Clifford Arbor: The Seduction of Raven Peters (10 page)

"This isn’t supposed to be like this?" she told them.

"What? Us telling you what we imagine? What we want?" Jackson still held her hand.

"How long have you two been a couple?" Raven asked them.

"Who said we’re a couple?" Harley teased.

Jackson shook his head.

"Okay, so that is a no go area?" Raven asked.

They both nodded their heads.

"Where is the excitement of tomorrow night if we tell you? It will be one hell of a surprise,"

Harley teased.

"Tell me about the two of you." Raven’s eyes moved from Jackson to Harley and then back again.

****

Hell yes, she was begging for them.

Jackson's cock twitched against the palm cupping and squeezing him under the table. He turned to Harley and saw him smiling at him but with a warning in his eyes to ease up. He had no intention of blowing all over himself underneath the table. It was rude and ungentlemanly.

Harley gave him a butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-my-mouth expression. It would seem he was getting him back for making her cum this morning. Jackson didn’t mind the torture he was now in, it was minuscule to what he’d dish out to Harley, if it had been the other way around.

"We both build," Jackson gritted out, feeling the blood building in his pants.

"We love working with our hands," Harley answered innocently as a cheer went round the room as the town congratulated Chase and Lawrence who’d just walked into the restaurant to wait for their woman to finish her shift. Harley unzipped Jackson’s jeans and pulled out his dick. Jackson glared but he couldn’t do anything. To do something would alert Raven that something was going on underneath the table and he rather liked the idea of keeping her in suspense as to whether they really were a couple.

"They are just the cutest…couple?" Raven looked over at Emily who was being hugged and kissed from all angles by Chase and Lawrence as they took the serving trays from her and paraded her around the room talking with all the guests. "You can tell they’re worried about her." Raven spoke more to herself than the two men present at the table.

"She’s a small woman," Jackson acknowledged, attempting to move away from Harley’s prying hand with no such luck as the bastard was moving closer to him.

"She’l deal with it." Raven looked over at them wistfully.

"Never felt that close with anyone?" Jackson asked. It would seem tonight he’d have to deal with all the questions. Harley seemed intent on pissing him off and jacking him off.

"Not yet. There was one guy but he turned out to be a complete and total loser. He stil had a wife, which he told me he was on the verge of leaving. Turned out besides great sex, I felt nothing for him."

He loved the way she spoke, her head tilted to the side more interested in watching his friends than watching the two of them. His aching shaft forgotten, he leaned over and took her other hand forcing her to look at him.

"What’s the matter, angel?" He wondered if the shock from Patricia’s attack had finally caught up with her.

"If you’re going to play with his cock couldn’t you at least have waited until I was gone or let me join in?" Her eyes shined as Jackson jolted in his seat and Harley actually let go of him.

"How did you know?"

"I’m twenty-eight years old. You think I haven’t played with my boyfriend’s cock when other people are present? Please. It was easy to spot." She chuckled. Shocking both of them, she leaned under the table, lifted the table cloth and had a good look at the cock on display.

"Oh, you’re big, Jackson." She came back up giggling as they both stared at her with their mouths open.

"It’s a little unfair when you keep yourself away from prying eyes, Harley." She pouted at him, showing her disappointment. Jackson thought it was incredibly cute. He imagined sucking in that little pout, biting down with his teeth.

"Well if you wanted to look darling, all you had to do was ask." Harley moved his hands underneath the table, the zipper heard this time and the shuffling prominent. Seconds later he challenged her.

"Want to have a look?" He asked, his arms open in surrender.

She smiled and right then she dove under the cloth and took another good look at him.

Jackson glanced at Harley quickly. Harley winked at him. He tried to contain a chuckle but a small one escaped, bringing her back up from looking at them.

"Well it’s easy for me." She gestured for them to look under the table. They both moved at the same time causing her to laugh as their heads collided. Harley nodded at him and Jackson looked first, not sure whether to be a gentleman and wait. Even though his fingers had been buried inside her this morning, he hadn’t seen what she’d looked like and now was his chance.

