Chapter 25

"Come on, there's got to be something you still want to try." Jack's voice was warm on my ear. "How about making love on the beach?"
"In Illinois, in March? Are you insane?" It was so easy to laugh and tease with Jack.
He shrugged. "So we could go somewhere. Ever been to Hawaii? Or how about Greece - see the land of your ancestors?"
"Beach vacations for a vampire. Now there's a waste of money. I'd have to hide inside all day long."
"So we rent a cabana. Spend all night out walking on the beach when no one else is around, spend all day in bed. I don't see a problem with that." Jack's straightforward take on life never failed to amaze me, but it also always made sense.
"Nothing more aggravating than a man who's always right," I warned him, flicking his hand with two of my fingers. Seize the day, Ari. "If you want to, we could go away for a few days. I haven't been back to the ocean in years." My brain was already thinking about how much sunscreen I'd need just for the flights - and getting to and from airports and such. But Jessamy traveled fairly often, so I knew she could help me figure it out.
"Fine, I'll set something up." He squeezed my hand. "Now about tonight. Sure there are no more fantasies we can cover here in Chicago?"
There was only one left, and I was never going to mention it to him.
"I see that look. What is it, sweetness?"
"Nothing." I was sure he'd be offended if he knew.
Jack cupped my chin in his hand and forced me to look him in the eye. "Let's see. It can't be bondage - we've done that, in several forms. Public - we've done that too, at least as much as either of us really want to. Toys - covered. Spanking - well, tried it, didn't like it."
Yeah, he'd spanked me exactly once. Then, when I'd yelped, he'd immediately stopped and kissed my pink butt cheek until the sting had gone away. Jack had no problem dominating me, but he couldn't stand to cause me the least little bit of pain, which was just fine with me.
Jack went on. "Role-playing - not your style. You have no interest in being the Domme. You don't want to play with another woman while I watch - though that might flip my switch. That leaves..."
His big brown eyes narrowed then crinkled in a smile. "You want to know what it's like to be with two men."
I gasped. "No!" Though I was sure he could tell by scent that I was creaming at the idea.
He chuckled. "You're a lousy liar, sweetheart. Don't worry, I'm not going to get pissed. Fantasies are fantasies, after all. I don't think it means you're tired of me yet."
"Hell no." I'd never be tired of Jack. But deep down, didn't every woman wonder how it would feel to have two big strong men both determined to pleasure her?
"Both men just into you or into each other a bit at the same time?" His voice had that low, teasing drawl that sent chills of excitement trickling down my spine.
My jaw dropped as I stared up at him, taking in his wicked, wicked grin. I'd never really taken the idea that far, even in my head. And I couldn't believe Jack was even willing to discuss it. My brain whirled as I pondered the possibilities.
"Me, mostly, I think." I licked my lips as I imagined two Jacks doing wonderful things to my body. Then I made one blond and pictured the two men kissing each other as I watched. My pussy clenched as fluid seeped, dampening my panties and jeans. "Each other - a little. That would be hot too."
"You really want this?" There was still no judgment in his tone, no condemnation, and best of all, no insecurity. He was honestly giving me the choice.
But - I couldn't let him think he wasn't enough for me. God knows he was more man than I'd ever dreamed of having in my life. I shook my head. "Forget it."
"Sweetheart, it's okay if you do." He kissed the side of my ear, tickling it with his tongue. "I'd rather have you explore your fantasies with me than get bored and go looking for them without me. Okay if I pick the other guy?"
"You don't have to..."
He covered my lips with a finger. "I have a friend - I trust him completely. And I know he thinks you're hot because he told me so. He and I - we had a thing for a while, years ago, so there's some chemistry there too, though both of us are way more into women than men. That sound good to you?"
A friend? Who thought I was hot? Me? And that meant he'd met me. Who could it be? I'd met any number of Jack's friends here in the bar during the last week.
Jack left the booth and stepped into his office. I went back to my computer, though I was only pretending to work. I couldn't honestly believe Jack was actually setting up a threesome - for me.
Maybe a half-hour passed before he joined me in the booth again. "Upstairs," he said then kissed me deeply. "I thought this would be better on neutral turf, so to speak."
We'd used the apartment above the bar once for a quick tryst, but Jack was right. It wasn't home as his house had already come to feel, so it wouldn't seem as if we were inviting another man to share our private space. Shaking and nervous but excited, I followed Jack up the steps to the apartment.
"Okay, you just sit here." He'd brought me a glass of the mulled wine and blood mixture he'd introduced me to that first night. Easing me down onto the sofa, he moved over to the small stereo system to turn on some soft jazz. The apartment was soundproofed from the bar, a fact for which I was entirely grateful.
"Colin will be here in just a few minutes," Jack said softly. "You remember Colin Fergusson? Medium height, light brown hair, hazel eyes?"
I thought back over the sea of faces I'd seen in the last week. There had been a man - one with a trace of sadness in his expression. "Colin. Isn't he the police detective?"
Jack nodded. "And a werewolf, though from a different pack. He was involved with one of my cousins for a while but it ended badly."
"And you said you and he..." I still wasn't sure how I felt about Jack having had male lovers. While it tantalized in a way, it was a little outside my comfort zone.
"We had a thing for a while too. Before he dated Selma. Actually, it was when he met her that we figured out we were really just friends with a bit of chemistry."
"But you don't think this is going to be weird."
"No. It isn't the first time we've been together since then. With or without a third. Wolves are sensual beings and we get lonely. Until we're mated, hookups happen. Safer with a friend than with a stranger." Werewolves mated for life. That much he'd told me. The thought sent a quiver all the way to my toes.
"Right."