Raising the Bar

Chapter Five

When Saturday night rolled into Sunday, Freddy figured she’d had enough. She’d covered for one of her missing bartenders on her night off, and she deserved a break. After the crowd died down and Ben took over, she’d bunk down in one of the spare rooms for the night.

Just as she finished her shift, she saw Harper sitting at a corner table with a few friends. No Dylan in sight, which made it a good time to speak with him about Derrick. As she neared the table, he turned and saw her.

He said goodbye to his friends and gave her a wide smile. “Hey, Freddy. How about we get a drink?” Harper stood and gently tugged her away, catcalls and wolf whistles sounding behind them.

The crowded dining area had been turned into a dance floor, and they had to skirt dozens of gyrating and barely clad bodies to find a quieter spot on the outskirts of the room again.

She didn’t want to have to yell to be heard, so she grabbed his hand and pulled him with her into a small supply closet down the hall.

“Hot damn,” Harper swore. “I finally get closet time with Freddy Thompson.”

“Shut up.” She laughed. Her gaze met his and she had a hard time staring without drooling. He really was one of the best-looking men she knew. She liked that rough, mean look. The big guy with a bad temper who never needed to unleash it. Or so she’d heard. She’d never seen Harper mad. Just sexy and flirty.

“So do I get to kiss you now or later?” Harper murmured and stepped closer. His hand rested on her shoulder, perilously close to her breast.

Warmth immediately flooded her sex. Freddy blew out a breath. Down, girl. You know he’s just teasing. “I need to talk to you about something serious.”

He took his hand away and his smile faded. “You okay, honey?”

“It’s not me. It’s you.”

He frowned.

“I know this isn’t my place, and I hate telling you this, but… Well, are you and Dylan an item now?”

“An item?” Harper shrugged. “I guess you could say that.”

“Then you’re a couple. Just the two of you.”

He narrowed his gaze on her and she flushed. “I know this is none of my business, but you see, a week ago I saw Dylan and his girlfriend. Together. They’re pretty chummy and I got the impression she has no idea he comes here to be with guys.”

“Really?” Harper looked stunned.

“Yeah. Sydney seems like a nice person. But—”

“Sydney? You saw him with Sydney?”

“Yes. I’m sorry, Harper. I know this isn’t my place, but so many guys around here like to play around. They’re married when it counts and gay when it doesn’t.”

“It always counts when you’re gay.” He winked, his humor unaffected.

“I’m glad you can laugh at this. I feel bad for saying anything, but I thought, if it was me, I’d want to know if my partner was unfaithful. And you’ve always struck me as a decent guy.”

“Thanks. I think.” He smiled at her.

Probably covering up that hurt with a manly show of “it doesn’t bother me, little miss”. She sighed.

“So tell me, did you talk to Dylan about this?” he asked.

“I would have. But he had the nerve to call himself ‘Derrick’ and pretend he didn’t know me. What a jerk.”

“Huh.” Harper turned away. “Would you…” He paused. “Do you think we could go to my room and talk about this? I need some space, and this closet is not it.”

“Sure thing, Harper. Your room?” He kept a room on hand on the weekends, though he hadn’t used it in a while—with the exception of last week. She liked to keep tabs on her VIP guests, and she readily admitted to paying more attention to Harper than she should have.

He nodded and let her walk him out. She looked over her shoulder at him a few times, making sure he was okay, and led him up the stairs. They entered his room and he shut the door behind them. It automatically locked, enclosing them in silence. A light flicked on in front of them, illuminating the small suite.

To her shock, Dylan stood half-dressed, leaning against the dresser.

She glanced at Harper, who didn’t seem surprised. So Harper wanted a confrontation with his lover. Well, she’d give him one.

“Dylan.” Harper nodded.

“Harper.” Dylan stared from him to Freddy with a frown on his face. “Everything okay?”

“No, everything is not okay.” She marched into his personal space and poked him. God, what a perfect chest. Barely any body hair, and so much sculpted muscle. Focus, Freddy. Focus. “I saw you, Dylan. You and your girlfriend. Or should I call you ‘Derrick’?”

He blinked and looked to Harper. “Is this for real?”

“Yep.” Harper crossed his arms. “She didn’t want to butt in, but she wanted to help me out. You’re apparently a user and a cheat.”

“You probably mean a liar and cheat, but okay.” Dylan calmly turned to her again. “Go on.”

She didn’t understand why he wanted to continue the pretense of civility, but she wouldn’t let him get away with lying to Harper. “Harper knows. You’re playing at being gay while you date your straight-laced girlfriend.”

