Rock You Like a Hurricane: Stormy Weather, Book 1 (5 page)

“Enough shuffling. I think they’re thoroughly mixed.” Olivia snatched the cards from Jack’s hands and spread them facedown on the comforter.

“Eager for the games to begin?” Jack joked.

“You betcha.” Olivia grabbed up a card and held it to her chest without actually looking at it. At this point she’d made her pick and she wasn’t going to spend time worrying. Instead she watched intently as her two men picked their own cards. Greg glanced at the card and tossed it over, face up, revealing the ten of spades. There was no expression on his face, but somehow Olivia could feel the satisfaction radiating from him.

She turned her attention to Jack. He picked a card and gave a chuckle as he flipped the card over to reveal the king of hearts. “Sorry, old man, I guess you lose.”

Greg frowned. “Not necessarily. We still need to see our lady’s card.”

Olivia could feel herself warm at Greg’s reference to her as “their” lady. That was her one fervent wish, although she couldn’t for the life of her see how it was possible.

“Come on, Olivia, time to show your card.”

She lowered the card to the bed, not looking at the small piece of cardboard, but instead trying to read the faces of the two men before her. In unison they both smiled and she knew. She had the lowest card. Shifting her gaze to the bed she saw the eight of clubs.

“I guess you’re the winner.” Olivia smiled at Jack.

Jack rubbed his hands together. “What to ask, what to ask. Hmmm…”

The more he delayed, the more nervous she became. Initially she figured he’d be easier on her, especially after her conversation with Greg. But now, she was wondering if she completely misjudged both men.

“How did you and the professor here meet?” After all his posturing, she’d been expecting something a bit more…intrusive. Nevertheless, she wasn’t going to complain.

“He came in to the boutique where I work.”

Jack looked at Greg and smirked. “Shopping for some lingerie for yourself?”

Greg cleared his throat, displaying his obvious annoyance at Jack’s teasing. “Of course not.”

“At the time,” Olivia interrupted before the bickering could get going, “I thought he was picking something up for someone he was seeing.”

“And that wasn’t case?”

“No,” Greg said. “I frequent the coffee shop next door to her store. She’d come in a few times when I was there. I was struck by her beauty and the way she was always smiling. I followed her back to the shop one day and introduced myself.”

“I could tell he felt out of place there,” Olivia continued, getting into the spirit of things. “He was standing so stiff and trying so hard not to look too long at anything.”

“I didn’t want you to think I was a pervert.”

“Heaven forbid,” she teased. “Anyway, we talked for a bit and he asked me for my number. I figured since he was brave enough to come into the shop, the least I could do was be brave enough to give it to him. The rest is history.”

“Satisfied?” Greg asked with a sneer.

“Hardly, but it is interesting information.” Jack didn’t say anything further. Instead he gathered the cards and shuffled before spreading them out on the bed for the next round.

All three picked a card and this time Olivia won. Although she wanted to find out more about both men, she was suddenly shy to ask any questions. And she wasn’t sure which one she should query first. She didn’t want her pick to think he was more important than the other man to her. It didn’t seem as if having the highest card was much of a winner anymore.

“What first attracted you to me?”

The two men looked at each other and then both turned their attention to her. Neither spoke, however. Her attempt to be deliberately evasive wasn’t working too well. “It’s something I want to know from each of you.”

“Not how the game is played, my love. You set the rules, one question by the winner. You have to choose which one of us you want to answer.”

Greg’s damn logic and insistence of playing by the rules had her annoyed. She deliberately turned toward Jack. “Okay, I pick you. To answer the question,” she clarified.

“That’s easy. You’re beautiful, confident, self-assured, and of course, you said yes. How could I not want you?”

Olivia flushed at all the compliments. She cut her gaze over to Greg and saw he wasn’t looking too pleased. Keeping both her men happy was always a balancing act, but even more so when they were in the same room with each other.

“If you two are done with the mutual love-fest…”

“Don’t be mad.” Olivia laid her hand on Greg’s arm and gave a slight squeeze. “It’s going to be a long night. There will be plenty of time for you.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I plan to ensure there is.” Greg flipped over the three cards they’d used and instead of shuffling, swirled them around right on the comforter, mixing them thoroughly. He released a long-suffering sigh when Jack won the next flip as well.

“I guess I’m Mr. Lucky tonight.”

“Don’t count on it,” Greg muttered under his breath.

“Hush.” Olivia shot him her best “you better mind your manners” frown, but he didn’t much look like he cared. “What’s your question, Jack?”

“Okay, the last time Greggie and you fucked, how many times did he make come?”

Before she even thought about it, she popped out, “Do you mean during intercourse, or before and after?”

Greg gave a harsh bark of laughter. “Not exactly the answer you were expecting, huh?”

“Actually, sounds to me as if you couldn’t close the deal while you were inside her. Maybe even that you came before she did,” Jack pointed out.

Olivia immediately jumped to Greg’s defense. “He didn’t. I came during sex.”

Jack leaned forward, invading her personal space. “How many times is the question? Tell the truth, Liv, did he make you scream or was it just a tiny bitty one that barely counts?”

Oh my God
. The image he painted in her mind had her flushed and restless. Hell’s bells, if she were alone right now her hand would probably be down her pants at this very moment. Instead she was sitting there blinking and gasping for breath, wondering if she dared to answer him.

“Tell him, baby.” Greg’s voice was in her ear. “Tell us both about how hard and long you came on my cock.”

Olivia swallowed hard and closed her eyes before she spoke. “I didn’t scream, I couldn’t. It was so long and hard, I don’t know how long, all I know is that I was boneless after.”

The feel of a hard knuckle brushing over her hard-tipped nipples had her eyelids flashing open. “I think you like talking dirty,” Greg observed with a smirk.

