Lynne's Love Triangle (3 page)

He watched her take a tiny, ladylike bite and chew. If only it was his cock she was gnawing on. He could only imagine her wet tongue licking his fully erect cock. Hoo boy, his penis was back to full mast. How much more torment could his body take?

Lynne swallowed. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately and I’ve decided...” She paused for effect. “I want a man for Christmas. Someone tall, dark, handsome, who looks like a young Elvis and has an extra-long cock.”

“Holy cow. Are you fucking serious?” Her words had sliced his heart open–he was bleeding all over the floor and she didn’t even notice. His cock wilted. What she was asking for was completely opposite of him. He was blond, blue-eyed, and didn’t look a thing like Elvis.

God, her words cut him as clean as a knife. Lynne didn’t want him. She wanted someone who looked like Elvis, was tall, dark, and handsome, and he was the opposite of her Christmas wish.

Kurt scooted further into his corner of the truck cab. He could dye his blond hair dark, no problem, but he’d never be tall or handsome. Most women thought he was cute in the boy next door kind of way. They loved his dimples, both on his cheeks and his butt, but he wasn’t fool enough to consider himself handsome.

He was well-blessed in the cock department; thick, but not terribly long. Once, during a fun night, his girl at the time had measured him, and he was three and a half inches around. However, his six-inch length was considered average. Before he decided to be celibate, the women he’d dated told him he knew how to pleasure a woman–he always hit the right spots. No one left unsatisfied.

No matter how hard he tried, he’d never be Elvis, or her fantasy.
Suck it up, you’re a grown man
.

“Uh…pretty amazing fantasies you have there, Lynne. What if I could make it come true?”
Just shoot me.
He’d never live through a night knowing some other man was doing her when he was the one who’d ached for her as long as he could remember.

She put her hand on his knee and squeezed. “I have every confidence in you. You know exactly what I want and the type of man I’m looking for. I have no doubt my bff will come through for me.”

Oh, he was going to come all right. If he had to beg, plead, roll on the floor, and pant like a damn dog, he was going to come for her. One of these days, she’d realize how much he loved and wanted her.

Chapter Three

This time of year, parking was a nightmare in downtown Nashville, and the fact it was a Friday night didn’t make it any better. The streets were full of tourists in baggy khaki shorts, ragged T-shirts with stupid sayings on them, cowboy hats, and cheap boots.

The bare trees lining the streets were wound with white twinkle lights, and the old fashioned light poles were decorated with wreaths and big red bows. Windows of storefronts were decorated for the holidays, trying to catch the tourist’s eyes. It was only four weeks until Christmas.

Kurt dropped Lynne off in front of the Orchid Lounge and took off to find a parking spot. Like most capital cities, downtown Nashville was full of high-rise buildings and parking was at a premium. He was incredibly thoughtful to not force her to walk several city blocks in her high-heeled boots. They were cute, but not made for walking.

Lynne stood on the sidewalk watching the taillights of his F-150 disappear around the corner to find a parking spot.

Kurt was such a sweet guy.

Sweet, but dense.

His face had practically melted when she told him what she wanted for Christmas. Part of her wanted to kiss him until he cried “uncle,” and part of her wanted to smack him on the back of his head. She had come this close to telling him to straighten up. Dress up as Elvis and fuck her. It would be fun.

But instead the goof just looked at her heartbroken and offered to find her an Elvis.

How could he be so blind? She’d had the hots for him since she’d spotted him in the back of her class the first day of his Freshman year. Yes, he was just a kid then, but he already had the body of a full grown man.

Damn him, he’d never noticed how she felt about him. She was his best bud and nothing more. Talk about clueless, Kurt was as dense as a damn rock.

What did she have to do to get his attention? It was getting a little cool or she might have tried stripping and dancing naked in the street. Of course she’d probably get arrested for lewd and lascivious behavior.

