Chapter 156: Jewel
Matt called Krispin and invited him and Angela to dinner. Jewel was slightly embarrassed about seeing the couple, but part of her was too overwhelmed to process everything. The thought of having sex with both men scared her shitless, but at the same time, made her panties wet and caused a deep throbbing ache in her pussy.
Theirs was such a different lifestyle, but she tried not to judge others. The only opinions she gave a fig about were George's and Starla's. Jewel's father left her and her mother when she was twelve. He disappeared for years and when he finally got in touch with her she just didn't care. At that time, her life revolved around marrying Daniel. Her mother had just died after a long battle with breast cancer and her fianc?was her world. Then, Daniel died several months before their wedding. She kept in touch with his parents for a while, but even that relationship slowly dissolved over time. Jewel knew they cared about her and she also knew they wished her happiness. George and Starla wanted her happy too. For homegrown Texans, they were quite liberal, and their own past was filled with wild stories about their rebellious hippy, pot-smoking days. They never officially married, but lived with each other and ran the caf?together. If Jewel accepted Matt and Stephon, so would they.
But, could she accept them? Tingles ran up her legs and settled in her groin, letting her know her body had no problem with the idea. Just thinking about the one night with Matt had her libido working overtime. Shaking her head, she tried to get the tantalizing picture of both men fucking her at the same time out of her mind.
Staring in the bathroom mirror, she cringed. Her poor face was a mess, but there was nothing she could do about it. She heard the sounds of a guitar coming from the other room and like a zombie to live flesh, it drew her.
Matt sat on the couch with his eyes closed, playing a soft melody. For a hard rock guitarist, Matt surprised her with the ease in which he played the classics. She jumped when warm hands settled on her arms from behind.
Stephon's voice whispered in her ear, "He can rock the walls down, but also seduce a bird out of its feathers when he plays a ballad."
God, she was the bird. She had never seen Matt look sexier and, dammit, he would be playing for thousands of women this weekend without her there.
"You can change your mind and go with us." Stephon's breath on her face caused more shivers and made him laugh softly.
"Stop doing that," she whispered back.
He kissed her neck and then slid one hand down and grasped hers. He moved from around her and pulled her gently to his friend.
Matt's eyes opened with the last chord and he looked at the two of them. "I'll keep playing if you sit in his lap. If not, you can get comfortable in mine."
Stephon sat down at the corner of the couch and pulled her close. "Not happening, bud. She's always in your lap. Keep playing your lullabies so we can take a nap."
Matt sat the guitar to the side and got up, moving to the side counter and grabbing another towel for ice. He handed it to her and kissed her fingers before releasing his hold. "Keep the ice on it so the swelling goes down and I'll play for you while you rest. Stephon has poor taste in music and if the walls aren't shaking he's bored. It will do him good to hear a little culture."
"Just play," came Stephon's laughing reply.
Matt sat down and began seducing her all over again. She wasn't tired in the least. More than anything, she was horny. The bastard. He knew exactly what he was doing. Just the thought of no sex tonight would kill her. It was a great idea in theory, but the sexual frustration of actually keeping her hands off both men was crushing. She couldn't help squirming slightly and smiled slowly when she felt Stephon's cock harden beneath her bottom.
Guiltily she looked at Matt, but he only smiled his slow leisurely grin, knowing exactly what happened. He continued to play one song after another for the next hour, and without realizing it, she fell asleep.
A hot searing kiss caused her sleepy eyes to flutter open, but then they closed. "Emm." The lips pulled away. "Don't stop," she said in a drowsy voice.
Fingers turned her head and the lips were back, but different-the shape, the feel, even their temperature were not quite the same. It was Stephon. She'd never kissed him before. She managed to open her eyes wider and saw Matt resting on his knees beside the couch, watching her kiss his friend.
Stephon pulled back. "You're distracting her." His low throaty voice sent her pulse soaring.
"I was only trying to wake her up," Matt's voice sizzled.
"I'm awake." This time she was able to speak clearly.
"We didn't know if you wanted to change for dinner. What you have on is perfect, but Angela said to ask you." Matt's eyes traveled over her pajamas.
She looked down and realized one of them-or both-had taken advantage of her while she slept. Her midriff was bare to their gaze. She tried sitting up, but gentle pressure had her leaning further into Stephon's warmth. "Is Angela here?" She modestly pulled down her top and felt Stephon growl against her cheek, which made her smile.
"No, but she called to make sure you were okay with them coming for dinner."
"Yes, of course I am." She refused to let her feelings of inadequacy keep Stephon and Matt from enjoying company.
"They will understand if you're too tired."
"No really, I'm okay, but I would like to change."
Matt frowned. "I figured you would."
Her laugh caused his lips to turn up at the corners, and she squealed slightly when he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her from Stephon's lap. He straightened up and carried her to the bedroom. "Don't mind us, we'll only be a few minutes," he said over his shoulder.
This had her laughing harder and even as Matt kicked the door closed, Stephon swung it open and walked into the room. "My pal is a girlfriend hog."
"No, I'm just quicker than you."
"That's what all the women say."
Matt sat Jewel on the bed and turned. "Those are fighting words."
"Bring it on, beefcake."
It was Matt's turn to growl.
"Please stop. Really, it hurts to laugh." Jewel covered the battered side of her face.
The playful testosterone level in the room lowered. Stephon started going through the bags.
"Stop that. You pawed my things back at my apartment, you jerk. I'll pick out my own clothes and the two of you will wait in the other room."
His hand came out with a small piece of red lace. "Only if you wear this." He tossed it through the air, but before she caught it Matt snatched it away.
"I agree. I've imagined you in red."
"Give me that. Both of you, out." Oh she hated to ask. "Were any bras delivered?"
"No," they answered in unison.
"Okay. Out."
The door closed and she looked at the panties in her hand. They wouldn't know if she was wearing them or not, which made her smile. Standing, she went to the bags and began removing items-another pair of pajamas, but these in a soft pink, jeans that probably wouldn't feel so great against her knees, black flannel bottoms, several tees in various colors, and a black and white jersey top. Since they were having dinner in the suite, she decided on comfort. The jersey had a seam across her breasts that only accented her lack of a bra. She thought about the one she wore earlier, but was unable to find any of her soiled clothing she wore when the attack happened.
She slipped on the panties and then the flannel pants. Brushing her hair did little to help her bedhead, but the last thing she wanted to do was get dolled up so the nice shiner under her eye stood out more. For the same reason, she didn't pull her hair back from her face.
She left the bathroom and went to join her boys. That thought made her smile even with the slight soreness to her face.
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