Polished (10 page)

“I would have heard if you’d been killed. At least the police would have had the balls to contact me.”

“Don’t start, Dad. Please,” Jack mumbled. The words weren’t meant for his father to hear. Even if they had been, they wouldn’t have done any good.

“So, are you interested in the damage report?”

“They couldn’t possibly have inspected the tunnel already.”

“Fuck the tunnel. I’m talking about the damage to our company’s reputation. Haven’t you read the paper? They want our fucking heads.”

Jack had avoided the TV and the newspapers since the night before. He’d staved off the harsh light of reality as long as he could. There was still a bit of a smile on his lips when he thought about his pancake breakfast with Rory and Spencer.

“Jack! Are you there?”

“I’m here, Dad.”

“Take a trip over to the mayor’s office and see if you can get a meeting with him.”

“I’m really not up to it, Dad.” That old horny goat would lick his chops at the prospect of having Jack owe him a favor. So far he’d managed to limit Daniels to mere innuendo. It was difficult to believe his father meant for it to go any further than that, but Jackson Rothman had such a reputation for ruthlessness that even his own son wasn’t sure if anything was beyond his limits.

“Listen, if we don’t get a handle on this before it gets out of control we’ll be digging out of this shit for years. The city council is going to launch an investigation and they may even sue us. We need to know the mayor is in our corner.”

“Why don’t you go over there, then?”

“Jack, we both know why you’re the better man for the job.”

Jack’s stomach turned. “I…just can’t today.”

“Don’t put it off. Oh, and that union guy you were with down there. Do whatever you need to do to keep in his good graces. We don’t need a lawsuit backed by the damned local 79 on top of everything else.”

“Fine, Dad.”

“Why don’t you invite him out to the house in the Hamptons? Show him a good time and offer him some cash to keep him happy.”

A weekend hanging with Spencer and Rory on the beach? Jack could think of worse things. “Whatever you say.”

“Soon, Jack.”

“Yes. I heard you. Soon.”

“And you’ll take care of the mayor?”

“I told you I would.” Jack sighed. “But right now I have to go. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” He pressed the End button and chucked his cordless phone onto the couch. It bounced off and skittered across the floor. Two minutes later it was ringing again.

Jack let it go to voice mail. He stood frozen, fuming, needing a distraction. In the middle of the afternoon on a Tuesday there wouldn’t be many people around to help provide a detour for his mood. There was the waitress he’d hooked up with on Friday night. She had a perfectly spankable ass and tits that weren’t strangers to nipple clamps, but he’d realized only five minutes after they’d finished that their conversation was even flatter than her stomach. Her belly ring had been the most interesting thing she had to talk about.

That horribly empty feeling in his gut—it needed filling if even for a few hours. What about the hot guy who shared a cab with him uptown from the Bowery? He’d gotten the guy’s number and a promise to make it worth his while if he called. Something told him that the blowjob on the other end of those ten digits wasn’t going to do the trick either.

Jack huffed in frustration and flopped onto his custom-made beige velvet sofa. Nothing was going to take his mind off the looming pile of shit his father was going to make him shovel. The whole thing made him so angry he wanted to…to get the fuck out of there and start fresh. He wanted to start fresh on his own terms.

The truth was he was stuck for as long as he was his father’s son. As long as he was tied to Rothman Development he’d do Jackson’s bidding. But fuck it—not today. He kicked his feet up on the sofa and tried to get comfortable, shifting and stirring to no avail. How had he gotten to sleep so peacefully last night? Well, there was that very interesting bedtime story he found among the scattered textbooks. Imagining his new friends getting it on in the next room was a nice help too. Good thing it was his left shoulder that had been injured. His free hand was still available for the necessities, like cooking and writing and slipping in a good stroke session thinking about Spencer pressed up against Rory’s supple ass.

Alone in his condo, a safe distance between them, Jack allowed himself to imagine being in the middle of their writhing bodies. It wouldn’t have been the first threesome he’d had, or even the fifth for that matter. But he actually liked both of them, a lot. So as far as he was concerned, they were off-limits. Even if the challenge called to him like a breathy whisper in the back of his mind, there were lines and boundaries he needed to respect, if not for his own sake, then for theirs.

