Clifford Arbor: The Seduction of Raven Peters (2 page)

"Fuck, that feels good," Jackson groaned, thrusting his hips up to meet Harley’s waiting lips, watching his cock disappear repeatedly.

His fingers thrust into Harley’s hair, forcing him to remain still while Jackson gave three quick, sharp thrusts and climaxed down his best friend’s mouth.

"You can suck cock," Jackson complimented between ragged breaths.

"Thank you," Harley whispered against Jackson’s throat as they cuddled on the rug.

"Who’d have thought we’d get together. Be like this?" Jackson spoke as he watched the crackling of the firewood.

"I only hoped we would." Harley kissed him on the lips.

Lying in Harley’s arms, the last thing Jackson remembered were the flames dancing and in the fireplace when a bang on the front door dragged him back to reality. As a beautifully naked Harley disappeared into the kitchen, Jackson pulled on his trousers and went to see who was knocking at such an unholy hour. Oblivious to who was behind the door, Jackson opened it with a smile on his face only to be greeted by a police officer bearing the worst news a person should ever have to hear.

His youngest brother, madly in love with Jackson' wife, died at the wheel alone, heartbroken, drunk and drugged.

Five years later…

"Hottie alert. She’s getting the mail. Holy shit, she’s gorgeous, Jackson.

Come and see this," Harley called, taking another generous sip of his scolding hot coffee.

His coffee was almost as hot as the chick walking approximately fifteen feet in front of him.

Man. Nice legs, a short little thing, but nice, smooth legs. Huge rounded tits bounced underneath a clingy, midriff, pastel blue top--the ones designed to keep everything in but give the illusion of it all falling out. Harley hoped she fell out. He adjusted his jeans trying to get comfortable with his growing erection. Why oh why did he torture himself every morning watching Miss Fuck-Me Over and Over Again bouncing out of her house to go and get the mail?

"Let me see." Jackson pushed Harley out of the way to get his morning view. "Smoking, am I right?"

"Fuck me."

"I do, most days and nights."

Jackson turned to Harley with a smile. Harley did love this man. He couldn’t imagine life without him but as of a late, they’d both been missing the attentions of a woman. To feel the smooth, soft flesh of a woman wrapped around him in rapture as he climaxed within her body. The love of a good woman did something to a man. It made every day hassles seem like a piece of cake so long as a woman was at home waiting for you. He wondered how his sexy neighbor would feel with her legs wrapped around his waist as he drove into her. How it would feel to have Jackson watch him while he fucked her over and over.

"You know I think it’s time we introduced ourselves," Jackson suggested, his gaze returning to the woman in question opening her post box and shaking her head at the mail she received.

"It’s been a month since she moved in," Harley agreed.

"Right, so instead of us nursing our Johns, why don’t we go and do the neighborly things?"

They both smiled. Harley liked the thought of being alone with the dark-haired temptress out on the front lawn.

Seconds later they were out the door, grabbing their own mail and watching her for a few more seconds to see if she'd notice them.

Nope.

They loved each other but had come to understand even though they were in a relationship with each other, they still needed the sweet warmth of a woman. In truth, they wanted to be in a ménage relationship with a woman who could accept and love both of them equally.

Could this be the woman they were searching for?

"Excuse me." Harley took the initiative. "Sorry to intrude but I think it’s time we introduced ourselves."

The brightest green eyes he’d ever witnessed looked up at him, staring at him with a genuine smile of interest. Was it possible to fall instantly for a woman with the cutest, sexist smile he’d ever seen? Harley’s heart pounded yes.

"I wondered when I was going to get the chance to meet you." Her mail forgotten, the woman placed it back in its box and approached both men. "I’m Raven Peters."

She took both of their hands in hers, shaking animatedly and Harley couldn’t help a quick glance down. Fuck but she was full and ripe. He could vividly imagine his lips around her nipples. He glanced up to see she was smiling at him completely oblivious to his lustful thoughts. For all her sexiness, she appeared to have an aura of innocence surrounding her.

"Well, I’m Harley Banks and this here is my buddy Jackson Cole. He gave her his sexy smile hoping to hit her somewhere with his thoughts.