“I…uh…” Olivia’s gaze slashed to Jack and she was surprised by the look in his eyes. Instead of the expected jealousy, desire and need was reflected there.

“In this instance I have to agree, Professor. Olivia likes to get down and dirty, don’t you, Liv?”

She licked her lips and nodded.

“I’ll file that away in my mental database. But now it’s time for round four.” Greg’s quick change had her reeling. Jack sat back while Greg mixed up the cards again. “Pick your cards.”

Olivia waited this time and allowed the two men to pick first. Jack didn’t even look at his card, just flipped over the one closest to him. The five of clubs had her breathing a sigh of relief. She had a better than fifty percent chance of picking a higher card. Greg took the card right in the middle of the pile, looked at it and shrugged.

“At least I beat the grease monkey,” he said as he revealed the seven of diamonds.

Olivia confidentially picked her card, once again flipping it over without looking at the card, judging the looks on their faces to figure out how she did. But instead of the disappointment she’d hoped for, they both began to smile. The three of diamonds winked back at her mockingly. “Not again,” she wailed.

“No, you have to answer
my
question this time.” Instead of Jack’s glee, Greg seemed almost disinterested. He rubbed his index finger over his chin as if in deep thought. “Tell me about the one thing Jack does in bed that just drives you wild.”

Olivia’s tongue felt as if it were stuck to the roof of her mouth. These guys were giving her no quarter, and what had originally been her method to learn more about them had been turned on its head.

“What makes you think it’s just one thing?” Jack asked.

“Actually I’m hoping you
at least
have one thing. If you don’t, I worry about you.”

Jack snorted. “I’ve got nothing to be concerned about, no need to worry about me.”

“Jack is great in bed…”

“Hear that?” Jack smiled. “I’m great.”

“But,” Olivia held up her hand to halt any further interruptions from the peanut gallery, “so are you. You’re both equally great in bed. I just wanted to get that out in the clear.”

“That wasn’t the question, my love,” Greg reminded her.

“I know.” Olivia was going to have such a head rush from all the blood pooling in her cheeks. “I’m working up to it.”

“Feeling shy?” Jack teasingly asked.

“A bit.”
Were they serious
? “Because I’m not sure there is an etiquette book out there that tells the proper way to talk about one lover to the other.”

“We don’t need etiquette. Just honesty. What does he do that you like?”

Olivia held Greg’s gaze. She wanted him to really hear what she was saying about him and about Jack. “Just so you know, I honestly to the core of me don’t feel like one of you is a better lover than other. Our sex lives aren’t similar. There are things you like to do I’ve never tried with Jack, and there are things Jack likes to do I’ve never tried with you.”

“You’re stalling,” Greg pointed out.

“I’m not… Okay,” Olivia took a deep breath to calm her racing nerves, before she continued, “Jack has an oral fixation.”

Greg eyes widened, but it was the only sign her words might have shocked. “Oral fixation.”

“She means eating pussy.”

“I know what she means.” Greg took a sip of his beer while eyeing Olivia, who felt like the biggest whore in all the land, which was really weird. “And you like the way he does it.”

Olivia didn’t feel slutty for having her lovers meet each other and discuss their sex lives with her. The part making her uncomfortable was the fact Greg now saw her in a different light. And that wasn’t what she wanted. Not at all. “Yes, not to say you’re not good at it, because you are. You’ve lost some hair yourself from me tugging so hard. I’m just saying, Jack really enjoys doing it, and his enthusiasm can be catchy.”

“Okay then.” Greg set the bottle down on the nightstand closest to him and picked up the cards. He shuffled quickly then laid them out again. “You know what to do,” he said, before reaching over and grabbing a card. Like last time he wasted no time flipping it over. This time it was the jack of hearts he pulled.

“That should have been my card,” the other man grumbled good-naturedly as he turned over his own card.

To Olivia’s amusement it was the two of clubs. “Hmmm, Jack beat by a jack, that’s going to leave a mark,” she teased over her beaus’ grumbles.

“Poetic, isn’t it?” Greg grinned.

“I don’t even feel the need to pull a card after that.”
A nice little bonus for her
.

“Don’t. I have a great question for Mechanic Mike.”

Jack arched an eyebrow. “You want to know what Olivia does in bed that drives me wild?”

“Not at all. I have another question all picked out for you.”

“Aww.” Olivia felt a moment of disappointment. She’d been boosting their egos all night. It would have been nice to hear how she rocked their world as well.

“Don’t worry, love.” Greg patted her leg. “I’m sure you’ll have plenty of time to get juicy stuff out of him. But for now, he’s mine.”

Jack didn’t like the sound of that at all. He’d been having a great time raking Greg over the coals and being an all-around annoying prick to the other man. He wasn’t looking forward to karma paying him a visit. Although he was a little hesitant about what the professor had in store for him, he just smiled and never let it show. “Hit me with it. What secret do you want to know about
moi
?”

“How long have you known you were bisexual?”

Jack’s mouth dropped open and he stared in stunned disbelief. Bi. Bisexual. Him. Oh no, never that. “For, ummm, about never.”

Greg pointed his beer at Jack. “You’re supposed to answer truthfully. Tell him, Olivia.”

“Well, you are, but I think he’s telling the truth.” She frowned and looked over at him, silently studying him with her eyes. “I mean, you’re not, are you?”

She had to ask? “Hell no.”

“Not that there’s anything wrong with that,” Liv said quickly, as if she were afraid of hurting his feelings if it wasn’t true. “I mean, you like who you like.”

“And I like pussy. Just pussy. Well, occasionally ass, but only if it’s neighbor to a pussy.”

Greg’s lips twitched as if he were having a hard time holding back a laugh. “I’m…” he cleared his throat before continuing, “…surprised to hear you say that.”

Jack frowned. “Why?”