* * *

Rory’s studying was going well. A week hitting the books and she was starting to feel confident. Spencer, on the other hand, grew more and more restless by the day. He trickled his lips down Rory’s neck and landed on her shoulder where the old T-shirt she was wearing had slipped down. She felt him inhale deeply, the intake of breath sweeping cool past her skin. “Mmm…you smell delicious,” he said, and took a playful bite.

“Ow!” Rory squealed. He licked the spot and slipped his hand into her panties. In the summer heat, this was her daily uniform around the house. Spencer’s T-shirts and her cotton boy-shorts.

“Mmmm…” It never took much to get her to purr. Now she was stretching her legs wide on the chair as he bent over her from behind. “You know, if you’re not careful you’ll topple over.” Rory glanced down as he balanced most of his weight on his good leg. It had been almost two weeks and he’d graduated to an air cast.

“Sit on my lap then,” Spencer replied.

She tried to be responsible. “I really need to study.”

“Who’s stopping you?” he whispered and started making gratuitous circles around her clit.

“You are a bad influence,” she complained, easing out of her desk chair and letting him take her place. He patted his thighs, and Rory noticed how his cock was already tenting the canvas-colored cargo shorts he wore.

“Don’t mind me. I won’t get in your way, I promise.” He grinned, patting his lap again. “Come on and sit down.”

Rory huffed. She’d never win this battle—not that she wanted to, really. Once seated, she made a thin attempt to start reading again. Spencer’s fingers were resuming their own lesson plan on her clit.

“Did you know Kinsey found that forty-six percent of males had been stimulated both heterosexually and homosexually in the course of their adult life?” Rory turned to Spencer with a raised eyebrow.

Spencer stopped cold and stared back at her with a look of confusion—and something else too.

“If you’re going to
help
me study, you’ve got to know what I’m reading, right?” She placed her hand on top of his and encouraged him to continue working his magic. “Here’s what qualifies as stimulation: masturbating in front of another male, fondling another male, being fondled by another male…” Rory rolled her hips on Spencer’s granite erection and moaned a bit in appreciation for it. Her reading was usually quite clinical, dryly recording facts and figures in order to fully understand the findings of Kinsey’s famed studies. She prided herself on her professionalism. Still, a little fun never hurt anyone. “They could have been stimulated by a thought, a fantasy about a neighbor or a coworker.”

Spencer rubbed her more furiously and planted his mouth on her neck, licking and sucking her skin with short, hot breaths in between. Rory was plenty stimulated, creating a soppy mess in her panties. She imagined the damp spot she’d leave on Spencer’s pants. She twisted her body, placing her face inches from his as he kissed her neck. “Other male respondents experimented with fellatio on at least one occasion.” Her fingers fluttered to his mouth and she pushed past his plumped bottom lip. When he sucked the two of them slowly to the knuckle, Rory thought she would come right there on the spot. She blew out the words, “Oh, baby, that is so sexy.”

He seemed encouraged and sucked them farther into his mouth, running his tongue back and forth along the sensitive underside of her first two digits. She pulled them out and realized she’d been holding her breath. Pushing them into his warm mouth again, she let out a long, pleased sigh. Spencer resumed rubbing her clit in indulgent circles, rendering her voice merely a raspy whisper. “Stimulation to the point of ejaculation was achieved in the majority of the respondents.” He wrapped his lips around her fingers and hollowed his cheeks. Rory felt her pussy clench. She shuddered as a wave of arousal flowed through her body and dripped from her cunt.

Suddenly ravenous, she popped off his lap and tore at his zipper. His cock couldn’t get into her mouth fast enough. Spencer pushed up from the chair, seeking the back of her throat with his swollen bulb. Rory gladly sucked him in, offering whatever he wanted. With a fist full of her hair, he rode her mouth to his own release, coming in hot spurts as she swallowed his familiar elixir.

“Whew, damn…” Spencer held her face with both hands and studied it a while before kissing her hard on the mouth. “That was…”

“Hot,” Rory offered.

Spencer nodded. “Yeah, hot.”

Rory smiled. “But now I really need to study. Give me two more hours and you’ll have me for the rest of the night, I promise.”

He cocked his head at her with a stern fix of his jaw. “Two hours. I’ll be checking the clock, Ror.”

“Two hours. Now out!”

