Brooklyn Bound (7 page)

Gabe downed half the bottle then set it aside. “Tucker, you can’t do this on the job. It’s not fair to Evan, or the people working out there in that heat.”

He shrugged. “I’m not doing anything to them. Evan, eh, okay, I sent him on a bit of a wild goose chase. But it was only because I wanted to kiss your face.”

The ponytailed man waved him off. “I’m a mess.”

Tucker cupped his neck and pulled him close. “You’re a hot mess, that’s for sure. My hot mess.” Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to the salty lips he couldn’t resist.

“Tucker,” Gabe muttered, lips still touching.

“Shush and kiss me. Be glad I just want to grope you a little. With some practice I bet I could get my timing down to where I could bend you over and fuck you thoroughly, then have us both cleaned up by the time he gets back.”

Gabe groaned but opened his mouth to the kiss. Their tongues toyed with one another until both men were panting.

“Aw, fuck.” Tucker pulled back. “Gotta stop or I’ll have a raging boner all damn day.”

His new lover grinned. “Come out there and swing a hammer with me and the boys. That’ll take care of your extra energy.”

Tucker rubbed a hand over the man’s slick face. “I’m sorry you have to work so hard. As much as I love seeing you, I feel bad seeing you this way.”

Gabe shook his head. “I love my job or I wouldn’t be doing it. I could no more sit in an office all day than you could come out there and swing a hammer with me.” He grinned. “No offense intended.”

Tucker guffawed. “None taken. Last night was amazing. How’s Brook this morning?”

Reaching for the rest of his water, Gabe made a face. “Strangely, unsettlingly, she’s pretty damned happy. I think she’s wondering when we can do it again.”

He couldn’t hold back his full-out laugh this time. “Oh really? Well, that makes two of us. Tonight wouldn’t be too soon for me.”

Gabe shook his head. “She has some meeting tonight. I was thinking Saturday, if that works for you.”

Tucker pouted. “That’s three days away!”

“I promised Friday night would be just her and me, our date night. So it’s Saturday or nothing, my friend.”

He raised his hands. “I’ll take Saturday. Don’t get all crazy on me.” He leaned in. “I just had a really good time. And we didn’t even come close to fulfilling all my fantasies, or yours either, if I heard correctly. I believe there was some mention of prepping your ass for my cock.”

Gabe’s face reddened. “Um, yeah, I think I might have mentioned that.”

“Don’t blush. I want it too, handsome. And now that your pretty little wife’s had a taste of what it can be like, I suspect she’ll be more than happy to participate however possible.”

Gabe made a face. “I guess! For all her protesting, she sure got into it quickly enough.”

He grinned. “I told you three was hot. And nobody has to feel left out. I think she had concerns about that.”

“You, uh, definitely took care of her concerns, I know that much.”

He smoothed a hand over Gabe’s damp hair. “I haven’t even begun to take care of you, yet, lover. I have
so
much more in mind.”

Gabe shoved him away congenially. “Prick. Now you’re leaving and I’m stuck here thinking about what you have up your sleeve.”

Tucker’s grin widened. “I may be a prick, but I’m your prick, right?”

Evan’s car crunched on the gravel outside the trailer.

Gabe glanced at the door, then back at Tucker. “Absolutely. Sexy bastard.”

“Hot mess.” Tucker winked and turned to face the door.

Evan charged in, catalogs in hand. “Here you go. Sorry it took so long.”

“No problem, thank you.” He accepted the books.

Gabe folded his arms across his chest. “Evan, I’ve explained to
Mr. Gleason
that his way will not be the
only way
we do things. If he wants you to bring something, he can call or text you the day before. No more of this running around crap. It’s not an efficient use of our time.”

Evan’s eyes widened in horror and he glanced at Tucker. “It’s okay, really.”

“No.” Tucker hung his head. “I was brash and pushy. I’m sorry, it won’t happen again. I’ll definitely be more considerate in the future, and not expect you to jump when I say so.”

“That’s right.” Gabe nodded, eyeing each of them.

Evan strutted, his chest thrust out a bit. “Well, okay then. Thanks.”

Keeping his eyes down, Tucker headed to the door. “I’ll go now. Talk to you tomorrow. Call if you need anything, though.”

“We will,” Evan asserted.

