Page 158 of Double or Nothing

I want that confidence, even if it’s just a taste. The nerves can go fuck themselves tonight, excitement is the winner. And right now, I want to celebrate. With them. I want to be here, with Bryce and Jack, the two extremes of utter brilliance in my life.

I’m laughing with pure delight when I throw myself on the bed and toss my phone to the side. Bryce is still braced on all fours when I reach for Jack, kissing him with the all the passion a man like him deserves.

“Thank you,” I say against his mouth.

His smile is godly.

“You can thank me properly when the hammer drops.”

“I want to thank you now.”

I run my hand down his chest. His cock is still hard. Fresh from action.

“Excellent,” he says. “Call it a token deposit, then.”

Oh, his smile. His breath. His watertight self-assurance.

The thrill of Camilla’s email tangles with my need for him, until the two become merged as one. My work has been noticed. Chosen. Invited into one of those rarefied rooms I’ve spent my whole life dreaming of being in. And Jack made it happen. He did this for me. Nothing to do with a back handed deal behind the scenes with the name Parker written all over it.

I adore him.

I adore his arrogance, his meddling, his absolute refusal to let my doubt rule my world.

The high races through me, fierce and raw. I want to thank him for what he’s given me. The intoxicating possibility that I might truly be enough.

My body is the best way to show gratitude to Jack. His love language is all cock, pussy and filthy stretched assholes.

“There’s nothing token about it. Nothing at all,” I say, and plant my lips back on his.

Jack’s mouth tastes of Bryce. I savour every moment as I wriggle out of my coat and rip off my t-shirt.

Two pairs of hands help to strip me, even though Bryce curses as he moves. Jack has my tits, Bryce has my pussy. Two sets of fingers teasing as I spread my legs, still on cloud nine.

“Bryce set the bar pretty damn high earlier,” Jack says with a kinky smirk. “He took my whole fist, right to the wrist, the dirty bastard. If you want to show real thanks, you’re going to have to get your game on.”

He’s joking, but I’m not when I nod my head.

“I’m all in,” I say, clit sparking as Bryce digs his tongue between my pussy lips. “What do you want from me? Come on, set the bar.”

“Nah, no way. You can set your own bar.” Jack’s smile is so addictive. His fingers work wonders as he flicks at my nipple. “Call this the filthy bedroom auction house, and Bryce just put in a massive fucking bid to be the winner. You gonna match him? Raise the stakes?”

I look down at Bryce’s gorgeous face between my legs and picture him taking Jack’s whole fist. I’ve seen the attempts. I know the strain and pain involved. He’s called time out three times running.

How gutting that I didn’t get to see the grand event, but I’ll see the next one. Because this is just the beginning. Jack will be haunting Bryce’s ass for another go just as soon as he’s capable of taking it.

I look down at Jack’s filthy cock, standing proud. I love the idea that it was buried deep in Bryce before the fist action came to the fore. That’s what I want inside me. Jack’s filthy dick. A second-hand round.

Then, who knows?

Maybe I can hit the bar as high as Bryce did.

“Budge over and let me take your spot, please,” I say to him. “Time for my go on all fours. I’ll do it. I’ll go all in.”

Bryce curses with another oww as he moves out of the way, and the grimace on his face makes me rethink my bid. My ass feels like a vice as I clench it. I might as well have a no entry sign emblazoned on my ass cheeks.

Jack laughs as he watches me watching Bryce.

“I believe Bryce has already won this auction, Soul Girl, but you can come in a close second.”