The Executioner: A Love Story (11 page)

Jordan turned toward her, and she smiled at him weakly. But he didn’t respond in kind. Frustration found her again, at his stubborn jealousy. She didn’t want Argento, she wanted to scream at him. But she didn’t want to lie. She didn’t know if she wanted him or not. She rolled over onto her side, facing away from him, and saw Argento staring at her again. “Good night,” she whispered, and closed her eyes.

“If anyone talks before morning, I’m shooting them myself,” Argento stated again. She guessed he wasn’t much of a good night kind of guy. She wondered what he said to the people whom he had sex with: great now get out? She chuckled to herself, and he shushed her loudly. There were times when she thought he wasn’t good looking enough to put up with all his shit, and then she realized she was delusional. She fell asleep with a smile on her face.

She woke up in the middle of the night, and she thought she was in an olive press. Then she felt Argento’s hands in her hair, and Jordan’s back against her chest. His arm and leg dangled over the side. Her arm was wrapped around his waist. Argento was behind her, but he was not cuddled up to her. She remembered last night, as soon as her rear came in contact with him he left her. He took up half of the bed, leaving the other half for her and Jordan to share. He didn’t seem to mind being wrapped up in her body.

She wondered how he would feel waking up in bed with another man. Would he freak out? If she asked Argento to leave she might wake Jordan. So she lay there, silently. She wanted to stay there forever, just like that. Between both of them.

Vince knew something was different. He never woke up with anyone in his bed. Sure he’d woken up with his partner in the other bed, or whatever. But he never slept with people he fucked. Never. He didn’t mind the sex, it was necessary. When he got off he was finished. No cuddling, no kissing, no touching.

But as soon as he walked into Miss Florian/Arianna’s apartment he knew that was finished. He knew what she was, what she did. She killed men, for the same reason he had killed a man. Seeing her, though, took him to another place. Her mysterious blue eyes drained all his pain, his hate. For maybe the first time in his life he trusted someone, and she happened to be a serial killer.

But he did not expect to be so drawn to her side. He did not expect such an urge to climb into her bed, so overwhelming he had to, even with Jordan laying so close. He knew she was developing feelings for the other man, and he hated it. When he saw the way she looked at him, Vince wanted to rip his heart out and hand it to her. He knew no one else would ever have it; and if she didn’t want it he would have no use for it.

But slowly he could see a change in her seductive blue eyes, because she looked at him the same way she looked at Jordan. The way she studied his body in the shower, the emotions that chased each other across her beautiful fresh face. And when he found out she was a virgin… it scared him and thrilled him at the same time. She would never give herself to a man she didn’t love, and he had no idea how to make someone love him. Jump in bed with him? He could do that no problem. But love…???

He thought he would do what he did the night before, fondle her hair and touch it to his face. It was his only fetish. But he didn’t know if it was the alcohol, the fight, or how damn good she smelled, he relaxed and fell asleep beside her and Jordan.

He opened his eyes and she was there. Her shins rested against his thighs. Her hand was on his ribcage, and her cheek lay against his bicep. To be so small she certainly fit perfectly against his body. He reached for her hair, and encountered Jordan’s shoulder. He was nearly as skinny and bony as Arianna, just the way Vince liked them. Vince had a type, male and female: dark hair, pale skin, tall, skinny, and dark eyes. He knew he recreated his abuser in every person he had sex with; but he couldn’t fight it. So that’s why he couldn’t understand why he wanted to fall into Arianna’s eyes like blue pools and drown in them. And Arianna had the long arms and legs, but she also had the round femininity that confused him; he’d never been attracted to a woman with hips and breasts.

He moved his hand away from Jordan to find her hair. “Kiss her,” he heard. It was barely audible, barely a whisper. He thought it was in his own mind for a split second, until Jordan peered up over her shoulder. “Kiss her,” he said again, and rested his lips against her skin.

“What?” Vince’s mind went empty. He wanted to kiss her, but not while Jordan was in the bed with them. “Why?”

“I want to watch.” His voice was steady but detached. “I’ve never done it. I’m scared to try.”

“Just put your lips on hers.” He said it a little louder than he meant to. Arianna shifted between them. Her hip lay against Jordan’s stomach, and her hand across Vince’s chest. Vince moved his hand to hers before he could stop himself. He wanted to touch her. Jordan took her other hand. Neither man looked away from the other.

