Free Insatiable by Jenika Snow

Chapter One
     
     
     
    I looked at myself in the mirror, smoothing my hands down the black corset and impossibly short red skirt I wore. My breasts were pushed up high from the tightly laced corset, the mounds looking ready to pop right out with every inhale I made.
    I opted out of the stockings, preferring to feel the chill October air brush along my bare skin—it made me feel alive.   I grabbed the white lace mini- apron off my vanity and tied it around my waist.   I don’t know why I bothered wearing it since it was just a scrap of material, but I wanted to look innocent for tonight.
    I walked over to the bed and grabbed the red velvet hooded cape , pull ing the thick fabric over my shoulders and t ying it around my neck. I sat on the edge of the bed and slipped on my stilettos, the heels adding a good three inches to my meagre five foot three. I looked at the finished product in the mirror and smiled.
    My dark brown hair bounced with spiral curls and made me look younger than twenty-five. On a normal day my hair was poker straight, but tonight I ’d curled it to achieve the whole, “I’m innocent and don’t want the big bad wolf to get me” look. I picked up some lip gloss and lathered it on my lips, fixed the black bow on the corset and headed downstairs.
    I opened the front door and tested the air, letting the light breeze waft over me. I decided not wear a jacket, the velvet cloak long and thick enough to keep me warm. Besides, a coat would have ruined the whole costume. I could hear my phone vibrating on the kitchen table and shut the door and quickly ran—well, as best I could in my stilettos—into the kitchen.
    My heels clacked on the hardwood and I snatched up my phone, checking the caller ID and grinning when I saw it was Isaac.
    “Hey girlfriend , ” I teased. Isaac ’s gay —w ell, I guess the right term i s bisexual —and h e hates it when I talk all ‘girly’ to him, saying I shouldn’t stereotype people . O f course he’s right. He’s just so fun to tease though.
    “You know how much I hate it when you talk like that.”
    His deep baritone voice matched him to perfection. Even though he liked guys, a lot, you would never guess it by his appearance, at least in my opinion. Isaac was dating Lukas , who also happened to be my best friend. The three of us had grown up together, playing in the sandbox as children, crying over our first pimples as teenagers, and now having a blast in our adulthood. Both Isaac and Lukas were the epitome of male perfection, both having the bodies of pro wrestlers which made any man or woman drool with appreciation. I’m not talking about those wrestlers that have no neck and growl with every breath they take, I’m talking about the ones whose bodies are chiselled out of marble like a Greek god.
    They were the two most important men in my life, the two people that I loved the most — but since they were dating each other , that meant off limits to me. “You know I can’t help but tease the man I love . ” A nd I did, with all my heart. The truth was, even though Isaac and Lukas were a couple, I was in love with them — completely and utterly in love with them. I would never admit that to anyone though, especially them, because I didn’t want to ruin what we had —or what they had.
    Isaac chuckled deeply and I could hear Lukas in the background, sheets rustling and the bed springs creaking. Knowing the two of them were together did things to me, made certain parts of my body tingly and wet. Was that so wrong? I shook my head, getting completely off track with my thoughts.
    “I called to see what time you’re going to be at the party tonight?”
    “I’m getting ready to head out the door right now. I should be there by nine, why? You guys are coming right? If you guys bail on me , I’m going to whip your asses.”
    I heard Lukas growl at my last comment and the corners of my mouth twitched. I heard more sheets rustling th e n Lukas’ deep voice on