6. Caleb

six

Caleb

T he look on her face is priceless, almost as good as when she came around my cock while Owen pounded into her ass.

When our plane landed last night, Owen and I felt restless and anxious about learning the ropes at Sweet Cocktails since we recently purchased a franchise in Minneapolis.

Last night was only supposed to be a recon mission to get a feel for the place before we met with the owner, Mae, today. Little did we know how our mission would end.

Owen and I have been friends for as long as I can remember. Even though we do a lot of stuff together, we've never shared a woman at the same time. Sure, we've dated the same woman, but at different times—we never considered a devil's three-way before. Now it's all I can think about.

"Caleb Wilson and Owen Evans, I'd like you to meet Madison Miller. She's our best bartender and your trainer for the next three weeks." Mae says, oblivious to the sexual tension hanging in the air. "But everyone calls her Mads."

"Nice to meet you, Mads." I extend my hand, and she hesitantly takes it. A spark of desire runs through me at her touch. She immediately drops my hand, confirming that she felt the spark, too.

"It's nice to meet you too, Mr. Wilson." She turns to look at Owen, but instead of accepting his outstretched hand, she backs away. "Nice to meet you too, Mr. Evans. I need to get back to restocking the liquor."

"What a good idea. Why don't you take Caleb with you while I visit with Owen for a few minutes."

Madison opens her mouth like she wants to argue with Mae but must think better of it as she replies, "Fine." she stiffens her spine and marches toward the backroom.

I glance at Owen, but his eyes are glued on Madison's retreating back. I don't blame him. She's got a nice, round ass that my cock loved being inside of last night.

Mae coughs, and I realize I should be following Madison to the storage room, not ogling her sexy bartender. "Right, I'll just follow her." I jog after Madison, not wanting to let her out of my sight.

It was hard enough leaving her this morning without so much as a note, but after she fell asleep, her body exhausted from everything we did to it, Owen and I decided to leave her to rest since we knew we would see her again soon. But by the look in her eyes, we should have told her goodbye.

"Everything is stacked back here on the shelves exactly how it's stacked behind the bar." Madison doesn't look at me while she talks. Instead, she turns the bottles, making sure the labels are all facing out. "Some bars have everything alphabetically. Mae's way makes more sense if it's a really busy night and you run out. As a bartender, your muscle memory will help you find the bottle in the backroom faster than searching by the first letter."

"Madison, will you look at me for a minute." She ignores my request, managing to look anywhere but at me. "Madison, I said look at me." I grab her arm, spinning her around to face me.

"What?" Her eyes snap with fire, and all I want to do is sink back into her heat.

"Will you let me explain about last night?"

"There's nothing to explain—we had some fun, then the two of you left—end of story." She shrugs out of my hold and takes a step back. "Now, do you want to learn how to run your new bar—or do you want to talk about the mistake from last night?" She focuses on the bottles, seeming to double-check their placement on the shelf.

Her words are like a punch to the gut. "Is that all it was to you last night, a mistake?" I run my fingers through my hair, not believing her words. How could last night mean so little to her that she would consider it a mistake? "Did we hurt you?" She gives me a blank stare. "You know, down there." I nod at the center of her body. "Were we too rough?"

"You're kidding, right?" She pushes past me, moving to the next storage room.

I chase after her, needing to make sure she's not injured. Last night got a little rough. Hell, we each took all of her holes more than once.

"About last night…"I start to say as I close the storage room door behind me. But she spins around, glaring at me.

"Look, for the next three weeks, I'm just your trainer, nothing more, nothing less. When your three weeks are up, you can go back to Minnesota and open the best damn bar the state has ever seen, and you know why?" She hesitates for a split second, "Because I'm going to be the best trainer you've ever had." She moves closer to me until we're inches apart, and all I can think about is kissing those stubborn lips of hers.

Not one to back down, I take a step closer to her and lean down so our lips are almost touching, "Oh, you're definitely the best I've ever had." I lower my head and slowly closing in on her mouth. I take it as a good sign when she closes her eyes and begins to lean toward me.

"Times up, buddy. It's my turn with Madison." Great, cockblocked by my best friend.

Madison opens her eyes with a gasp and steps back. "Owen, I didn't see you there. Where's Mae?" Her eyes dart behind Owen, searching for her boss.

"She sent me back here to switch places with Caleb—said she didn't want to overwhelm you with both of us at the same time. I told her you took both of us pretty good last night."

Madison's eyes go comically wide, "You did not!" She hisses, smacking Caleb on the arm.

"I'm just teasing, Wildcat."

"Don't call me that." She smacks him one more time, her eyes flaring with fire—the same fire she had when we were both deep inside her.

Damn, this is going to be a long three weeks if she doesn't let us back in her bed.