He cast a quick glance at Gabe whose eyes were smiling, even if his mouth wasn’t. Tucker walked out and slid behind the wheel of his SUV. As he drove off he whooped and slapped the steering wheel. Things were working out better than he’d ever anticipated.

Brook had come around to the suggestion of the three-way pretty easily, without much effort on his part. He’d figured she’d like it once she’d tried it. That part was a given with most people.
Threesomes are freaking hot.

The next part of his plan would require a bit more finesse. He couldn’t come right out and tell Gabe that he was a closet submissive who craved a Master’s touch. He’d have to bring him around slowly.

The traditional method of introducing D/s was to slip commands into sexual acts, and turn them into a role-playing game. It was a proven effective technique, best used on someone when he was emotionally open and vulnerable. Once he’d gotten his new lover used to the idea of a Dominant leading their play, he could turn the tables and let Gabe dominate. The handsome hunk’s impromptu display this morning told him the man might just have it in him naturally. Tucker shivered at the thought of Gabriel mastering him, collaring him, commanding him to fulfill every desire. The thought was too delicious to dwell on, or he’d be heading home for a change of slacks.

The final aspect involved convincing Brook to submit, as well. She was feisty, and might be interested in switching. The idea had merit, and he’d be willing to consider it if she wished. For the most part, he envisioned her submitting to their Master along with him.

Tucker recalled the Dom at the Rose & Thorn, his two subs on their knees before him, pandering to his cock. He envisioned the scenario again. Brook in a shiny black leather bustier and G-string, his own package covered by only a leather pouch. Both of them kneeling before their Master Gabriel, who wielded a whip and wasn’t afraid to use it.

He shivered and pointed his car in the direction of home. He needed some quick relief before he could return to work. A hand job didn’t sound as lonely as it had a week ago, now that he had real lovers to fantasize about.

Marching through the house, he slowed long enough to grab a towel from the bathroom shelf, then stepped in front of his full-length mirror. Releasing his belt, he allowed his trousers to fall around his ankles. He shoved down his boxer briefs and fondled his balls before stroking his hard shaft.

“Did I give you permission to touch yourself?”

In his fantasy, Gabe’s hair was wild and flowing. He stood before Tucker wearing tight black leather pants with the crotch cut out, erect cock at the ready. His favorite leather riding crop was curled in his hand.

Tucker hung his head. “No, Master.”

The ends of the whip grazed his thigh. “Well, go ahead.” Gabriel drew the crop back and frowned. “I’ve got no plans to touch you now. Might as well do it yourself, since you’re such an impatient slave.”

He raised his eyes. “Please, Master? Will you whip me, then allow me to come on your boots?”

“Fuck no! Do it yourself, slave. And when you’re done, you’ll lick the mess off the floor.”

“Please, Master?” Tucker whimpered, desperate for the feel of his Master’s touch, or whip, whatever the man chose to offer.

“Do it,” Gabriel insisted. “Stroke your cock. Back and forth, up and down. That’s it. Hold it tighter. Pump it. Drag it. Squeeze it until it hurts.”

“Yes, Master.” Tucker panted, obeying directions.

“Insolent prick. You’ll be lucky if I let you lick my boots when you’re done touching yourself.”

Tucker shattered, emptying his seed into the towel in his hand. He pulled his shaft a few more times until the last wave of pleasure subsided. He looked up and saw his own reflection in the mirror. Smiling, he tossed the towel in the hamper and cleaned up before he returned to work.

Gabriel would make a fine Master. He and Brook would make perfect submissives. It was time to set the next phase of his plan into motion.

Chapter Four

Brook spent the next two days praying that she wouldn’t run into Tucker in the halls at work, and fervently hoping that he wouldn’t seek her out like he had Gabe on the morning after. She’d enjoyed their implausible encounter far more than she could have imagined and wasn’t against doing it again. She simply didn’t want to run into her boss in the office setting. He was just wacky enough to say something off color and try to embarrass her. She could envision it—he’d make a comment and walk off innocently, leaving her to explain what the hell he was talking about. That was Tucker’s way.

Whether purposely or not, he remained out of sight and she never encountered him at work. Friday evening Gabe had promised her a date night out, so they both showered and dressed before going to a nice restaurant. He seemed subdued and the food took forever to be served, so they were both testy by the time they left.

