The Anatomy of Jane (16 page)

“Brilliant,” Scarlet said in my ear as I pulled out the microphone and slammed the papers on the table. “What’s wrong?”

“One victim isn’t enough Scarlet! I want to pin this motherfucker to the ceiling,” I snapped, walking off the stage to my office.

“Max, you got him!” she said, keeping up with me.

“No. I didn’t.” Grabbing the water on my coffee table, I laid back on my couch and pulled my tie down. “She’s a prostitute. That’s all they will see when they tune in tomorrow. Governor MacDowell and his legal team of assholes will try and discredit everything she says. They will drown out one voice. But three, four, five? No! People will see what that monster is really like.”

“What is this vendetta you have against Governor MacDowell?” She sat down beside me and I shifted away slightly, which only made her sit more comfortably.

“He’s a liar and rapist; I don’t need a vendetta to go after a monster like him.”

“Fine, I’ll start calling around. Do you need anything?” She reached up to touch my face but I grabbed her wrist.

“I’m fine. I am just tired. I’ll head home for now,” I replied.

“Of course, I’ll have the car waiting. Goodnight, Maxwell,” she said, standing up and heading out the door. It felt like forever before my temples stopped aching. Sitting back up, I finished my water before grabbing my jacket and bag. I hated working on Saturdays, but I wanted to be the first one to break the news.

“Goodnight, Mr. Emerson.”

“Good show, sir.”

“It was excellent, sir, really. I can’t wait for Monday.”

I didn’t look them in the eye. I didn’t speak to anyone. I rode the elevator down by myself, closing my eyes as I leaned against the wall.

Fucking Governor…I wouldn’t even go there. Instead, I reached into my suit jacket, grabbing my phone. Just as I was about to call Wes, the devil himself called.

“Father,” I answered as the doors opened on the bottom floor.

“Your mother says you aren’t answering her calls?”

“I hadn’t realized she called. Please apologize on my behalf.”

“Maxwell.”

“Yes sir,” I answered, taking a seat in the back of the waiting car and throwing my things to the right of me.

“You are not a child any more. This—”

“If I am not a child, doesn’t that mean I can skip this lecture? I’ve had a rather long night.”

I could hear him deeply inhale.

“Your mother will be announcing her run in the coming days. I expect you to—”

“Find a beautiful woman to throw on my arm? Answer whenever you call? Do whatever you ask when you ask? Am I your child, or am I a puppet?”

“Nice talking to you,
son
.” He hung up and I threw the phone to the side. Leaning back into the seat, I glared out at the city streets.

My grandmother once told me we couldn’t pick the families we were born into for a reason. She had no idea what the reason was, but she was betting it was because half of us wouldn’t choose to be born. I knew that feeling, not wanting to be alive. It was because of him, Wes, that I—

“Sir, your phone.” The driver pulled me from my trance.

Looking over, sure enough, my phone was ringing, and it was him.

“What?” I said, even though I felt better.

“Saw the show. What do you want for dinner?”

Wes…

“Whatever. That pasta dish you made last time,” I said, remembering how he hated when I answered with ‘whatever’.

“Okay. See you soon?”

“Sooner than you think,” I replied, hanging up as the driver pulled to a stop at my building. I didn’t wait for him to come open the door. Instead, I grabbed my things and let myself out.

“Evening, Mr. Emerson,” the doorman said to me.

“Evening, Barry.” I nodded, moving to the elevator as my phone beeped. Scrolling through the emails, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that a woman also got in, but I didn’t bother looking up. I just waited for her to leave.

Yet she never did.

We rode up and up, until we were at Wes’ floor, and she still hadn’t gone when the doors opened on my floor.

“Penthouse Suite,” the automatic voice said. announcing the next floor.

“I think you missed your floor,” I told her, walking out.

“Mr. Emerson, when you’re on an elevator with a woman in a dress like this, it’s rude not to stare.”

That voice.

Turning back, I saw her standing there in a stunning little black dress that hugged all of her curves perfectly. Her hair was in waves falling right beside her breasts and her lips were colored cherry red. The red heels she had on made her smooth legs look endlessly long.

“Jane?” She looked so different. She’d gone from beautiful to sinful.

“I told you you’d know when I was trying to seduce you…well, not just you.” She shrugged, walking past me and toward the door. “Do me a favor and get my bag?”

God her ass looks incredible.

“Maxwell.”

“Huh?” I refocused on her face.

Her manicured hand pointed to the suitcase sitting in the elevator. “My bag.”

“Oh yeah. I got it,” I stuttered like a buffoon, grabbing the handle and following her inside.

“Doors opening,” the automatic voice said.

“That was fast—” He froze, staring right at her with the same expression I must have just had. “Wow.”

“You both should see what I have on under the dress.” She smirked, moving to the kitchen.

Wes looked to me and I was far too lost for words to even begin. I just rolled her luggage to the side of the stairs.

“Boys,” she called out. And like schoolboys, our heads snapped to her. She sat down after grabbing three glasses and a random bottle of wine. Uncorking it, she poured a glass for each of us. “Come here.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Wes whispered, already walking over to her. I couldn’t say anything because before I realized it I was standing right in front of her, too. She handed us both a glass.

“You both are attracted to me,” she said boldly. “I’m attracted to the both of you. Now I thought I could run away from you both but that failed. Then I thought I’d just be a friend, but now that I’ve seen and touched you both, it wouldn’t be enough. So I’ve decided to make you my lovers. This could end horribly, horribly wrong, but until then I’m going to have the best goddamn sex of my life. Don’t hold back, and cheers.” She clinked her glass against ours.

God have mercy.