Lynne sighed and strolled into the lounge. The place was packed, but she lucked out and found a table for two in a dark corner. She’d worn one of Kurt’s favorite outfits and underneath was her tiniest thong and no bra. Her nipples poked through the thin material of her tight white T-shirt and rubbed against her vest. Her plan was to unbutton the vest when Kurt appeared and give him a good view of her chest. She pressed the palm of her hand to her breast until her nipples were tight and swollen pushing through the thin cotton shirt.

She’d probably pushed him too far tonight with her remarks about Elvis and a big cock. There wasn’t a thing wrong with the size of Kurt’s tool. More than once, she’d seen his cock grow and harden against the front of his button-fly jeans. It had to hurt when he was so aroused and his jeans were so tight. He was probably just the right size for her. It was never the size of man’s cock that mattered, but how he used it.

She’d spent many a night lying awake, thinking about his dick and how wonderful it was going to feel when he slipped it inside of her. She shuddered at the imagery in her mind. She could almost feel his fingers teasing her clit while he slid a couple of fingers into her wet channel.

When she’d kissed him earlier in the evening, his shaft had pushed against her tummy and his size and heat had her on the verge of coming.

Dumb shit hadn’t even figured it out yet. She wanted him with all her heart, but she’d have to jump his bones before he got it.

She’d been touching him more often, rubbing against his arm whenever possible, kissing him tonight like she meant it. And, she had meant it. She ached for him. How much more blatant could she get without coming right out and asking him to fuck her.

Lynne shivered. Maybe she should just blurt out she wanted him. Every time he was around, she soaked her panties. Her nipples were constantly on the alert, begging for his mouth and tongue. She couldn’t go on much longer like this.

The easiest way to get his attention might be to take the caveman approach and knock him along side the head and haul him into her bedroom. Drastic, but effective.

Lynne kept her eyes on the doorway, which was soon filled with his broad, muscular body. He was gorgeous. He took off his black Stetson, ran a hand through his medium-length blond hair, and searched the room for her. He found her right away and caught her eye with a playful wink.

“I love you,” Lynne whispered. The room was so loud no one paid any attention. Kurt worked his way through the motley crowd and took a seat next to her.

“Did you order any drinks yet, hon?”

“No one’s been around, and I wasn’t sure what you wanted to drink.” Her shoulders moved up and down, and Kurt’s eyes followed the rise and fall of her breasts. Lynne eased the buttons of her vest open, casually pushing the fabric out of the way letting him have a good look. Her nipples were hard and prominent enough he had to notice.

She bit her lip to keep from smiling when he tripped over his own boots and flopped into the only other chair at their table. “Find a spot for the truck?”

“Yep, only a block away, too. I’m just lucky I guess.”

Whoopee! Talk about scintillating conversation.

She took his chin in her hand, pulled his face to hers, and planted a soft kiss on his lips. Kurt eyebrows disappeared into the strands of hair flopped over his forehead.

“What?” she asked. “Don’t you like my kisses? Do I have bad breath?”

“No, I know you’re just teasing me.” He shook his head, and one of his hands disappeared under the table. She let go of his chin and turned away so he wouldn’t how much he’d hurt her. She gave him enough time to adjust himself and turned back. “When does the floor show start?”

Kurt checked his watch. “Couple of minutes. I guess you’re impatient to pick out your Christmas gift, huh?”

Lynne was tempted to kick his shin, but she restrained herself. “Yeah, I guess.” If he said one more thing about Elvis and her Christmas wish, she was going to do exactly what she’d hinted; she’d pick out a man and let Kurt wonder what was going on in her bedroom.

The emcee stepped up to the microphone and tapped it. Silence filled the previously noisy bar. A high-pitched squeal filled the air, and she covered her ears. The emcee grabbed the microphone out of the stand and began walking up and down the in front of the crowd. “I know y’all are waiting for the first Elvis. Sorry, but there was a mistake in last week’s newspaper.”