She giggled, smiling at them. God, this woman was amazing. How could she not realize he wanted to undress her with his teeth and watch as she sucked Jackson dry?

Charmed, Harley smiled back showing her his true magnetism.

"So what brings you to Clifford Arbor?" asked Jackson.

"Besides the wonders of life at the beach and the clean air." Harley took a deep breath emphasizing his point and hit Jackson on the chest to bring her attention to him.

A delightful blush spread through her face, her chest turning a nice rosy color. She shook her head. "I uh, came, um, I came for the views...of the beach and all that." Her stumbling was sweet music to his ears.

"Well I could give you a personal tour, honey cakes," Harley said, trying to make her feel more at ease.

"Harley, she’s been here for a month. I’m sure she’s seen all the sights by now," Jackson finally decided to interrupt in his abrupt and domineering manner. Happy thoughts. Here Harley was trying to woo his neighbor and it seemed Jackson was trying to scare her off.

"No. It’s all right. I’ve seen everything around but I imagine it’d be much better with company."

Raven reached out touching Harley’s forearm reassuring him with her tenderness and smile.

The electric heat her touch created sent pulses of sensation shooting to Harley’s dick. Oh man. He hadn't had a reaction like that to a woman in years. Gentleness radiated out of her calling to every male hormone in his body. The desire to push her to the ground, to claim her, overrode every other primal thought. What shocked him was the desire to see Jackson do exactly the same thing. He barely knew the woman and he could already feel the obsession building. This woman was precious and should be treated as such. He prayed Jackson felt the same as he did.

Wait, what the hell was he thinking? He knew nothing about this woman and already he was ready to build a life with her. Shit. What was that all about?

Without thinking he asked, "What are you doing Friday night?"

"Cocoa and a book," Raven answered, pulling her hand away, clearly flustered.

"What about coming round here to our house? I’ll cook dinner for you and Jackson. Give us the chance to know a bit about our new neighbor." Harley looked at the deep scowl Jackson sent over to him and chose to ignore it. "You know, doing the neighborly thing."

"Um..."

"I forbid you to say no. In Clifford Arbor only the word 'yes' is acceptable from such a beautiful woman," he said, trying to charm her.

"Well, I guess I don’t really have a choice. Especially if it’s law in Clifford Arbor. What time do you want me?"

"About eight?"

"All right, it’s a date. I’ll see you both on Friday at eight. Bye Harley." Raven gave him a full beaming smile which vanished as she looked at Jackson. "Nice meeting you, Jackson." She turned, collected her mail and walked back to her house.

Harley watched the delightful swinging curves of her ass as she moved. No way was she wearing any panties. He admired her ass wondering if she got wet as she spoke to them.

He got hard just by watching her walking away.

"What’s with your killer scowl?" Harley asked, his anger visible with his clenched fists and sharp tone. He turned to give the man at his side his full attention.

"Nothing."

"Don’t give me that crap, Jackson. You should’ve just growled at her instead, maybe that would’ve had her running for the hil s."

Harley turned towards their own house wondering if the little peach was watching them from her window. He wouldn’t look back. He wouldn’t look back. He looked back. Disappointed.

No twitch of the curtain, no nose pressed against the glass.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Jackson blurted once they were inside.

"Do you have a problem with Raven?"

"No."

One word, nothing more.

Silence landed between them.

"Are you jealous of her?" Harley accused.

"No."

"Then what the fuck, Jackson?"

Was Jackson jealous of the way Harley acted just now with Raven? Harley was sure

Jackson felt the same way about Raven. They’d been watching her for close to a month.

They were virtually obsessed with the woman and they’d only just learned her name.

Harley had seen her around town. Most men with half a brain and a cock had noticed her.

She was the talk of the God damn town. Hot little thing like that with huge breasts, a nice plump ass and so sweet butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. Hell, every man was hoping to bang her. She refused all their advances. She was quite the woman, bold, independent and caring. Raven could handle him and Jackson. Harley could feel it.

Where was all this coming from?

Harley gave Jackson his full attention. He wanted to know what had crawled up his ass.

