Hunting for Curves (BBW Erotic Romance) Page 2

  "Excuse m—" he started.

  "Oh." Jasmine picked up her purse. "Do you need the table? I haven't ordered so it's not a problem." She pushed her chair back and started to rise.

  "No, no." The man waved for her to sit again. "You're welcome to stay here as long as you like." Then he extended his hand. "My name is Luke."

  She stared at him for a moment before tentatively accepting his shake. "Jasmine."

  "That's a beautiful name. Like the flower." He smiled then took a brief glance over his shoulder. "I was hoping… Would you do me the honor of a favor?"

  Her lips scrunched as she eyed him carefully. "What?" Was he going to make some kind of practical joke? Or prank?

  "My partner and I have a little wager as to which one of us you will allow to buy you a drink."

  "Oh." She stared at her hands, gripping the purse in her lap. "I don't know…" They had to be making fun of her, yet his demeanor seemed earnest.

  He leaned down to make eye contact. "May I join you for a drink?"

  Heat rose in her cheeks. "I was going to order a rum and coke but—" She faltered. Even if he was serious, she didn't need to tell him it was all she could afford.

  A smile curved on his lips. "Rum and coke it is."

  "Lucas."

  Luke rolled his eyes and straightened as the blond-haired man approached the table.

  "You don't buy a lady a rum and coke like a college-aged frat boy." He lifted his hand. "My name is Evan. May I offer you a peach martini on the house?"

  "Jasmine." She flicked her eyes between the men as she shook Evan's hand. "You said earlier you were partners? Like business partners? Or…"

  "Lovers, actually." Luke grinned. "But we might as well be business partners."

  Evan chuckled. "Luke could never stomach the cruel world I work in. He would rather save lives for a living." He closed his eyes with a warm smile.

  "That's an exaggeration." But red bloomed in Luke's cheeks. "I'm a registered nurse." He placed his hands on the back of the chair. "Would it be all right if we sit with you?"

  Jasmine scooted back and set her purse down. "Yes, of course." She tapped her lips as the men took their seats. How fitting that they were gay, as she'd guessed. The hottest ones always turned out to be inaccessible. Even if they skewered you with a smoldering look from across the room. That must have been a mistake. But they seemed nice enough.

  "What was that peach thing?"

  Luke's eyes widened as Evan's pearly teeth appeared behind his grin.

  "A peach martini." Evan interlaced his fingers on the table. "It's a specialty at this bar."

  "I'll take one of those," she said with a grin of her own.

  "Damn." Luke snapped his fingers. "I guess I shouldn't be too surprised. He wooed me too, after all."

  Jasmine eyed Luke with confusion. But before she could say anything further, Evan turned and raised his hand.

  The waitress rushed over, wide eyed. "What can I get for you, sir?"

  "The lady will have a peach martini. Luke and I will have bourbon." He cleared his throat. "Premium all around, of course."

  "Yes, sir." The woman smiled but her hand shook as she wrote on her notepad. "Of course."

  Then he turned back to Jasmine. "Do you live around here or are you just visiting?"

  "Oh." She glanced down at her hands. "I'm not actually staying at the hotel." An anxious giggle escaped her lips. "I live on the east side at the Meadow apartments."

  "I know where that is." Luke straightened in his seat. "I jog through the park nearby. How is it living there?"

  "It's nice. A little cozy." Truthfully, she hated her apartment but she didn't want to discuss her fridge breaking down or the lack of water pressure. "How about you two?"

  "We live nearby." Evan's eyes focused on her with intensity. "But we have a room here for the night."

  She wondered why they were staying in a hotel if they lived in the city but before she could formulate a way to ask, the waitress rushed over with a platter full of drinks.

  "Here you go, sir." She set down a pair of crystal tumblers in front of the men, followed by the martini glass for Jasmine. "Just let me know if you need anything else. Enjoy." Then she retreated back into the crowd like a frightened mouse.

  Jasmine watched the woman's hasty departure as she took a sip of her drink. Then she jerked as the mixture of sweet liquid danced over her taste buds.

  "This is really good." She glanced up at Evan. "I wasn't sure if I'd like it."