He snorted. “If you’re talking about Sydney, I highly doubt that woman is straight-laced. She’s a wild one. Keeps Derrick hopping.”

“Do you often refer to yourself in the third person?” she asked icily, feeling for Harper, who took the opportunity to step up and stand behind her. Problem was, that put her in closer contact with Dylan. “Um, Harper?”

“Isn’t she something?” he asked Dylan and sighed. “So cute and caring, but with a hot temper. And she’s not wearing a bra. I love when she goes without, especially when she’s wearing a thin silk shirt. Like this one.” Harper put his hands around her and covered her less-than-ample chest.

Her nipples peaked as if she’d stepped into subzero weather, and she felt embarrassingly wet. “Harper, what are you doing?”

“I want you like you can’t believe.” He rubbed against her, and she felt something hard prod her lower back.

“But you’re gay.”

Dylan chuckled. “Can I explain the situation?”

“Oh, please do.” She glared at him. The cheater.

“Harper is not gay. Like me, he’s bi.”

“Mmm-hmm.” Harper nuzzled her neck and squeezed her nipples, and she couldn’t move, glued to the hot body behind her.

“Also, for the record, Derrick and I are two separate people. He’s my twin brother, and Sydney, his girlfriend, lives with him. I expect they’ll be engaged by Christmas, in another…two weeks. Oh wow, I’d better get shopping.”

“Wait. What?”

Harper nipped her ear. “You saw his twin, not Dylan. We’re both bi, and we want to make love to you tonight. Now. How about it?”

Freddy had to be dreaming.

“I think she wants it,” Dylan murmured. “Her pupils are dilated. She’s breathing fast. And her nipples are hard. Tight little beads. May I?”

Harper released one, and Dylan cupped her. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re nice and firm. I want to suck those pretty nipples. Can I?”

“B-but…”

“We want you, Freddy. Yes or no?” Dylan smiled. “But if you say yes, you have to know we’ll all be touching each other. Everywhere.”

“Oh God,” she moaned. “Am I dreaming?” Then she watched Dylan closely. “Kiss him. Right now. In front of me.”

Harper chuckled behind her, his mirth vibrating through her body. “You heard her, Doc. Plant one on me.”

Dylan shrugged. “Come here.”

Harper let go of her and circled to Dylan. She stared, wide-eyed, at the hottest kiss she’d ever seen. Dylan and Harper kissed and touched, grinding against one another. The play of light over Dylan’s arms was only slightly more appealing than seeing Harper grab his ass and hump him.

Harper let him go, both men breathing hard, and Dylan turned to her. Without asking, he took her mouth in a devastating kiss. He tasted masculine, and when he pulled back, she followed, not wanting it to end. Harper watching so closely made it that much naughtier.

“Yes or no, Freddy?” Harper rasped.

“Are you kidding me? Hell yes.”

She lost a bit of herself after that. Harper got naked. Dylan got naked. And then they both started stripping her down, touching her and petting her while they removed her shoes, socks and pants. Her panties they dragged down with agonizing slowness.

“I can’t wait,” Harper said, his voice hoarse. And then he shoved his face between her legs and licked.

“Harper.”

Dylan shook his head, his grin broad. “He’s pretty bossy in the bedroom.” Dylan stared at her mouth, then her chest and then the back of Harper’s head. “So you’ve done this before? Two guys?”

“Y-yes.” She moaned. “God, it’s been so long.”

“He has a great mouth.” Dylan licked his lips. “But mine’s better.”

Harper pulled away to say, “Bullshit,” before returning to eat her out.

Her legs shook, and she worried she’d come before they really got started. Harper and Dylan. A threesome with her fantasy team.

“Harper, let her go. She’s not completely naked yet.”

He gave her one last lick before moving back and rising to his feet. Moving behind her once more, he removed her shirt, the last piece of clothing to go, then held her waist while Dylan neared.

Dylan paid a lot of attention to her breasts, which were B-cups at best. “You’re gorgeous. And that pretty blond hair is prone to curl, hmm?” He cupped her mound, then shoved two fingers inside her, past her slick heat. “So wet,” he moaned.

“And sweet,” Harper added in a low voice. “I want to lick her until she screams.”

She wasn’t far from that now. “Guys. Please. I want… I mean, how do you want to…do this?”

Dylan and Harper looked at each other.

Then Harper said, “If you’ve had a threesome before, you’ve probably had a cock up your ass, right?”

She nodded, feeling herself blush. “But nothing as big as either one of you.” Both men were sexy and hung. It was like Christmas come early.

