“Of course. I’ll be right back. Make yourself comfortable. There’s a lot of guys from the gym here, so you should know some people,” John says before walking away and passing Brian as he goes.
Brian and John exchange a look as he walks by, their connection so strong they don’t have to speak, or even look at each other, to know ‘the mission’. It’s always a mission, no matter what it is.
“What’s up Rico, how do you like our little city?” Brian comes up behind him and sets his hand on his shoulder.
“It’s really nice, a lot of opportunity here, like an uncharted territory. I think I’ll stay a while,” Rico answers him smiling almost mysteriously.
It’s easy to be more relaxed with Brian. Brian’s demeanor is calming and laidback and he instantly pulls you in. Like the lapping of the waves against the shore, he soothes you.
“Really? That’s cool, what sort of opportunities are you looking for?” Brian can’t help asking.
“I’m going to ‘start a business’, I like to work for myself, it keeps things less complicated,” Rico answers him rather evasively.
“I can agree with that,” Brian says nodding his head. “Hey, did you hear about the competition? You going to compete?” Brian asks turning to face him.
“Yeah, I saw the signs. I’d love to compete, you think your boy would fight me?” Rico asks Brian with a cocky half grin.
“Are you shitting me?” Brian exclaims unable to hide his shocked amusement. “There is no doubt he would love to get in the cage with you,” Brian blurts out.
“Good, I’m glad the feeling is mutual,” Rico says quietly, his tone soft as silk.
Elsie has been watching the exchange between the three men and something doesn’t feel right about the smiles and the hand shaking. Even though she can’t hear what’s going on between them, it’s not necessary. The expressions and their body language tell her everything she needs to know. They don’t like each other and sooner or later the shit’s going to hit the fan.
*
Everyone is finally gone. John, Brian and Elsie are putting away the last of the leftover food as some soft music plays through the system.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you, Rico asked me if I thought you’d want to get in the cage with him,” Brian laughs.
“What is that guy’s problem? There’s just something about him,” John says letting the thought trail off. He turns to Brian and continues, “Did you tell him I’d love to shut his mouth for him?”
“Hah, pretty much, yeah,” Brain can’t help but laugh as he remembers his reaction to Rico’s question.
“Enough of that little asshole,” John says dismissing all thoughts of anything else but the night ahead. He turns to Elsie, “Alright my little angel, it’s finally time for what I’ve been waiting for since before Halloween. Come here.”
Every nerve ending, and every one of Elsie’s senses, ignite with those two words.
CHAPTER 8 “Now, if we’re talking body, you’ve got a perfect one so put it on me. Swear it won’t take you long. If you love me right, we’ll fuck all night, on and on and on. Love, give me love. Anything you want, I’ll give it up. Lips, lips I kiss. Bite me while I taste your finger tips…” Lyrics “Talking Body” by Tove Lo
Elsie walks slowly towards John, eyes wide and breathing ragged. Her breasts come to attention and she can feel her nipples reacting to that promise of being touched and tantalized her. Her sex has awakened and is pulsing with need, remembering John and Brian’s fingers stroking and teasing her until she shattered.
John is not a man to be taken lightly. Everything about him is deliberate and intense. There is nothing halfway about him, it is either all or nothing. Elsie can feel his intensity rolling off him, enveloping her, embracing her, pulling her towards him. The depth of his desire, his hunger and his need are obvious and palpable. Elsie knows that he will accept nothing less than everything from her. And that demand is what makes Elsie’s desire come alive.
Her eyes shift to Brian. The controlled hunger Elsie sees in Brian’s face is enough to take her breath away. His body shifts in fluid precision, with tiger-like moves, strong yet soft, precise yet agile, fierce yet gentle. When he moves, he glides quietly and stealthily in complete control of each movement. He stands behind her and she can feel the heat of both men penetrating her. The power and strength emanating from them is almost more than Elsie can take. And exactly what she needs.
She is standing between them and they both tower over her by more than a foot. She’s scared but on fire.
John lifts Elsie’s chin with a finger and tells her quietly, “Look at me, Angel,” his voice rumbling from his chest and washing over her like molten lava.
She lifts her face slowly, to look up.
“Are you ready for us, Angel?” he asks her.
John has to be sure that this is what Elsie wants. He can feel her need and her wanting and he can practically smell her desire, her scent still so fresh in his mind. But she has to tell him, tell them both, before they begin to take her to a place from which she will never want to return.
“If you don’t finish what you started earlier, I’m going to kill you both,” Elsie tells them looking directly into John’s eyes.
This is what she wants, she wants them both, she wants the promises they have given to her. She want’s John so much it hurts. And if this is the only time she will have him, then she’s going to dive in completely. The fear of him turning from her because of her scars is only a slight nag compared to her desires.
Fuck you, I’m not letting you ruin this for me, she tells herself,