  Luke took a sip from his glass. "I'm surprised you're here all by yourself. Are you meeting someone?"

  Her back tensed but she kept her smile. "No."

  "That is a travesty." Evan swirled his drink. "Did you want to be alone? We can leave if we're imposing on you."

  "No, I'm—" She glanced away briefly before returning her gaze. "I'm thankful for the company. It's been a rough day."

  Concern spread over Luke's face. "Please. Tell us what happened."

  "Lucas," Evan intoned. "That is her business. Don't pry."

  But she shook her head. "That's all right. It's not really that interesting anyway. Problems at work, mostly." And my crumbling relationship… or whatever it is. She swallowed. "How did you two meet?"

  Luke leaned on the table, cupping his cheek. "It's boring really." His eyes flicked up to Evan. "I wish I could say I was at a trendy club and he swept me off my feet. But the truth is that an artist friend of mine had an open house, and I was helping out with the food and drinks. Evan was there to take home a painting, and he wound up with me instead. I just couldn't resist him." He smiled warmly as he took a sip from his glass.

  Evan lowered his gaze to his drink. "I knew from the moment I saw him that he was special." His eyes traced up to Jasmine's face. "I'm a very good judge of character." There was something veiled in his intense gaze. Something fierce. Hungry.

  Her pulse quickened. Why did he look at me? He couldn't possibly mean—

  "I was already his and he knew it." Luke set his drink down and traced his finger over the smooth wood surface. "But he continued to court me. Some time passed before I discovered—"

  Evan cleared his throat. "We are looking for company tonight. I think it would be best to ask you before you finish that drink." His face took on an enigmatic look as he stared at her. "Would you join us for the evening?"

  The martini glass hovered a hair's breadth from her parted lips as she froze. Her wide eyes searched him but he gave no indication that he was joking.

  "Me?" Slowly, she lowered the drink. "In your hotel room?"

  She glanced at Luke. His face flushed as he bit his lip. But he nodded subtly. Did they plan this all along?

  Her eyes flicked back to Evan. "For the whole night?"

  Evan folded his hands. "Only as long as you wish to stay."

  She felt dizzy as the two men patiently waited for her response. It wasn't the alcohol either; she'd barely taken two sips. So they weren't gay, as she'd assumed. Or maybe they were, and this was some kind of novelty for them. They had to know they were smoking hot. One of them would be a temptation, let alone both.

  Her chest tightened with anxiety and she shook her head. It was as if her wildest fantasies had come to life. Yet it left her feeling naked and vulnerable. But what woman in her right mind would turn down a chance like this?

  Jasmine closed her eyes. This has to be a mistake. Maybe the light was too dim and they thought she was someone else. They couldn't possibly mean her. Or they would hastily reconsider once out of the dark bar. Once they saw who she really was. And they would tell her to leave.

  Even worse was the possibility that they would be disappointed, but hide it. They might pretend to like her, but then come up with a cordial and reasonable-sounding excuse to cut the night short. She wasn't going to chance it.

  With a tentative look, she started to shake her head. They were both in prime shape, with well-toned bodies and striking good looks. She had no place being with them.

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sp; Luke gave her a sad smile. "I know, I know. It's a crazy idea. I'm sorry we brought it up."

  She took a deep breath. "I'm deeply flattered. I'm sorry for making this awkward. It's just… not me."

  Evan chuckled. "Don't apologize. I am the one who broached the subject. And before you ask, regardless of what happens, we would still like to know more about you." He leaned on the table and braced his chin on his hand. "If you will forgive me for being so forward."

  A smile tickled her lips despite her embarrassment. She could see how Luke had fallen for him, with his direct attention and twinkling gaze. He was the epitome of the confident gentleman.

  "Of course," she said as she cupped her cheek. But why did they pick me out of all the people in the bar? It had been a long time since a stranger had flirted with her. And she'd never had two men flirt with her at once.

  If nothing else, she wanted to live in this moment, to bask in their gazes and lose herself in conversation. That couldn't hurt, could it? And later, she would always have the fantasy to fall back on… of what might have happened.

