.

Then Luke's hands held her thighs apart and his face slid between them. His tongue touched her swollen lips, delicate, questioning. The muscles in her lower back tightened and her body went taut, every nerve begging for him to continue.
Oh, God, please
, she thought, moaning against Evan's mouth.

The tip of Luke's tongue teased at her opening; her breath caught in her throat. She turned her face, breaking away from Evan and pressing into the luxurious covers.

"You're really wet," Luke murmured. His tongue flicked at her playfully, as if to emphasize that fact.

"Uh huh," she whined, closing her eyes.

This wasn't the time to explain that it had been ages since anyone had gone down on her. That she'd almost forgotten what it felt like to have a man's face between her thighs. Of course she was wet, soaking with anticipation, aching for him to go further.

Luke's tongue lapped at her tender flesh again, painting with broad strokes, circling and then parting her folds.

"Oh," Jasmine sighed as her legs twitched.

Her hand brushed Evan's smooth length and she grasped him. He growled softly in response, nuzzling her neck. She sighed, savoring the light rasp of his stubble, his hot, labored breath against her skin.

With a smooth motion, she worked Evan's cock. Roused by her attentions, he braced himself and leaned over her, kissing her breast, then nibbling, then pulling at her taut flesh with his teeth. The two of them were almost too much. If she'd thought the first time was amazing, well, that couldn't hold a candle to this. She never imagined what it would be like to have them both devour her.

Then Luke's mouth closed over her clit, and he gave a hard suck. She squeaked, her eyes going wide. But before her fevered mind could put any words together, he slid his fingers inside her. Evan raised his head from her chest and latched onto her mouth with urgency. His hand clasped her breast, squeezing, bruising. Captured, she squirmed as his tongue invaded her, his fingers grasping her soft flesh.

Luke flitted across her clit while he applied suction, and Evan's kiss only deepened. Her back strained as her shoulders and hips pushed against the bed. With Luke's fingers flexing inside her, messaging against just the right spot, and his mouth working its magic, her nerves lit up with surging pleasure.

"My God," she cried out as the wave of orgasm crashed through her. She gasped, breaking Evan's hold on her, gripping Luke's hair in her fist. "Oh. Fuck me."

Luke raised his head and braced on her thighs. "Is that an order?" He grinned.

"I—wasn't—" She glanced at Evan, breathless, then back at Luke. "Yes, I think so," she finished, cheeks radiating from afterglow and embarrassment.

Evan's eyes gleamed as he looked at Luke. "Then we have no choice but to oblige."