Lynne's Love Triangle (13 page)

The office phone rang. She recognized the number immediately, and her heart fell to the floor. It was the last man she felt like talking to right now. It was her boss.

* * * *

“Hey, Lynne. Go ahead and shut the door and have a seat.”

She did as he asked.

“I have heard rumors about a certain teacher’s extra-curricular activities.”

“Yes?” She swallowed hard, hoping to God that she wasn’t about to have a conversation with her boss about her sex life.

“We’ve been getting complaints about you, from the parents. It seems there is a video circling the web, with you as the star.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Chatsworth.” She wished this all would go away. She didn’t want this kind of attention—didn’t need this kind of attention. “The kids aren’t complaining?”

“No, but several patrons and donators to our school don’t feel you are morally qualified to act as a role model for the students here.”

“What? What are you talking about? I’m a good teacher.”

“I know, Lynne, but they have said if I don’t do something about this, they may withdraw their promises to fund the library expansion.”

“No one cares about those kids like I do.”

“Just the same, I’m afraid I have to let you go. I’ll need you to pack up your office and go home.”

“How long do I have?” She was in too much shock to think.

“Half an hour. The receptionist will take your key when you’re done.”

“I’ll need longer than that. I’ve been here six years,” she said sullenly, knowing there was nothing she could do to change his mind. Nothing she could say to defend herself from this.

“Just be out as soon as you can.”

She nodded and got up to leave. Her world came crashing down around her, but she managed to hold off the tears until she left the office.

* * * *

Lynne lay on her bed unwilling to get up. The phone rang endlessly. She knew who it was. He had been calling all weekend, but she didn’t care. Her career was ruined. Her life was over. She didn’t want to see anyone. The answering machine picked up with a sharp beep.

“Lynne, are you there? It’s me. We need to talk. Pick up if you are there.” Kurt’s deep voice paused as if he were waiting. “I’m worried about you. Call me, okay?” Click. The answering machine went dead.

She wished he’d drop dead.

Why on earth would he think she would want to see him after—after what happened?

After what he had done to her? At least she thought it was Kurt. He took the DVD home to copy it for her. Of course he kept a copy for himself. He probably broadcast a copy on Facebook to brag about his sexual conquest to all of his friends.

Or it could have been Troy.

How well did she really know him? He had a copy of the event. He never promised not to share it with everyone in the world. She never asked, but in her defense, she didn’t think she had to.

She was such an idiot to have encouraged them to video it.

What was she thinking? She had no idea which man had betrayed her, but there was only one way to find out.

She was going to have to confront them both. Then she would know which of them had betrayed her trust, and looking into the whites of their eyes might give her some insight as to why they would hurt her so badly.

She would have to meet them both, and it would be on her terms and her turf.

She was angry. And mad as hell.

Nobody was going to make a fool of Lynne Hughes and get away with it.

Nobody.

And that included the men she loved and who claimed to adore her.

* * * *

“Lynne, what’s he doing here?” Kurt folded his arms sullenly and stopped as soon as he got halfway into her living room.

“Yeah, what gives? I thought you said you wanted to talk to me. You didn’t say Kurt would be here.”

“Stop acting like a jealous, petty child. Shut up for a minute.”

Both men stared each other down like they wanted to kill. The tension was so thick in the room, you could cut it with a knife.

“It’s because of you that I’m going through the worst time of my life.”

“Huh?”

“What are you talking about, Lynne?”

“One of you ruined my life, and I want to know which one did it.”

“Did what?”

“What’s going on?”

“Oh, don’t give me a load of crap. You know what I mean. People are coming up to me in public places—my students think—do you have any idea what it’s like to have strange men look at you like you’re a porn star?”

“Lynne, calm down.”

“No, I’m not done yet. One of you two lost me my job.”

“Shit. What the fuck happened?”

“The video got out on the web, and everyone I know and don’t know has seen it. The parents of my students asked for my resignation.”

“Lynne, I never would have hurt you on purpose.”

“I never would have taped it if I knew what would happen.”

“I think I know how this happened though. About a week ago my computer got a virus. I think someone got in behind the firewall and stole my personal information.”

“You didn’t do this on purpose?” She shook her head in disgust. Her head said to make them suffer, but her heart told her that he was telling the truth. “Do you have any idea what you put me through. I have had one of the most humiliating days of my life.”

“I didn’t even know it happened.” He looked remorseful, but was he really? What would he do in order to make it up to her. She should put him through hell right now. Heaven knew he deserved it.

“Do you want me to kick his ass for you?” Kurt cracked his knuckles moving toward his target. “I am going to enjoy this.”

“No wait. Don’t hurt him. I don’t want you to kick his ass.”

After all the things she'd been through lately, the last thing she should be thinking about was sex. But being a sensualist, her brain insisted on turning from the horror of the last few days to the pleasure of sexual release.

Speaking of humiliation...perhaps it was time the boys suffered some themselves. Then maybe they'd understand what she was going through.

A wicked notion pushed it's way to the front of her mind. What if she asked them to do something they would never consider. Would they do it to keep her? Would they do it to make her happy? “I've decided instead of kicking his ass you should kiss it.”

“What?”

“Lynne, I don’t understand.”

“You can’t be serious!”

“I am deadly serious. Kiss and make up. Or both of you can leave right now.

“I am tired of your pettiness and your arguing. I've been made a fool of while you boys have enjoyed the notoriety. It’s time you do something to make up for the treatment I've suffered. I want you to pleasure each other while I watch. So, get to it. Kiss each other or kiss me good-bye. ”

“But Lynne, I’m not into that. You know I’m not gay.”