“Show me how.” Jordan’s whisper was a plea. “Please.”

Vince still had his hand tangled in her hair. It reassured him, like a security blanket. He bent forward, slowly, and kissed her forehead. He closed his eyes and felt her warmth against his lips. He moved down her perfect little button nose to her full lips. How could he tell the younger man that he was in uncharted territory as well? Kissing was not something he did a whole lot of. It was not a high priority. But he wanted to kiss Arianna, until they were both senseless.

He pressed gently against her skin, and she exhaled slightly. Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled. It emboldened him, as it had before. He leaned into her and his lips parted. He licked her gently, and she gasped. His stomach muscles tightened. The pressure increased, parting her lips. A guarded moan escaped them. He held her hand tighter. His heart beat faster. And she opened her mouth.

His tongue plunged inside, needing to explore her. Her tongue responded, moving in harmony with his. Her reaction to him made him feel things he’d never felt before. He wanted to please her, to hear her moans and sighs. His other hand moved from her hair to her neck.

Arianna tensed up, and gasped. Both of her hands clenched around the hands she held. Arianna’s pure responses to him had erased the thoughts of Jordan, but as soon as her body stiffened he knew why. She subconsciously counted the hands on her, and there was one too many.

“It’s okay.” Jordan’s voice was different again. It was dripping with that elusive emotion; the one that filled Vince’s eyes when he looked at her. Desire. “I asked him to do it.”

“What?” she began, and tried to move away from them. But she thought of how she went to sleep last night, between them. She wanted to be there; she felt safe and secure and cared for and… And what? Love, she told herself. She felt love, for both of them.

One was quirky and the other was confident. One was intelligent, and the other was athletic. One was weak and the other was strong. And she wanted both of them equally. She wanted them, both of them.

She turned toward Jordan, and his eyes were lit up like Vince’s did when she crooked her finger at him. He was supposed to be the good one. He was supposed to be the one to say no, so that she would not be tempted. He saw the confusion in her eyes, and smiled reassuringly. “I want this.” She shivered.

Argento watched the two of them. How the hell did he get so damn lucky? Arianna was incredible, beautiful, wonderful; his soul mate. Jordan was his perfect type, down to his strong chin and jaw. He wanted them both physically, but he wanted Arianna on a different level. He thought Jordan would never share her, and he certainly didn’t think he would want to. And here he was, watching their unspoken communication. Jordan was the one encouraging it. He felt like he never thought he would. He felt a pure bliss cover his mind and his body.

“Kiss her,” he whispered.

“What?” It was Jordan’s turn to be confused. He didn’t think he could do it. Everything inside him fought against it. After what happened to him in jail, he never thought he would open himself up to anyone sexually. He was too broken. He was comfortable behind his computers, uncaring and unfeeling. Until she looked into his eyes, and he could see she found him attractive.
Him
. Tall, gangly, uncoordinated, ugly Jordan Stewart. His untouchable neighbor saw something in him, and she wanted it. And he liked being wanted. But kiss her… He stopped thinking as he gazed into her eyes; because the desire was still there. Although she’d shown an obvious sexual attraction to Argento, she fought it for him; because she wanted Jordan. And he wanted…

He bent forward, just as Argento had, and lightly brushed his lips against her forehead, down her nose, and to her lips. And then his tongue went out, and lightning struck his body. All his muscles tensed up, he thought he couldn’t breathe, and he was hard. Her hand held both of them tightly, and she moaned as her lips parted for Jordan.

Vince moved toward her hair, and inhaled deeply. Then his lips were on her ear. She gasped, and her mouth opened. She sucked Jordan’s tongue in roughly. It was his turn to moan. Vince nibbled, and his fingertips explored, over the hollow of her neck and down her chest to her cleavage. No one had ever touched her like that. Her whole body tingled, but mostly her breasts. It overwhelmed her. She moaned again.

Jordan pulled away quickly, trying to catch his breath. He panted for a moment, then he quit breathing again as Vince’s hand moved down her stomach to the bottom of her t-shirt. Jordan’s lips were replaced by Vince’s. Jordan watched for a moment, then mirrored what Argento did.