She was glistening and wet and he could smell the combined scent of all three of them and his mouth watered. They would make an amazing feast. He came up for air and saw the twinkle in her eye as she watched him. Harley came up a few minutes later. They wore the same expressions upon their faces, strained and disappointed that they would have to wait until tomorrow.

"Do you approve?" She shrugged her shoulders sending a teasing tone across the table.

She damn well knew they approved. He wanted to get his tongue inside her cunt and lick all of her juice.

Her hand disappeared beneath the table cloth then coming back up, she offered her fingers to them. "Who wants the first taste?"

Jackson could have cum, his cock leaking copious amounts of his semen but he didn’t care.

This woman was a dream come true. He took the offered fingers and sucked her clean, tasting her sweet, musky fragrance, delicate and uniquely her. He moaned around her fingers, sucking her to the back of his throat.

Her hand disappeared once again underneath the table before coming back up to offer Harley a taste of her delectable juice. The other man did the same as Jackson, taking her into his mouth and sucking her cream with pleasure.

Harley and Jackson couldn’t help staring at her as if she was a goddess sent only for them.

"I don’t think I need to ask you if you like the taste of me," she teased, chuckling as both men stared at her with nakedly open animal lust. "What about my taste?" Her pout returned.

Jackson would gladly give her anything her heart desired.

He ran his thumb along his leaking slit, coating the tip of his thumb, then offered it to her and groaned when her small red tongue peeked out and lapped him up.

Harley was next, presenting her with his cum coated thumb, her little tongue tempting them both.

"You both taste amazing." Raven sat back staring at them, smiling.

"Just a little taste to keep you boys going until tomorrow." She lifted a bread stick from the basket, looking smug and delighted with herself.

They ordered their meal and talked about future plans and they all discovered they wanted a house full of children. They learned about each other’s family and how Harley’s made up for the lack of Jackson’s and Raven’s. As the night wore on, the incident with Patricia was almost forgotten. Just an insignificant act of a mad and jealous woman who’d finally lost the power to matter.

The trust gradually built and the fiery undercurrent of explosive desire simmered. The beginning of a deep, time consuming love began that night. Perfect and beautiful.

Harley and Jackson had found the one woman to complete their lives. To one to be the bridge each man needed.

Friday morning found Raven quite nervous. She was thankful she’d be working a few extra hours at the bookstore tonight. After last night she needed a little distance. She wanted to be clear headed later.

She had to be.

This was the rest of her life she was dealing with. Distracted, she kept thinking about the little red number she’d bought for the occasion.

The dress enhanced her assets and accentuated her large breasts, small waist and generous hips.

For the first time she was pleased with the generous curves she’d been graced with.

She’d need all the extra calories she could find if the rumors she’d heard about her sexy two men were true. In fact, she was almost positive after last night all the rumors were true.

A little chuckle escaped Raven’s lips at the naughty possibilities.

The ringing of the bell made her look up as Carl and Edward walked into the shop. She quickly moved behind her desk, keeping the desk between them. These two brothers were sexy as sin but they just didn’t do it for her.

"Hello gorgeous." Carl smiled at her. His gaze traveled from her face to her breasts and back again. "Carl," she answered. "What can I get you?" She tapped her finger on the counter hoping Beatrice would be back soon.

"A hot, sexy woman."

Raven chuckled.

"I’m afraid I don’t have one of those. Marty’s down the street would be the perfect place to look though." She tossed out the name of the local bar where everyone went to get down and dirty.

"But you’re not there." He reached over to stroke her hand.

She pulled away, not wanting to be touched. "I’m sorry guys but you’re gonna have to look elsewhere. I’m taken."

"We’d been warned against you but we wanted to make sure for ourselves," Carl said sighing.

"Warned?"

"Yeah. Told to stay away from you or he would rid me of my favorite body part and baby, you're hot and all but I love that part."

"Who?"

"Jackson Cole."