The mood in the bar changed. Lynne’s heart fell to her tummy. Damn. She was really looking forward to seeing all the Elvises and wondered if they should head for the door before a riot started.

“Nah. I’m just kiddin’. They did make an error though. We’ll be having at least four Elvis impersonators every night, and at the end of the show, the audience will pick the best of the bunch. That Elvis will go on against the four next week, and again the audience will pick the best of those five. The final night will be the most fun because the audience will pick the best of the lot. So be sure you’re all back every Sat night until December 24
^th
–the last and final night.

“Now, let’s put our hands together for our first contestant, Rick Concord. Rick works for a local car dealership, and he has a dream to own his own cake shop one day. His favorite hobby is to bake up delicious sweet treats and confections, so on his days off you might find him taste testing something chocolate or whipping up a crème brulée.”

No kidding!

A tall, heavyset man entered stage left and slipped a CD in the player. It was obvious from his outfit and size, Rick was going for the aging, heavier Elvis.

Music blasted from two six-foot speakers and nearly knocked Lynne’s shoes off. “Not good, but loud…” she was just shy of yelling in Kurt’s ear.

Kurt nodded and patted her hand. “Don’t give up, honey. We’ll find you the perfect Elvis.”

Oh goody
. She’d really stuck her big foot in her mouth this time. She didn’t want Elvis. She wanted Kurt. How could she get out of this?

“Teddy Bear isn’t one of my favorite songs, and this guy sucks,” Lynne grumbled.

Kurt squeezed her hand affectionately and slipped an arm around her shoulder. He moved his chair closer to hers, and Lynne smiled. He seemed to be hovering more than usual tonight. Maybe asking for Elvis for Christmas was a good idea after all.

The screeching slug dressed in white leather and sweating like a pig hit a high note that ended the song.

What a relief
.
Thank heaven.

For a minute there, she’d been afraid he’d never end the misery.

Everyone clapped politely, but no catcalls or whistles for poor, old Rick.

“Our next contestant is Max Sidler. Max is from Texas and only recently moved to Tennessee.” The emcee held out a hand and yelled at the crowd, “Please welcome Max!”

Lynne scooted forward on the edge of her seat. Now here was a man who could ease her panties off with a smile. Young and sexy as hell, he was a near perfect Elvis from his youth, dressed in long, tight slacks called “peggers,” a thin, black leather belt, white jacket, and black silk shirt. He was drop-dead gorgeous. Her mother would die if she was in the audience. Too bad Mom was in the Caribbean and couldn’t be reached.

Then he opened his mouth to sing, and she winced.

“Whadda ya think?” Kurt tipped his head toward the stage. “Is he the one?”

She shook her head. Max was cute, but couldn’t sing worth a darn and his cock was nothing to shout about.

“’Kay, maybe the next one will be him.”

“Yeah, maybe.” She’d made a major mistake and couldn’t figure out how to get out of the mess. A thought flitted thorough the corner of her mind. What about a ménage? If Kurt would go for a three-way, she’d finally get at least a taste of what he had to offer, and she could have Elvis, too.

Kurt would never know how much she loved him, but she might be able to try to show him.

She gestured, and Kurt leaned in close. “How about sharing Elvis? How do you feel about a ménage? Would you like to join the event for the memories?”

“Never thought about it, but I’m open to try anything once.” He shifted in his seat, and she was tempted to drop her hand into his lap and check out his true reaction to her suggestion.

“I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. Would you like to watch or participate?”

“Uh…what's with you, Lynne? Are you serious. What do you want? True confessions?”

“Hell yes. If you want it all—you’re going to have to come out and say something. Otherwise, you’ll be on the outside looking in and something tells me you’re getting tired of looking. Am I right?” She was feeling pretty brave tonight. Must be all the people around giving her courage.

Someone in the audience shushed them, and he turned to give the guy a piece of his mind, but Lynne put a hand on his forearm and squeezed. He turned back to her. “What?”