“Want to drive down to the beach?” he asked without much enthusiasm.

“Not really. Let’s just go home.”

“Well, this has been a fun evening.” He slammed her car into gear and drove.

“I hate it when you do that, it’s not good for the car.”

He muttered something she couldn’t understand. “Excuse me?”

“Nothing.”

Back at their house, both of them began slipping out of their good clothes, but they weren’t looking at each other. Brook figured she might as well put on flannel pajamas, with as little attention as he was paying her. “What’s wrong?” she finally asked.

He shook his head. “Nothing.”

“Don’t give me that shit. Something has been off all evening. We’d have had more fun staying home watching the news.”

Seated on the side of the bed, he stretched his neck from side to side. “It was just a long week, is all.”

Brook moved behind him and massaged his shoulders. “You’re tense.”

Gabe didn’t reply.

She had a thought, and decided to voice it. “Would you like to call Tucker?”

He tensed. “Why would you ask that?”

Brook placed her cheek against the back of his shoulder. “Just a suggestion.”

“I told him we couldn’t. He’s planning on tomorrow night.”

“Whatever. I’m just saying if you’d like to call him tonight, I’d be okay with it.”

He glanced over his shoulder. “You sure?”

She nodded.

Gabe pulled out his cell phone and his fingers flew as he texted. The reply came back quickly. “He says yes. He’ll be here in twenty minutes.”

She inhaled then blew the breath out.

He glanced at her. “Now you’re upset.”

“No, I’m not. I’m fine with his coming over. I’m just a little confused, because you’re the one who planned the ‘you and me’ night.”

Rising to pace, he shrugged. “It just wasn’t turning out like I’d hoped. It felt weird. I think we might want to mix things up.”

Brook nodded. “Okay.”

He studied her. “Are you positive?”

“I said it was fine, and it is. Relax, Gabe. This is still new. We’ll figure things out together.”

He sighed, visibly relieved. “How about I make something different to drink? Margaritas, maybe?”

“Great.” She watched him hurry into the kitchen and an ominous feeling settled into her stomach. Her husband had gotten one tasty reminder of what it was like to have a male lover, and now he wanted more. Was this something he merely needed to get out of his system? Or something he’d need permanently from now on? They’d made her feel a part of it the first time, but perhaps that was just for show. She couldn’t shake the niggling feeling that they really only wanted time together and had included her so she’d be on board. Especially when she saw how Gabe had perked up once he knew Tucker was on his way.

She looked in the mirror. Her long hair was smooth and shiny, her complexion clear.
Not bad for a twenty-eight-year-old broad.
She wasn’t thin but not overweight, either. Gabe said she had an hourglass figure and that aptly described it. Her breasts and hips were fleshier than some, but neither man had seemed to mind the other night. She wasn’t ready to be put out to pasture yet. She needed to do something to make the men aware of that.

Brook searched her dresser drawers for the sexiest lingerie she owned. A lacy, strapless black teddy cut high on the thighs would fit the bill perfectly. Slipping into the bathroom, she stripped and donned the outfit. In the back of her closet she found the tall ‘fuck me’ heels she’d purchased one day on a whim, but hardly ever wore for fear of snapping an ankle. She’d simply have to be careful, because she was dressing to impress tonight. If Gabe and Tucker wanted to be alone together she’d give them cause for second thoughts, making herself too irresistible to ignore.

The doorbell rang but she wasn’t quite ready, so she let Gabe get it. She applied a coat of bright red lipstick then double-checked her appearance before leaving the bedroom.

Walking down the hallway, Brook spotted Gabe and Tucker, and she paused.

Gabe was perched on the edge of a chair, his head in his hands. “I feel like such a shit. Brook dressed up pretty so we could go out, and I blew it. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing.” He glanced up at Tucker. “I didn’t mean to treat her that way, but I can’t control these feelings in my gut.”

“It’s perfectly natural.” Tucker sat on the armrest and curled an arm around Gabe. “What we’ve got is new and exciting. We both want to explore it further. And, of course, I know how you feel about your wife. Neither of us wants to hurt her. You love her and I’m already infatuated with that ‘foreign species’ body of hers.” He grinned. “It’ll be fine. It’ll be better than fine. This is going to be
amazing
.” He raised Gabe’s chin and gently kissed his lips.