Jane the maid was dead. Official time of death was noon, Friday, October 4
^th
, when she was waxed away by a Japanese woman in Roxbury. My skin was on fire, and I’d now opened the door to a whole new side of myself.

“Jane, there is no going back from this,” Max said as I drank.

He didn’t get it, but Wes did. The lust rolled off him in waves. He drank his wine and it spilled out the corner of his mouth, but he didn’t give a shit.

Stepping back away from them, I pulled down the zipper at the side of my dress and pushed it down, allowing it to fall in a pool around my feet. Both of their eyes went to my breasts, my beautiful un-bruised breasts. Wes walked over to me and cupped my ass with one hand before running his other hand down my stomach until it reached my underwear. He rubbed my pussy and kissed the side of my neck while I arched my body to give him more room to play.

“Max,” I called out as he was just staring at us both. His nostrils flared and his breathing was slowing. He was getting excited. “Don’t just watch. I want you both.”

That was all he needed. He came over to me and pulled down my bra to cup my breast before using his tongue to lick my nipple. A shiver shot up my spine.

Who in their right mind would want to go back from this?

“Ahh…” I rocked on top of Wes’ hand.

“You silly, silly girl.” Wes bit my top lip before saying, “You think you can walk into the lions’ den and make us your pets?”

Max snickered as he continued kissing up my chest and under my chin until his lips were right on my own. “She doesn’t know what she’s gotten herself into, Wes. We should show her what it really means to be our lover.”

“Don’t be scared, love. The kitten just got here,” Wes replied while slowly kissing my cheek.

“I’m not scared,” I told them, and I truly wasn’t. Whatever it was, I wanted it. I wanted them. Wes took his hand away from me, and I instantly missed it.

“Taste her,” he said to Max, who licked me off his fingertips; it was fucking sexy. I licked my lips, too.

“You want to play?” Max said when Wes removed his fingers. He reached out for me to take his hand, and so did Wes. “Let’s play then.”

They walked me up the stairs back into their bedroom.

“Get on the bed,” Max commanded, already pulling off his belt, pants, and tie. Wes disappeared into the closet as I sat on the navy silk sheets.

He then crawled up on the bed and forced me to lie down as he came up, just like a lion over its prey.

“Do you know how badly we’ve wanted you? And you come here looking like this. How are we supposed to control ourselves?”

“Don’t,” I whispered, reaching up and bringing his lips to mine.

Our third kiss was different from the rest, and he didn’t hold back. He cupped my breast and squeezed and pinched my nipples while moaning into my mouth. Not once did I look away and neither did he. I could feel his hot cock rubbing up against my thigh.

“Max,” I said, licking his tongue. He lifted my leg up, and before I knew it, my thong was moved gently to the side. Something slowly entered me, vibrating as it did. “Oh! Wh…ah…”

I didn’t get a chance to even think straight as he deepened the kiss. Again, hands spread my ass cheeks while another vibrator was rammed up me.

“Fuck!” I hissed out, breaking away from him, my whole core now vibrating.

Sitting up in the middle of the bed, I saw them both standing in front of me, naked. Their cocks were hard and standing tall. Wes’ twitched once anxiously.

“Ah…ah…what? What?” I wiggled on their bed, bouncing up and down at the pressure now in my pussy and ass.

“Look how wet you’re getting.” Wes lifted my chin up. “You’re soaking through your panties, baby.

“I see…I…I see you’ve…thought about this.” Fuck it felt so good and so frustrating at the same time.

“Let’s make her beg for it,” Max replied.

“My thoughts exactly”

I didn’t know what he meant until I watched Wes kiss down Max’s jawline. Their cocks rubbed against each other for a moment before they each grabbed each other and pumped right in front of my face. I leaned forward. I was so wet I was dripping down my thigh, but they moved away.

“What’s the magic word?” Max asked, and I couldn’t look away as his thumb stroked the tip of Wes’ cock and Wes’s whole hand snaked around Max’s dick.

“Please…”

“Please, what?” Wes asked.

“I want…let me…let me…let me touch you…I want you in my mouth.”

“Ms. Chapman, how dirty,” Max said, turning to face me with his cock in my face. I licked the pre-cum from the top of it and did the same when Wes’ came over. I wasn’t sure if it was possible, maybe it was just my own subconscious, but Max tasted hot and Wes was sweet. The moment I tasted them, I couldn’t stop. Clasping onto Max’s thick hot dick, I rubbed down the side of it as I took Wes’ cock into my throat. He was so big I thought I was going to gag, but even as he hit the back of my throat, I sucked. I alternated between them both. When I looked up at them, they were making out. One of Wes’ hands held a fistful of my hair, the other Max’s.

“Oh…ahh…” The vibrators were driving me crazy. Bringing their dicks closer together, I kissed the tips of both of them, licking them like candy.

“Eat her,” Wes said, pulling away from us both. His chest rose and fell.

Max didn’t hesitate. He pushed me onto my back and lifted my legs up as he slid off my G-string before spreading the lips of my pussy. He pulled out the vibrator and sucked at me happily. Grabbing my own breast, I rocked against his mouth.

“Wes.” I didn’t have a second to prepare before Wes kneeled beside me and opened my mouth to slide his thick, hot cock back into my mouth.

I felt Max kiss up my stomach, coming up above me until his dick was rubbing against my pussy. I spread my legs farther for him, and his tip slowly entered me.

“More.” I begged to lick the side of Wes’ cock as my tongue glided over his throbbing vein.

“Yes!”

“Fuck…fuck!” Max hissed, slamming his cock inside of me. He was filling all of me.

I kissed Wes’ balls and pumped his dick before licking all over the rim, tempting him until even I couldn’t take it any more. He thrust it into my mouth hard, holding my head down, and I didn’t stop. I sucked like a motherfucking champion.