“Well then. We do it one of two ways. He takes your pussy while I fuck your ass,” Dylan said. “Or you suck one of us off while the other takes your pussy. Either way, we want you.” Dylan leaned close to suck her nipple, and she cried out at the pleasure. “Oh yeah, we want in you, baby. Right now.”

The doc called her “Baby”. Harper was in heaven. Freddy had reacted the way he’d thought she might. The woman had no problem with both of them together. She was in to it. In to them. Wet and sweet and sexy as hell.

He shoved his cock between her cheeks, not penetrating, just sliding against her. He wanted to ram inside her. But she was so small. She’d be so tight.

He broke out in a sweat just thinking about it. But Dylan had the floor, sucking her tits, rubbing her soft skin. His dark hair against her lighter hair, his tanned skin contrasting to her paler flesh, highlighted their differences. As Harper watched them, he felt that they belonged to him. His lovers. His partners.

Dylan kissed his way up her body and ended at her mouth. “I want inside you, Freddy. Right now, baby. Come on. Which way? How do you want us?”

She moaned. Harper pulled her ass cheeks farther apart and rubbed against her anus, stimulating her rim.

Dylan pushed her feet apart and put his cock between her legs, clamped tightly between her thighs. “She’s so wet, Harper. So fucking hot.”

“I know. I told you it would be like this.”

Freddy whispered, “I want both of you inside me. P-pussy and ass. Please, now.”

Harper didn’t need to be told twice. While Dylan continued to kiss her, he moved to the bed and lay down. “Bring her.” Then he rolled a condom on, not wanting to give her anything to think about but fucking them both.

Dylan walked her back to the bed, still kissing her. He pulled his mouth away and turned her to face Harper. Then he lifted her in his arms. “Oh, this is nice.”

She gasped but let him position her over Harper, as if she were a living doll.

It took a few moments for her to accustom herself to his size. Harper saw stars as he closed his eyes and fought for control, to not come right away inside her snug pussy.

“Jesus. She feels as tight as your ass, Dylan.”

Dylan chuckled. “Don’t lose it so soon, Mr. Macho. Or I swear you’ll never hear the end of it.” Then to make matters worse, just as Harper opened his eyes, he saw Dylan closing in fast for a kiss that melted Harper to the core.

He bucked up into Freddy while Dylan stroked with his tongue.

“That’s so sexy,” Freddy whispered.

Dylan ended the kiss with Harper and kissed Freddy. Harper watched just inches away, so lost he could barely think as he sank into her heat while she rode him. Her small gyrations grew stronger, until she was moving herself up and down over him.

Dylan drew back and stood next to the bed. “Christ, that’s sexy. I want inside you, Freddy,” Dylan said in a thick voice. “Just watching Harper’s fat cock disappear is enough to get me hard.” To Harper he said, “You’re all slick, man. She’s all over you.” Dylan leaned closer, and Harper felt his balls rolled, squeezed, and pressed by Dylan’s crafty fingers while Freddy continued to take him.

“I’m going to come,” she moaned.

“Hell.” Dylan hurried to the side table and donned a condom. He liberally covered the latex with lube, then returned to them on the bed. “Oh yeah. I’m going to put myself inside you. This is new to me, Freddy. So tell me if I hurt you.” He swore. “You have to stop moving.”

Freddy groaned. “Hurry up.”

Harper smacked her ass. “You move that pussy again and I’ll come. Be still.” He dragged her face down for a kiss and cupped her breasts, rubbing her nipples as punishment, because he knew how much she liked it, and how much she’d like to move.

“Oh yeah.” Dylan crouched behind her, moving carefully. Harper couldn’t see what happened, but by the tensing over him, he knew Dylan had started to play with her. “Easy, baby. Let me get you used to me.”

Harper kissed her some more, close to losing his mind. And then Freddy gasped into his mouth. Dylan shifted behind her, and Harper knew the doc had started to push inside her with more than his fingers.

“So tight. Yes. More, Dylan.” She made a face.

“Stop,” Harper ordered.

“Okay,” Dylan rasped. “Freddy, you okay?”

“Wait a minute. Okay, more.” She shifted over Harper, and he gritted his teeth, forcing himself not to thrust up hard.

As Dylan continued to move, Harper felt more pressure against his cock, and he groaned. “Yes. God, I need to move. Freddy, you need to come.”

“I know.”

“Not gonna be long.” Dylan swore again. “Fuck. This is amazing. You’re amazing,” he said to Freddy and kissed her shoulder. “You okay if I move?”

She nodded and stared at Harper, her blue eyes foggy with lust.

“Slowly,” Harper said.

