Jax lifts his finger to his lips, gesturing for me to be quiet as he stalks toward the door. When he pulls it open, Oakley raises her hands in surrender. “I’m sorry!” She laughs. “It’s not my fault you totally sounded like a girl.”
My mouth gapes, and before she can react, I grab her and pull her over my shoulder and turn toward our bedroom. She squeaks when my palm connects against the sweet swell of her ass before I dump her on the bed, causing her to bounce a few times.
I straddle her hips and Jax grabs her arms and holds them above her head while I tickle her. Her screams and pleas for mercy go unheard as she writhes beneath me, her gorgeous body twisting and turning in an attempt to free herself. “Not fair, not fair,” she shouts.
“Aww, baby, what’s not fair?” I ask.
“I’m outnumbered,” she pouts.
Jax sits back and pulls her into his lap, his chest to her back. I sit in front of them, watching her expression change as Jax kisses trail closer to her ear. “You want us to get another woman? Even things up?” he taunts. Oh, he’s playing fucking dirty.
Jealousy mixed with possession flares in Oakley’s eyes, and damn if it’s not the sexiest fucking thing I’ve seen. “I will literally cut a bitch.” She crosses her arms, and I laugh.
She’s still scowling when Jax’s hand makes its way down her pants, but as soon as his fingers find her pussy and he dips inside her heat, she comes completely undone.
Kneeling, I hook my fingers over the hem of her pants and pull them off in one swift movement. “We’ve got ten minutes before we need to leave for work,” I tell her. Then I look at Jax. “Wanna bet how many times we can make her come before then?”
Oakley’s gasp turns into a whimper as I strip off her underwear.
“And I believe you owe me a blow job…” I add, and Oakley grins.
Jax’s gaze is predatory and focused solely on Oakley as he crawls around and lowers his hips between her spread legs. His cock sinks into her slick pussy and he gets to work.
***
OAKLEY
“And the usual for you, Tom?” I ask after I’ve taken the order from his best friend Ross, and Ross’ girlfriend, Maya.
“Thanks, Oakley. How are you, by the way... after—” He stops and I suppress my groan. Word of the incident at mermaid night has spread far and wide. Though from what I’ve heard, the incident which was more of a small blip has grown through the grapevine. Word now is a fellow co-worker was overcome with jealousy and tried to purposely set me on fire. Jesus Christ. I swear, these men gossip worse than a bunch of women.
“I’m great,” I assure him. “I’ll be back shortly with your orders.” I turn to the next table, but I stop in my tracks when I hear “Do you know what happened to her face?” comes from Maya.
“I don’t know and it’s none of my goddamn business,” Tom sounds angry.
“I was only asking, Tom, no need to get defensive,” she says, and the hint of embarrassment in her tone makes me feel a little sorry for her. I don’t blame her for wondering, if I came across someone with scars like mine, I would be curious too.
I continue collecting dinner orders, all the while savoring the delicious ache in my pussy. By the end of our ten minutes, my men had managed to wring three orgasms from my body. Smiling, I make my way back to the bar to relay the orders I’d taken to the kitchen staff.
“Well hey there, pretty girl. What’s got you smiling like the Cheshire cat?” Shelly asks, as if she doesn’t know.
“Nothing.” I smile wider.
“I think our girl is one satisfied pussy,” Tasha jokes as she walks by with a tray filled with fries and beer.
My face flames and I cover it with my hands. Grinning, Shelly pulls my hands away and holds them tightly between hers. “I’m really happy for you, Oak.” Sincerity pours off her in waves.
“Me too,” I admit.
“Oakley,” Rhys calls from the bar.
I pop a quick kiss on Shells cheek and wait while Rhys places the drinks on my tray. “You look good tonight. Happier,” Rhys says.
Well damn. That’s my second compliment in as many minutes. It wasn’t like I was a miserable hag before. Still, I thank Rhys and carry my tray, setting down drinks as I pass by