****

Jackson hung his head not knowing what the hell to say. This was the first time in years his dick had responded to a woman on this deep a level and he found it a bit disturbing. He hated women, the only reason he did the whole sharing thing was because it made Harley happy and his dick got hard for everything Harley did. Raven. What a woman. He could imagine her in his arms, feel her heat wrapped around him.

What was it about her? What made her different? She was hot and sexy as sin but so were a lot of women they’d been with. He ran his fingers through his black hair trying to distract his thoughts. His pulse raced and his heart rapidly beat inside his chest. He wanted to go back out there and bring her to their place to claim her as their own.

The men at work hadn’t been lying when talking about the new woman, which he already knew from watching her, but he doubted the whole opinion of her innocence. She was nice?

No way. Since when had a hot woman ever been nice?

Fuck. Patricia had really done a number on him.

"I don’t want to talk about it." Jackson made a move to leave but Harley stopped him.

"I see what this is." Without saying another word, Harley spread his palm and cupped Jackson’s groin. "You want to fuck our little neighbor."

He winced and gasped. How well Harley knew him. The very thought almost brought him to his knees but he couldn’t think right now with his anger so close to the surface.

"Leave me alone, Harley." He grabbed the man’s wrist and pushed him away. "I’m not in the mood." Jackson turned to leave.

"She’s not Patricia."

The words had the desired effect. Jackson saw red and he reacted, pure and simple. He grabbed Harley by the neck and thrust him against the nearest wall.

"Don’t you say her fucking name," he snapped, not letting the other man go. He didn’t see his lover and friend. He saw the enemy.

Harley held onto him. No fear, no reaction.

"Calm down, Jackson. Look at me. Look me in my eyes."

"You shouldn’t say her name. She’s nothing, do you hear me? Nothing." Jackson let his head fall to Harley’s chest, gasping for air.

Harley immediately comforted him.

Harley soothed him like no one else could. His voice, his touch bringing the calmness his body craved. After five years Jackson he still reacted like a brute.

"I won’t act on it..." Jackson started to tell him, trying to get back on the subject but Harley stopped him with the pressure of his lips.

"She’s so fucking hot, Jackson. I can see you both now, walking in on both of you. Naked.

Sweating. Your hard cock fucking her pussy. Do you think she waxes? A nice, clean strip of flesh for both of us to lick sitting right there between her legs. I bet Raven tastes like peaches. I love the taste of a juicy, ripe peach." Jackson knew what he was doing. Harley was distracting him. Pulling him back from the anger. Harley knew him. Harley understood him. Jackson joined in.

"No, she’d taste like warm honey and cinnamon."

They groaned, their bodies fused together. Jackson kissed Harley, his tongue peeking out to trace the shape of his lips.

Harley unzipped Jackson’s pants, pulling out his long, thick arousal and Jackson hissed over clenched teeth.

His dick was rock hard from thinking about fucking Raven and Harley-all of the combinations the three of them could come up with. They’d never get bored. He wanted Raven. Jackson accepted it but he didn’t completely trust his judgment yet. He would meet her, get to know her. He needed to make sure, he needed to be sure he and Harley were safe from another evil woman. Jackson held onto Harley cupping his head and kissing the sweet heat of his words into his mouth. Their moans echoed along the walls. Two men excited about one delicious woman. Two men in love making love with each other.

"I want her too, Jackson."

"She’s the one," they said in unison. The one woman both men responded to. The one woman who was made purely for them to share. They could feel it, sense it.

"Do you think she’d want both of us?" Harley muttered.

Jackson groaned as Harley pumped his cock, gliding up and down his aching shaft. Cum oozed from the tip lubing his cock.

"Didn’t you see her blush and look at both of us as if she’d love to eat us?"

"I only saw her looking at you." Jackson was pleased about that. With her eyes on Harley, he’d had the chance to really look at her. God he hoped his doubt was just paranoia.

"That’s because you were too busy scaring her with your sexy growl. She wants us both."

"You’re sure?"

"Positive."

"What if she’s already taken?" Jackson spoke the words he’d thought about for some time.