Dylan started a rhythm that Freddy soon caught, and it didn’t take long before the three of them found their pacing. Harper let Dylan fuck her, taking the bliss as the pair shuddered over him. He reached between them to finger her clit, and the moment he touched her, Freddy cried out and clenched him tight, squeezing his cock enough that he couldn’t stop himself.

He pumped into her just as Dylan shoved hard. “I can’t stop. Coming…” Dylan groaned and stilled, emptying into her.

Harper had to move, but he couldn’t with both of them over him, stunned with pleasure. And then Freddy kissed him, Dylan pulled away, and she squirmed over Harper once more.

He groaned as his release came in one giant, torrential wave while Freddy ground over him. Dylan stroked her breasts and Harper’s chest while Harper continued to unload.

When he could think again, he looked up at the sweaty pair grinning down at him.

“So what do you have for round two?” Freddy asked.

Freddy slumped on the bed between her two new lovers and tried to catch her breath. Good Lord, but round two had made her scream. Muffled by a mouthful of thick flesh, she’d come hard all around Dylan and swallowed a very excited Harper.

Thankfully they’d had the safe sex talk before making round two a reality. A good thing, because she’d been stupid enough not to care the first time. They’d been the ones to use condoms, though she should have been the one to point that out.

What could she say? She’d been thoroughly destroyed. At this rate, she’d be walking funny tomorrow.

A huge grin warmed her from the inside out.

“What is that for?” Harper rumbled. He traced a pattern on her belly and she squirmed.

“I’m ticklish.”

“He means the smile. I’m assuming that’s a grin of unfathomable joy. I often have that effect on women,” Dylan stated in an uppity voice. Then he chuckled. “But seriously, Freddy. Are you all right? I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

“You were perfect and you know it.” She stroked Harper’s hand over her belly. “And you too, manly man.”

“I like that nickname. It suits him.” Dylan rolled to his side and put his hand next to Harper’s, completely covering her stomach. “And how about Little Miss Sexy for you? Jesus, Freddy. You about blew my mind.”

“No, she blew mine.” Harper laughed. “I knew it would be this good with you. I’ve been dying to get you into bed.”

“So what took you so long?” She stretched under them, feeling better than she had in a long time, and glanced at Harper.

“Timing wasn’t right.” Harper’s slow smile when he looked at Dylan made her feel funny. “I had to get Doc in on the picture.”

“So you two are new friends? Because I haven’t seen Dylan around here before.”

Dylan answered. “Harper caught me pretending to be my twin. Don’t ask. I lost a stupid bet. But instead of turning me in to his boss and killing a major deal for my brother, he blackmailed me into dinner. Here.”

“Nice, Harper.” She rubbed her hand over his cheek, and her stomach fluttered when he turned to kiss her palm.

“I thought so.” Harper leaned over her to kiss Dylan. “I always liked the look of Derrick, but he was missing something.”

“Oh?” Dylan asked.

“Yeah, he never looked at me the way you did, Doc.”

“Why do you call him ‘Doc’?” She wanted to know.

“Because I’m a psychiatrist. Not a shrink. I detest that word,” Dylan warned.

“He does. So I figure to use it twice a day when I talk to him,” Harper hinted.

“Twice a day, hmm?” Dylan pulled Freddy closer to him. “You didn’t call me all week.”

“I was giving you space. You’re a touchy kind of guy. I can tell.”

Freddy wondered, “So what do you think of all this?”

“I’m new to being with two people in bed, if that’s what you’re asking. But I’m not averse to trying it again.” Dylan’s smile showed even, white teeth.

“Averse.” Harper snorted. “Isn’t he cute? What do you say, Freddy? Should we show him how things are done at the club?”

“I’m shocked. I thought you were a one-man guy. Now I find out you not only like girls too, but you’re in to more than one partner. Golly, Harper. I don’t know what to say.”

“Smart ass.” He tried to reach for her, but Dylan cuddled her closer.

“Now now. Be as macho as you want, but you can’t hurt this tender morsel.”

Even Freddy had to turn to stare at him, sharing Harper’s incredulity. “Tender morsel?”

“Too much?” Dylan blinked, then burst out laughing. “If you could see your faces. Man, I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.”

“Try forever,” Harper added. “At least for me. This is what I’ve been missing,” he said in a softer voice.

Startled, Freddy turned to face him and saw the affection he couldn’t hide. For her? For Dylan? She didn’t know, but suddenly she didn’t care, because he scooted down to plant a kiss on her belly and inched his large hand south.

“Harper?”

“Hmm. Good idea. Maybe we could take turns.” Dylan moved down the bed with him.

“Oh man. I was kidding before about a round three,” she ended on a moan.