  Her phone interrupted her thoughts with a digital chirp. She quickly pulled it out of her purse and groaned inwardly.

  It was a text from Rodney.

  "I'm finishing up. Be right over."

  Searing heat shot up her spine. How dare he—after all—right in front of— Like a distant storm she felt her sadness darkening the skies of her mood. She closed her eyes, willing it away. I won't let him do this to me anymore. I won't let him control my emotions.

  Luke stared at her with concern. "Are you all right? If you need anything…"

  Her eyes darted from one man to the other. Then she reached out and lightly touched Luke's hand. "I think I'd like to see your hotel room."

  For once, Evan's eyes widened, ever so slightly.

  Chapter 2

  Calling it a "room" was like calling a yacht a "boat".

  The penthouse had two bedrooms in fact, separated from the main room—which was larger than her apartment—with a full kitchen, spacious living area and giant floor to ceiling windows framing a gorgeous sunset over the city.

  Jasmine's heart had raced during the elevator ride up. And it seemed to stop in her chest when Evan opened the door. Paralyzed by her awe, she stood at the threshold, afraid to enter lest she wake up from the dream unfolding before her eyes.

  "It's okay," Luke said, bending to undo his oxfords. "Just take your shoes off and you can go in."

  With a giggle despite her anxiety, she slipped her heels off and set them on the polished wood floor. Then she strolled to the middle of the spacious room, where she turned in circles.

  The furnishings were a clean, contemporary style and large paintings dominated the walls with dizzying designs and explosions of color. Tasteful, but bold. Definitely not the usual hotel décor.

  A black leather couch and two matching chairs formed a half circle, facing the enormous windows. In the kitchen, she spied stainless steel appliances and dark marble countertops.

  "Wow," she breathed. "This is just… incredible."

  Evan put his own shoes near the door and turned with a subtle smile. "I'm glad you approve. Can I get you anything to drink?"

  "Um…" She tapped her chin. "Water, if you don't mind." The martini was already making her head light and she didn't want to make a complete fool of herself.

  As he retrieved a glass from the cabinet, she turned and approached the vast windows. It was like standing at the edge of the world. "How many floors is this?"

  "Fifty." Luke stepped up next to her. "Quite the view, huh?"

  The last of the sun dipped below the horizon, leaving the few scattered clouds in hues of pink and purple. Tiny lights dotted the shadowed city below. But the best part was the quiet. This time of day the streets would be flooded with cars, yet she didn't hear a sound this high up.

  "It's beautiful." She tentatively placed a hand against the thick glass.

  Luke sighed. "So are you."

  She glanced at him, just as a red flush spread on his cheeks. His gaze flicked over her face and the receding light twinkled in his deep brown eyes. There was a hint of something exotic in his features, but she couldn't place it. Greek? Spanish?

  "I'm not used to people saying that to me."

  He frowned. "You should be." Then he sat down on the leather couch with his arm over the back.

  "My lady," Evan murmured as he handed her a glass of ice water. He walked over to Luke and settled next to him as he stared at her with that slight, yet ever-present grin.

  Returning to the view, she wondered what he was thinking behind those intelligent blue eyes of his. This was a whole different world, like stepping through a veil into a fantasy. It wasn't quite real and yet her nerves hummed with curiosity.

  She took a sip of cool water as she gazed out at the darkening buildings.

  "How d—" With a quick glance, she stopped herself as soon as her eyes focused on the two men. They both sat on the couch, their faces pressed against each other. Evan gripped Luke's neck. Luke's hand slowly brushed up Evan's leg, stopping over the swell at his crotch.

  Heat rose to her cheeks as she quickly turned her back. She hastily took another drink and set the glass down on the little table next to her. Then she smoothed her skirt with her fidgety hands as she swallowed the urge to peek again.

  It felt wrong for her to watch, as if she were intruding. Yet, that little glimpse had ignited a flame in her blood. She'd never seen two men together. It was intriguing. And they invited her, didn't they? Maybe it was safe to take another look.

  But as she turned slowly, still convincing herself it was okay, strong fingers slipped over her hand. She hadn't heard the movement behind her. With a jerk she glanced up.

