French Quarter (18 page)

“A pleasure doing business with you,” she said, finally lowering her top and turning to catch up with her friends.

Liz couldn’t help watching the scene with a strange, unbidden fascination. Even as intimate as she’d been with Jack and as she might soon be with Ty, she couldn’t relate to the desire to flash your breasts for fifty-cent beads. Although she might not have realized it at first, the things she’d done with Jack had always been about more than sex between strangers. Even so, watching the girl lift her top for the men’s pleasure had added subtly to her arousal. Clearly, like everything so hedonistic about this city, flashing for beads was not restricted only to Mardi Gras.

“I don’t know about you guys,” one of the men said to his buddies as Liz continued watching, “but I’m ready to hit a strip joint.”

The others laughingly agreed and they wasted no time heading into Club Venus, just across the street.

Just then, Ty approached, handing her a drink, their fingers brushing during the exchange. Jack was still at the bar, paying. “Thanks,” she said softly. She met Ty’s brown eyes briefly, but again, it was too intense for her, so she shifted her gaze away, back across the street, where a lovely young girl in a micro-mini dress and sexy high heels stood next to the doorman, saying, “Come on in, gentlemen.”

“Are you a dancer?” one of them asked, sounding drunker than the rest.

She nodded. “I’ll be on the main stage in about twenty minutes, so you’d better get a good seat so you can give me lots of tips.” She giggled in conclusion.

“You bet we will, sugar,” the drunk guy said. “I want to see your tits.”

“What next?”

Liz flinched at Jack’s voice in her ear. She’d become entranced by the happenings across the street—by the open sexuality displayed here. No one was shy or reticent; no one was anything but eager and honest about it. Perhaps, Liz reasoned, it had been this erotic atmosphere that had first opened her mind to the things she’d done over the last few days. Perhaps it was so intoxicating that anyone would respond as she had, opening herself up for all these new sexual experiences. But one look at Jack reminded her again—no, this was more than that. He treated her with so much more respect than those guys going into the bar showed the women willing to bare it all for them. He was so good and sweet to her, so committed to pleasuring her as much or more than himself. And she wanted to pleasure him just as much in return.

She knew in that moment she wouldn’t say no to his desire for a threesome. In fact, she would embrace it, would love sharing it with him, would dive into it with the same eager honesty about sex that was all around her on naughty Bourbon Street.

“What do you want to do now,
chere
?” Jack asked again when she didn’t answer.

She flicked her gaze to Ty, then back to Jack. “Let’s stop into Club Venus for a little while.”

The fresh heat in Jack’s gaze was unmistakable. “Sure thing, darlin’.”

Jack placed his hand at the small of her back and the three of them proceeded across the street.

The only seats available were a couple of small plush chairs in front of the main stage. Ty took one, and Liz sat across Jack’s lap in the other. On the stage, the Britney Spears look-alike she’d seen here before gyrated around a pole. Her blonde hair hung in two braids and the blouse tied at her waist was sheer enough to provide a good view of her dark nipples.

As the stripper teased the audience by pulling up her short plaid skirt just enough to show the tops of her lace stockings and garter belt, Ty leaned over and spoke softly. “Jack tells me you have excellent taste in women.”

Don’t blush
, she commanded herself. “Yes, he seems to think so.”

“So, if I wanted a lap dance, who would you pick for me?”

Liz’s pussy went warm beneath her dress.

She scanned the room—the strippers on the various stages, and the girls already naked and giving lap dances. Her eyes were drawn to a girl she hadn’t seen there on her previous visits—an exotic looking brunette with long, dark, straight hair, pert medium-sized breasts, and a sexy dark tan. She currently danced on one of the smaller stages in a black leather mini-skirt and high black boots. Tan lines outlined her breasts and drew attention to them.

“Her,” Liz said, pointing.

Both guys looked and Ty offered a heated little smile. “Jack was right. Nice choice.”