“I've made up my mind. It’s either kiss or go home."

“Well, count me out. I’m going home.” Kurt was pissed. There would be no reasoning with him, unless it came down to the worst possible outcome. He stomped towards the door.

“If you walk out the door, then I never want to see you again.” She could feel her heart flutter in response to the ultimatum. It was a bold move, but the boys had to get along or this thing between them would never work. “Ever.”

Kurt paused with his hand on the doorknob, and Lynne smiled to herself knowing she had won this battle.

Chapter Nine

Kurt’s blood boiled in his veins. To say he was pissed would be an understatement. No one liked to be forced to do something they didn’t like, but kissing another man? It ranked right up there with cleaning the toilet. The only fucking reason he would consider it was he didn't want to lose Lynne. He turned and stared Troy down. “Fine. Let’s get this shit over with. I mean, how bad can it be?”

Troy didn’t look like he was in a much better mood. His brown eyes glared icy daggers as he strode towards him with a fierce purposefulness that almost scared Kurt. His hands pressed against the wall, locking Kurt in unwanted embrace. Lips locked pressing against each other in equal fury. Kurt pressed back just as hard. It was unnerving how hard the other man’s body was. He felt every line, every sinuous muscle, and that brief touch made something of his hard, too. Why the fuck kissing another guy should be a turn on confused the fuck out of him, but it did. Quickly they pulled back simultaneously. Kurt wiped the offending kiss away with one sleeve. His breath came in heavy pants, and his heart raced with adrenaline.

“Now you can’t call that a kiss! That was more like a peck.” Lynne smiled widely as she goaded them further. “I'm sure you can do better.”

“I know someone I’d love to kiss more,” Kurt replied, but he had not ever expected to enjoy kissing Troy as much as he had.

“Not until after you kiss him again. A real one this time.”

“Fuck you.” Kurt growled at Troy.

“No, fuck you,” Troy replied in a throaty needy voice that managed to turn Kurt on.
This was getting totally weird.

Kurt wanted to be the one in control for this kiss. He grabbed Troy’s face, anchoring his hands behind his head and pulling him in for the kiss, growling low in his throat, but Troy surprised him with his much more mellow reaction.

He expected the same hard unforgiving line of defense and met soft, full lips that parted against his. Curious, his tongue spiked inside Troy’s lips meeting no resistance Wet. Silky. Sweet and spicy. A man shouldn’t taste so damn good. He wanted more of him. Much more than a simple kiss. More than he was asked. More than he should be wanting.

He was straight. Damn it!

His dick wasn’t listening. It was running full speed ahead, ready for action. His hips did the bump and grind against the other man’s hard cock. Troy groaned, and Kurt felt the tiny fluttering of hundreds of butterflies through his stomach and circle up into his chest.

He had denied it, for so long, but he wanted Troy ever since he saw him in his super hot, white sequin Elvis jumpsuit. Naked and fucking his woman. The friend he loved for all this time was getting a huge dick shoved up her pussy, and he was jealous. He recognized the feeling, but he always thought it was because of her when it really wasn’t. He wanted a piece of the action. His hidden desire he pushed deep within him was to feel Troy’s monster cock wriggling up his ass.

Kurt pulled back long enough to ask, “Damn it, do you fuck as well as you kiss?”

“Wanna find out?” Troy emphasized his point with a thrust of his pelvis.

Hot breath fanned Kurt’s face. Heat flooded his body, and a pressure built in his stomach. His dick was near painful. Aroused. Hard. He wanted to be fucked by a man, but he didn’t want to admit it. He bit his bottom lip.

Lynne didn’t wait for his response. She clued into his body’s reaction. “Now that’s something that would be worth watching! Hot damn, I’m getting the popcorn. Don’t be afraid to get started without me!”

“Shall we move to the bedroom?” Troy’s lips curled up in a lopsided grin. The question was more out of courtesy than something he actually expected a response to. His warm hand gripped Kurt’s much smaller wrist and led him to Lynne’s bedroom.

The bedroom opened to a fluffy bed, decorated in shabby chic. Overstuffed down pillows sat on top of a fluffy white down comforter. Troy pulled back the white silk sheets and pushed him down onto them. They met his skin smooth as satin and cool to the touch.

Troy helped him off with his clothes and boots. He lifted his butt, to help him remove his pants and his underwear, freeing his shaft from the restraint of his clothes. He pushed him down, and kissed him again. Drugging him with his kiss. The feel of his skin against skin.

Troy undressed, and Kurt watched. His desire only fueled by the man in front of him. His unbuttoned shirt revealed wide, broad muscled shoulders, not an ounce of fat on the man. His rock hard and finely chiseled abs gave new meaning to the word six-pack.

And that prick.

Holy fuck.

The son of a bitch had a cock any man or woman would be drooling over. He reached out to touch it, stroking the smooth skin, and Troy’s calloused hand covered his. Holding it more firmly on his dick. “You can’t touch it like some virgin. You got to do it just like you would do yourself.”

Kurt stared long and hard into his impenetrable brown eyes. He tightened his grip on Troy’s stiff dick. “You want to know what it’s like, don’t you? Never been fucked by a man before, have you?”

Kurt nodded. “Not yet.”

Concentrated popcorn and butter smell wafted into the room with Lynne. She held a small ceramic bowl in front of her. “Aww, you started without me!”

“Not the good stuff. We have quite a show planned for you.”

Lynne’s hands stroked her crotch. “Are you planning to suck or fuck? I am not sure ruining my life is worth a cock-sucking job.”

“But you’ll let it rest—forgive and forget—for a lube job?”

“Well, when you put it that way…”