  Luke stared back at her as he took a deep breath.

  "Would you like to see the bedroom?" he whispered.

  Her eyes dropped but she nodded and let him guide her into the hallway. Evan waited patiently for them to pass before following behind her. The skin on her neck tingled but she didn't dare turn around. She wasn't sure she could handle the look in his eyes at that moment: graceful and polished, with just a hint of something ferocious. No, her knees might buckle if she let herself think about it.

  So she fixed her eyes forward as Luke opened the heavy double doors.

  A giant bed filled the spacious room. The comforter was a deep red velvet and wispy white silk hung from the four posts at each corner. She might have commented on it if she wasn't lost in a blurry dream-state. Is this really happening?

  Luke turned to her, taking both her hands in his. He gazed at her with heat in his eyes. "What would you like to do?"

  She bit her lip. Anything? Everything? "I don't know."

  Then Evan's warm body pressed against her back and his breath blew across her neck. "You are in good hands. We will only go as fast or slow as your comfort allows."

  She nodded. His hands found her waist and Luke brushed up her arms. Luke's fingers traveled over her shoulders and down to the top of her blouse. With practiced hands, he undid the first button. And then the second.

  Her breath caught and she closed her eyes as Evan's hardness pressed against the crease of her rear. A small tremor shook her limbs and she reached out for Luke to keep steady. The tips of her fingers brushed the smooth skin at his waist. Exploring under his shirt, her hands traced up the contours of his muscles.

  Then Luke's hands found the clasp on her bra and she tensed.

  "Are you okay with this?" Evan murmured in her ear as he smoothed his hands across her soft belly.

  "I'm nervous," she whispered, pressing her face against Luke's shoulder.

  "Would it be better if we did this part together?" Luke asked.

  She glanced up into his deep brown eyes. "Yes." A shy grin spread across her face.

  With a wink he leaned back slightly, his hands gripping the sides of her bra and blouse. She curled her fingers under the hem of his shirt. Then, like a reflection, the
y both slowly lifted each other's clothes. Her breasts spilled out but he pressed his firm body to her, shielding her with his own naked chest.

  "How was that?" Evan asked.

  But she could only nod as the masculine smell of Luke's skin invaded her senses. It was like a drug. Her pulse raced; her mind clouded. She wanted to taste him, feel him, dive into those deep eyes and never surface.

  It was another moment before she realized her skirt had loosened. And she felt Evan's hands working at Luke's belt.

  "Again?" Luke smiled as his thumbs hooked under the fabric, brushing the sensitive skin of her waist. "Together."

  Her eyelids lowered as her anxiety mixed with arousal, eroding the last of her inhibitions. There's no turning back after this. "Go ahead."

  Luke let her skirt drop to the ground and Evan yanked Luke's pants down. She still had her panties on but she guessed that Luke was going commando as she felt his firm cock crush against her leg. She bit her lip to keep from gasping and held him tight, as if she could hide in his arms. Evan closed in behind her again and both men trapped her in between their hard bodies.

  Evan squeezed a hand down Luke's front. "Do you like how he feels?"

  His arm twisted and a gasp hissed through her teeth as the tip of Luke's cock rubbed her mound, then trailed back, pushing her lips apart through the fabric. She realized that Evan was holding Luke's cock, manipulating it against her. Although she didn't try to look down, she felt its rigid length. She gritted her teeth, wondering if she had made a mistake.

  But it was a fleeting thought, and it was insignificant compared to the exquisite warmth of their bodies. She melted into their hold as the men kissed both sides of her neck, their lips sucking her tender skin.

  "I—Yes," Jasmine stammered.

  Luke's teeth grazed her earlobe. "What else do you like?"

  What indeed? In the haze of her arousal, she wasn't sure she could answer. Everything swam together: the firm masculine bodies, the intoxicating smells of their mingled aftershave, the tingles of their delicate touches.

  Then Evan's lips brushed the nape of her neck. "I know she liked watching the two of us together."

  Jasmine let out a long breath and heat rose in her face as she nodded. She couldn't deny that the idea of two men together was fascinating and unbelievably sexy.