Two hands were on her stomach now, and her insides burst with butterflies. Vince wasn’t hesitant. He licked and sucked and battled with her tongue. A noise that was not a moan, but something deeper and darker and richer flowed from her. Vince pulled at her shirt, and bared her stomach. Jordan’s hand trembled as he touched her flat, taunt, muscled abdomen. He gazed at her tan skin, her defined abs, and her diamond belly ring. He tugged at it gently, and she gasped loudly. His fingertips circled her belly button, then moved up over ribs.

Vince had bared her breasts, and both of her dusky pink nipples were hard and aching. Vince’s fingers pinched one lightly and twisted. Ari arched her back and pushed them toward his hand. But Jordan wanted to taste it. Gently his lips moved over it, and Ari jumped away from Vince’s mouth and cried out.

“I’m sorry,” Jordan said quickly and tried to pull away. But Vince’s hand moved toward his hair, and held him there. He should have pulled away. He should have been afraid. But he wasn’t. His lips lingered on Ari’s nipple as Vince’s fingers twined into his hair.

“Use your tongue,” Vince murmured. “Like this.” He stuck out his tongue and licked her other nipple.

Ari cried out again. She sounded in pain. “Oh, God,” she screamed. Vince circled the nipple, and she whimpered. Jordan did the same thing, and she screamed. She clutched both their hands, and Jordan’s erection flinched. He wanted her hand around it. He wanted her to touch it, and rub it, like he did to himself. He was human, after all. He wondered if Vince felt the same thing.

Until the larger man shoved himself against Ari, and pushed her hip against his penis. And then he knew that Vince felt the same thing. And then he wondered what Ari felt.

“Do you like it,” he asked softly. Her face was the portrait of pleasure. Her eyelids were heavy, her mouth opened, and her tongue rested on her upper lip. She nodded. His hips flinched, and rubbed himself against her again. He groaned.

Vince removed her shirt, and his hand strayed back to her stomach as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. Ari began to mumble then, how it felt so good. Jordan’s hand boldly moved to the waistband of her sweatpants. He wondered if she wanted to be touched there as much as he did.

“Can I?” Jordan pleaded. He wasn’t as shy now. He knew that she felt good, and wasn’t afraid or ashamed. She really wanted both of them. He smiled at her and kissed her as she nodded. Vince jerked at one side of her pants, and Jordan the other.

She whimpered into his mouth. He couldn’t control himself. He moved her hand to his manhood and rubbed himself against it. It was so much better than doing it himself, even if it was through his jeans.

Vince let go of Ari’s hand, and sat up on his knees. It was his turn to watch as he yanked off her pants and threw them onto the floor. Her hand moved immediately to Jordan’s hair. Her other hand was against his crotch. Vince became almost unbearably hard as Jordan moved against her.

She gazed up at him with eyes so full of delight that he wanted to bury himself into her immediately. But he didn’t. He wanted to give her even more pleasure. He wanted her begging and pleading for it. His tongue found her belly ring, and her back and hips came off the bed. Her bare, hot core pressed against his chest. His eyes were fixated on her hand against Jordan. He removed his own shirt and pants, leaving on only his boxers. His own hand moved to touch himself and he felt a little cheated. He wanted her to touch him.

But he also wanted to taste her, and he licked and sucked downward. When he found her wetness he heard her muffled cries. She shook with ecstasy. Jordan wanted to know what Vince did to cause her so much pleasure, and when he looked down Ari’s nude body he thought he might have an orgasm. He grinded against her hand; he wanted it against his skin.

Then his eyes locked with Vince’s. His tongue was against her, intimately, and his hand was on his crotch. He had removed his shirt and pants. He scanned Vince’s body; he was built like an Olympian, like a Greek god. He felt shy again. How could he compare to that.

“Take off your clothes,” Vince ordered. He could see that Jordan was aching to be touched, but he was still afraid. Jordan hesitated. He had to release her hand, and it went directly to Vince’s hair. It lit a fire inside him. He slurped as he tried to inhale her juices. Jordan froze for a moment and watched as she convulsed under his mouth. He didn’t know how long it lasted, but she didn’t stop until Vince did.

“Oh, God,” she panted. “I… you… God…” Her words were unintelligible. He grinned from ear to ear as he gazed at her.