Raven shouldn’t be happy about the stake of claim Jackson made but she couldn’t stop the beating of her heart and the happiness at knowing the two men cared for her so much. The dominance of marking their territory should've really pissed her off but she could feel herself glowing inside. To be owned sent delicious shivers up her spine.

"Just from your smile I know it’s true." Carl smiled at her while Edward seemed relieved.

"I’m Jackson and Harley’s woman. I’m sure you’ll find a woman to meet your needs soon.

Two gorgeous men like yourselves won’t be lonely for long," she told them, beaming at speaking up to owning her two men.

"I sure hope so. Till next time." Carl nodded and left.

Once Raven got home, she took a quick shower and spent the next two hours preparing herself to go next door.

She loved the deep sultry, slut red dress she’d bought with only a strap round the neck.

Undo that strap and the dress would fall from her body in a hypnotic haze. Yes, she’d prepared for everything, even the ease of undressing. No bra. She didn’t want the tight confines of the lace. She wanted her breasts falling free, making it easier to see the outline of her nipples. Tonight was all about enjoyment and tantalizing her prey. They made her feel cherished and she’d reward them for it.

She left her dark curls wild. No matter what she did with them they’d just work loose and tumble free anyway. She decided she’d go with the sexy approach.

For make-up she wore red lipstick.

Black stiletto shoes completed the ensemble and she was good to go.

Raven glanced at the mirror then she was out the door at seven and knocking on their door.

****

Harley and Jackson waited in the kitchen, Harley wearing a naked woman apron and

Jackson sitting at the counter drinking ice cold beer. Both were watching the clock. Waiting.

Jackson checked the watch on his wrist to make sure he had the right time.

"She’l be here. Have a little faith." Harley flipped the steaks on the grill.

"I know," Jackson said. He was nervous. They hadn’t spoken since being in the restaurant together. After talking and getting to know each other a little better he discovered he really wanted her to like him. Really like him.

Five minutes later Jackson jumped out of his seat running down the hall leaving a chuckling Harley behind. He opened the door and there before him was a sexy temptress in red with fuck-me stilettos on her feet. He visibly gulped. Man, she was a package and soon she’d be all his and Harley’s.

If last night had been the first course then tonight would be dinner and desert.

Anticipation.

"I take it you like the dress?" Raven twirled giving him a tempting view of her rounded ass.

His eyes were drawn to the natural sway of her breasts, the light summer chill showing her hardened nipples to perfection.

"You look amazing." His mouth watered at the thought of getting those plump nipples in his mouth.

"Thanks. You gonna let me in?"

He leaned his weight against the door opening it wide enough so she could enter but holding it closed enough she’d have to touch him as she moved past. Her floral scent teased his nostrils. God, everything about this woman sent his cock sky rocketing.

Right now she was the picture of sex, of fucking, but she stil managed to have an aura of vulnerability about her. The entire package was intoxicating.

"Something smells good," she said.

"That would be Harley."

She raised an eyebrow. Jackson finally realized how what he said sounded.

"I mean Harley is cooking steak. Hope you like meat."

"I love a nice piece of meat." Raven smirked.

Jackson groaned out loud.

"You smell good, too." She pressed her hands to his large chest and his muscles rippled at her touch. She smiled, leaning in to take a small sniff, nuzzling his chest through his shirt as she did.

He swore. His hands fisted as he tried with all of his might not to touch her.

"Put your hands on me," she begged.

"If I start touching you, I won’t be able to stop."

"Do you promise?"

"You’re making this hard, Raven," he warned.

She looked down to the front of his pants. "I hope so."

He growled. Holding onto her arm, he escorted her down the hall to the kitchen where Harley stood waiting. Jackson knew he’d been watching the two of them in the hallway and looking at the bulge in his pants, he’d enjoyed every second of the show.

"Raven, you look sexy as sin." He didn’t bother to cover up his desire.

"You look hot as well." Raven moved passed Jackson to stand between both men.

The air filled with tension, the humming of the cooker the only sound filling the room. Raven looked from one man to the other. Harley and Jackson looked at each other and then at Raven. Al of them mirrored desire for each other.