They returned to silence then, all of them watching the schoolgirl shed her blouse and caress her breasts as she shimmied and swayed for them. Jack’s cock grew against Liz’s thigh, and the combined visual and physical sensations made her wet. Her nipples felt like little bullets against the snug dress and she almost wished she hadn’t suggested they come here, that she’d simply had the courage to go back to Jack’s place where she could be with them both—now.

Instead, though, she shifted her gaze to the girl she’d selected for Ty, who was sensually wiggling out of her leather skirt, leaving her in another of the flesh-colored g-strings utilized by Club Venus. As the pretty stripper continued her sensual dance, tweaking her nipples, running long, slender fingers around her barely-concealed pussy, she noticed Ty was watching, too. Jack’s eyes remained on the main stage, and strangely, Liz had the sensation that watching the other girl was something she and Ty were sharing.

The moment the girl’s number came to a close, Ty calmly raised a finger, as if he were signaling a waiter, and despite the crowd, the stripper saw him immediately. Still in high-heeled boots and g-string, she made her way over to where they sat.

“How much?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with a slow heat.

Although he’d not specified a lap dance, the girl seemed to know what he meant. “Twenty.”

He curled his index finger toward him, as if saying,
Come here.

The pretty girl smiled, wasting no time straddling Ty in the small chair.

* * * * *

Jack watched as the hot brunette Liz had selected writhed sensually in Ty’s lap. His friend leaned back, looking drunk on her, his eyes roaming her face, her breasts, her thighs spread across his with only a miniscule g-string covering her cunt.

Liz watched, too, and he knew all three of them were getting hotter and hotter, primed for what was to come. And even as entranced as Ty appeared to be with the stripper in his lap, Jack knew his friend was anticipating sharing Liz with him in a little while. And Liz would say yes—he knew that, too. He’d seen an anxious little light in her eye when she’d suggested they come into the strip bar.

When he’d told Ty about what might happen between them and Liz, his friend had at first been disbelieving, and then awed. Not only because of the long-time fantasy they’d harbored, but also because Jack was willing to share her.

“Don’t deny it, buddy, you’ve got a serious thing going with sexy Miss Lizzie. So what I don’t know is—why are you willing to share the one woman I’ve ever seen you feel something solid for?”

Jack had considered denying the accusation, but instead had just been honest. “Because I want her to feel
everything
. I want her to know ultimate pleasure.”

“And afterward? Will you be okay with it then, knowing I’ve fucked the woman you love?”

Again, Jack had the urge to deny it—damn, when had the word
love
come into play here? But he didn’t. “Look, I’m pretty sure this isn’t a serious thing to her. She’s in a place where she’s explorin’ her sexuality, learnin’ to lose her inhibitions. No matter what I feel or don’t feel, I think sooner or later she’ll get her fill of sexual experiments and then we’ll probably…go our separate ways. So the after part doesn’t really matter. What matters is that I help her have these experiences, that I help her take her sexuality wherever it wants to go.”

Ty had flashed an incredulous look. “So you’re saying you’re going to let her go, that easy?”

Jack had shrugged. “We’re in different places in life. She’s just broken up with a longtime boyfriend and discovered this new, wild side of herself. I think she’s got a lot of livin’ to do, probably with a lotta people.”

“What if you’re wrong and she only wants to do her living with you?”

He shook his head. “For your information, I invited her to move in with me, and she said no. I can take a hint.”

Ty rolled his eyes. “Sometimes I think you’re a little too laid back for your own good. If I wanted something long-term with a woman, I’d pursue her until she wanted the same thing.”

“That’s where you and I are different, my
bon ami
,” Jack said. Because he wasn’t Ty—he had a reason
not
to pursue it. Even if he wanted her, his father’s regrets still played through his head—he sure as hell didn’t want to end up the emotional mess his dad had been, over a woman. If Liz really wanted to be with him, if he
knew
she wanted something strong and lasting, he wouldn’t be able to resist. But if she didn’t—
mais,
he was just going to let the chips fall where they would and assume that’s how things were supposed to be. He’d done all right with that philosophy in life so far.