He raised his hands in retreat. “OK, OK. I guess I’ll have to find something to do with myself…for two hours.”

She swatted his hip and he used the desk to help himself get up.

“Call me if you need anything,” she said as he limped to the door. She felt kind of bad leaving him to his own devices, but her final exam loomed whether she was ready or not. Playtime was just going to have to wait.

The house phone rang just as she traded her desk for the couch. With her feet on the coffee table she chewed her pencil and listened with mild interest as Spencer picked up.

“Hey, Jack. How’s the shoulder?” Spencer said.

She watched the wide grin bloom on Spencer’s face as he listened to Jack’s response. Her book dropped absently to her lap and she leaned forward as her focus shifted toward the one-sided conversation.

“Yeah, it’s better. Just tired of feeling like a gimp, you know?” He laughed. “She’s great. Studying like a maniac. Last test is on Friday.” He laughed again. “Yeah, you could say that.”

Rory crinkled her brow, wondering what Jack could be saying about her.

“Hmm. That sounds like a good plan. Let me check with her.” He nodded, all teeth flashing through his wide grin. “You have no idea, dude. Just a sec.” With his hand covering the receiver, Spencer turned his attention to Rory. “Jack is going to the Hamptons for the weekend for some kind of sailing regatta. He wants to know if we want to come.”

Rory had visions of watching gorgeous sailboats from a sun-drenched beach with a glass of chardonnay and the breeze tangling her hair. Hell yes, she wanted to go to the Hamptons for the weekend. She nodded excitedly. If she was honest with herself, there was another reason for the prickles of anticipation at the back of her neck.

“Yeah, Jack. We’re in.” Spencer was saying into the receiver. “Just text me the details.” Another laugh and Spencer sighed. “I’m getting there. Should have this cast off in another few weeks.”

Rory focused on the weightless tone in his voice, the lilting sound of genuine delight. It was becoming apparent that Jack Rothman energized Spencer in a way she’d never witnessed with anyone else. As her heart beat a little faster, she couldn’t deny that Jack had the same effect on her. It was a curious phenomenon, one that sharpened her senses and kept her eyes fixed on Spencer’s every move.

“OK, you do the same.” He nodded. “Yeah, should be a good time. Thanks for inviting us…got it. Later.”

When he’d hung up, Rory’s eyebrows were pinched into a deep furrow. “You didn’t ask him what I should bring to wear.”

“We’re going to the beach. Wear a bathing suit.”

Rory rolled her eyes. “You are so clueless sometimes.” She held out her hand and wiggled her fingers. “Give me the phone. I’ll ask him.”

He shrugged and handed her the phone, plopping down on the sofa next to her. She leaned on his substantial chest and dialed *69 to call back the last number. Spencer played with her hair as she listened for the ring, winding one of her wavy locks round and round his finger with an amused look on his face. By the time Jack answered, Spencer’s fingers had wandered to her nipple.

She put her hand over the receiver. “Stop, Spencer. I’m on the phone.”

“Rory?” Jack said. The way he said her name snapped her attention right back to him.

“Hi, Jack. I wanted to thank you for the invitation.” For the moment, Spencer stilled with her nipple captured softly between his thumb and index finger.

“You’re so welcome. I’m really looking forward to it.”

“Me too.” Suddenly Spencer squeezed her nipple and she squealed with the bright flare of tingles that flashed through her breast. “Stop it, you brute!” Rory said between gritted teeth, glaring at Spencer. As hard as she tried, it was hard to keep the giggle out of her voice.

“What’s he doing to you, Ror? Sounds like you need some help,” Jack said, with a tinge of curiosity in his voice.

“Spencer is being a bad boy,” Rory responded, frozen to the sight of Spencer’s beckoning mouth as it hovered over her newly exposed breast. She sighed, having momentarily forgotten all about why she’d placed the call.

“Tell me what he’s doing.” Jack’s voice had turned gritty and blunt.

Rory’s pussy quivered with the outright strength of his command. For a second she felt compelled to answer him, truthfully, without shame or embarrassment, as Spencer ran his tongue in a teasing circle around her areola. She bit her lip to keep the words inside her mouth.

“Rory, are you there?”

The spell was broken. “I wanted to know what I should bring to wear.” It was a funny question, since Spencer was in the midst of doing what he could to undress her.