Your Secret Date With Jax
# The Unicorn at Midnight ## Chapter 1: A Bold Proposition The low hum of conversation and the rhythmic thump of bass in the downtown cocktail bar provided a steady, expectant pulse. Marcus’s hand was warm and solid on the small of Chloe’s
Chapter 1
The low hum of conversation and the rhythmic thump of bass in the downtown cocktail bar provided a steady, expectant pulse. Marcus’s hand was warm and solid on the small of Chloe’s back, a grounding touch against the flurry of butterflies in her stomach. The sleek, dark wood of the bar and the ambient blue light gave everything a surreal, dreamlike quality, sharpening the feel of Marcus’s leather jacket under her palm and the cool metal of her lip piercing when she nervously bit at it.
They’d flirted with the idea for weeks, ever since that bold bottle of wine and a dating app opened to a very specific setting. It had always been a playful fantasy, whispered in the dark. “What if we just… met someone?” Marcus would murmur, his beard tickling her neck. “Someone who wanted the same fun we do.” Chloe would giggle, the thought both thrilling and terrifying to the shy part of her that still blushed at her own desires. Yet the adventurous part, the part that chose every tattoo on her skin, had typed the profiles, had swiped right. And here they were.
She saw the woman first.
Seated alone at the polished bar, a half-finished martini glinting before her. The description they’d exchanged online didn’t do her justice. She was compact and powerful, her sleeveless top showing off the sharp definition of her arms and the intricate ink that swirled over her bicep. Her hair was cropped short, and when she turned her head to survey the room, there was a playful, predatory confidence in her eyes. A confidence that faltered for a split second when they landed on Chloe, before being replaced by a slow, knowing smile. The woman—her profile name was ‘Jax’—gave a subtle nod toward the empty stools beside her.
“That’s her,” Chloe whispered, her voice barely audible over the music. She felt Marcus’s breath catch.
“Okay,” he said, his voice a low rumble. His playful grin was back, but she could feel the coiled tension in his arm around her. “Let’s go say hello. Just like we planned. No pressure.”
His words were for her, she knew. The ‘no pressure’ was a mantra for the part of her that wanted to flee. But the other part, the curvy woman with blue eyes currently reflecting the bar lights, took a deep breath. She let go of Marcus’s jacket and smoothed her own dark dress.
Their approach felt like walking onto a stage. Jax watched them come, her gaze flicking appreciatively over Chloe’s form, then to Marcus’s tall, muscular frame beside her. The appraisal was open, hungry, and utterly without shame.
“You made it,” Jax said as they slid onto the stools. Her voice was lower than Chloe expected, smoky and direct. “You match your pictures. Better, actually.”
Chloe’s face flushed, a warmth spreading down her chest. Instead of looking away, she held Jax’s gaze, feeling a daring thrill cut through her shyness. “So do you,” she managed, her own voice finding a strength she didn’t know was there.
Marcus ordered their drinks, his shoulder brushing Chloe’s. The air between the three of them crackled, charged with unspoken questions and a shared, illicit understanding. This wasn’t just a chat. This was an interview for a shared fantasy, and the hotel key card in Marcus’s pocket seemed to burn a hole through the denim.
Jax leaned in, the scent of her perfume—something citrus and sharp—mingling with the bar’s aroma of gin and polished wood. “So,” she began, her eyes dancing with mischief, her gaze purposefully dropping to Chloe’s full lips before rising again. “You two have a room nearby. Tell me… what exactly happens there?”
The question hung in the air, electric and blunt. It wasn’t about if. It was about how. The simmer had just been brought to a boil.
Chapter 2
“What happens there is up to us,” Chloe said, her shyness now buried under a layer of liquid courage and the heat of Jax’s stare. She took a deliberate sip of her fresh cocktail. “But first, we should have another round. Let’s… let’s all just breathe for a minute.”
Marcus chuckled, his hand finding her knee under the bar and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Good call.”
They ordered another round, the conversation shifting to easier topics—the music, the terrible art on the walls, Jax’s tattoo artist. The alcohol worked its magic, softening the edges of their nerves. Chloe watched as Marcus and Jax traded playful barbs, their body language open and relaxed. It felt natural, which was the strangest part.
When the fresh drinks arrived, Chloe felt a surge of boldness. She leaned in, her voice low but firm, cutting through the ambient noise. “Okay,” she began, looking directly at Jax. “Before anything else moves forward, we have one rule. A very important one.”
Jax arched an eyebrow, her full attention captured.