And he meant what he’d told Ty about their proposed
ménage a trois
—it was about
her
, and it was about him being
willing
to share her in order to please her, and it was about the two of them
sharing
the experience.

As they both watched the lovely stripper giving Ty a very sexy lap dance, Jack’s erection grew more rock solid. The woman swiveled her hips in his friend’s lap, arching against his cock in perfect simulated sex. Her breasts shimmied before Ty’s glassy eyes, her nipples dark and erect. Ty, of course, couldn’t touch her, but his gaze traveled from her delicate face to the swell of her breasts to the pale g-string that hid her crotch.

Jack slid his hand between Liz’s knees, gliding it slowly up to the edge of her skirt and underneath, his fingers playing over the lace tops of her stockings. He wanted to do so much more—wanted to reach his hand inside the low opening of her incredible dress, wanted to rake his fingertips across her pussy, which he knew had to be soaked by now. He wanted to press against her naked body from one side while Ty pressed against her from the other, wanted her to know the excitement of being worshipped so decadently. And a part of him even wanted to take her back to his place—alone, no Ty—and lock her up and keep her there forever, his, only his. But that was a little scary, a little like something his father might have thought about his mother—and fortunately for Liz and Ty, he wasn’t going to listen to that possessive little voice growing inside him. Instead, he was going to offer all three of them the ultimate thrill.

As the sexy stripper ground her crotch into Ty’s, moving in hot little circles, Liz leaned to whisper in Jack’s ear. “I think I’m ready to go back to your place.”

He looked into her eyes and saw the undeniable passion there. “With Ty, too?”

She nodded solemnly.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Are you?”

“
Oui
. Definitely.”

Chapter 8

The cab ride, though short, was excruciating. They didn’t talk, but Jack caressed Liz’s thigh. She sat between the two men, all the while wondering how it would begin, how Ty would become involved in something they’d gotten pretty good at as a twosome, how it would feel, how she would respond. She kept wanting Ty to touch her in the cab along with Jack, but he didn’t. The waiting had turned to torture.

Once inside the apartment, Jack said, “Something to drink?”

“Wine,” she said.

“For me, too,” Ty added.

She took a seat on Jack’s couch and Ty joined her. Their eyes met and this time she didn’t look away, simply wouldn’t let herself. Jack sat down on her other side, lowering three stemmed glasses to the coffee table, along with an uncorked bottle of wine, which he then poured.

He picked up his glass and said, “Maybe we should toast something.”

Liz raised her glass and said, a bit breathlessly, but suddenly feeling more daring, “To sharing.”

“To sharing,” Jack repeated, and the three of them clinked glasses.

Liz took a long sip, then set her glass on the table and turned to Jack. “I’m suddenly…so ready for this,” she breathed.

“Ah, lovely
chere
,” he whispered, looking deep into her eyes before slowly leaning in to deliver a long, hot kiss, his tongue swimming in languid circles around hers.

It sent a burst of unquenched desire exploding through Liz’s body, leaving her pussy throbbing with maddening intensity. She kissed him back, twining her arms around his neck, leaning over into his embrace.

One kiss turned to another as his hands roamed her back, ass, waist, sliding up to massage one needy breast. And even as she let herself sink into Jack, because Jack was everything in that moment, she remained ultra-aware of Ty’s presence, too, knowing he sat on the opposite side of her, watching their passion, waiting to join in. She’d meant it when she’d said she was ready; she desperately wanted to feel his touch along with Jack’s, and finally she stretched out her legs beside her, knees bent, until she slid one high-heeled foot onto Ty’s warm thigh.

And then it came—his touch, a gentle grazing at her ankle, his fingers playing about the strap of her sexy shoe. Still making out with Jack, she rubbed her foot against Ty’s leg to let him know the touch was welcome.