Chloe took Marcus’s hand in hers, lacing their fingers together on top of the bar for Jax to see. “This is about us,” she said, gesturing between herself and Marcus. “And you being our guest. Our incredibly sexy guest.” She felt her cheeks flush but pressed on. “So, Marcus cannot have sex with you. That’s off-limits.”
The bar seemed to quiet for a second. Jax’s gaze flicked from their joined hands to Chloe’s face, then to Marcus’s.
“Understood,” Jax said smoothly, without hesitation. A slow smile spread across her lips. “I like rules. They make the game more interesting.” She turned her focus fully to Chloe, her eyes sparkling with intent. “So everything else is… negotiable?”
“Everything else,” Chloe confirmed, her heart hammering against her ribs.
Marcus gave her hand another squeeze. “She’s the captain tonight.”
“I can see that,” Jax purred, leaning closer until Chloe could smell the gin on her breath. “I like following a good captain’s orders.”
Chapter 3
Jax’s lips hovered a breath away from Chloe’s, a magnetic pull Chloe felt deep in her belly. Then, with a playful, deliberate hesitation, Chloe pulled back an inch. The bar’s noise seemed to fade into a distant hum.
Her blue eyes locked on Jax’s. “Wait,” Chloe whispered, her voice low but firm. She glanced over at Marcus, who was watching intently, his expression a mix of curiosity and barely contained heat.
“I want to watch you first,” Chloe said, leaning closer so only Jax could hear the full request. “I want to see you use your vibrator on yourself. Here.”
Jax’s eyebrows raised in surprise, then a slow, wicked grin spread across her face. She glanced at Marcus, then back to Chloe. “Here? In the bar?”
“No,” Chloe chuckled softly, shaking her head. “In our room. I want to watch you get yourself ready for me. And I want him,” she gestured subtly toward Marcus without breaking eye contact with Jax, “to watch with me.”
Marcus caught the meaning and let out a soft, appreciative laugh. “Captain’s orders,” he murmured, his hand tightening around Chloe’s.
Jax leaned back on her stool, appraising Chloe with renewed interest. “You’re not just shy,” she said, her voice full of admiration. “You’re strategic.”
Chloe smiled, feeling the power of the moment solidify within her. “It’s about control,” she agreed. “And about sharing something beautiful.” She reached out and took Jax’s hand, her touch gentle but deliberate. “Are you game?”
“Absolutely,” Jax replied without hesitation.
The walk to the hotel was charged with silent anticipation. In the elevator, Chloe stood between Marcus and Jax, holding both their hands. The silence was thick with promise.
Once inside the spacious hotel room, the atmosphere shifted from public flirtation to private intent. Chloe led Jax by the hand to the center of the large bed.
“Sit,” Chloe instructed softly.
Jax obeyed, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching as Chloe crossed to her overnight bag on a chair. She retrieved a sleek, purple silicone vibrator and brought it back to Jax.
“Now,” Chloe said, sitting beside Marcus on a plush armchair opposite the bed. “Show us.”
Marcus draped his arm around Chloe’s shoulders as they settled in to watch. Their view was perfect.
Jax held the vibrator for a moment, meeting Chloe’s gaze with a confident smirk. Then she turned it on, its low hum joining the quiet of the room.
“Enjoy the show,” Jax said directly to them before closing her eyes and beginning a slow, deliberate performance just for their eyes
Chapter 4
Jax held the vibrator for a moment, meeting Chloe’s gaze with a confident smirk. Then she turned it on, its low hum joining the quiet of the room. She shifted on the edge of the bed, positioning herself for their perfect view.
“Enjoy the show,” Jax said directly to them before closing her eyes.
“Wait,” Chloe said softly, her voice clear in the quiet room.
Jax’s eyes snapped open, the vibrator still humming in her hand. “Yes, Captain?”
“Before you start,” Chloe said, leaning forward in the armchair, her blue eyes intent. “I want to hear you say it. I want you to tell us what you’re going to do, and what you want to happen after.”
Marcus’s arm tightened around Chloe’s shoulders, his focus riveted.
Jax smiled, a slow, deliberate curve of her lips. She kept her eyes locked on Chloe as she spoke. “I’m going to use this,” she said, giving the vibrator a little wave, “to get myself ready for you. Really, really ready. And while I do that, you two get to watch. You get to see what you do to me, just by being here, just by watching.”
“And then?” Chloe prompted, her voice a whisper.
“And then,” Jax continued, her gaze flicking to Marcus for a moment before settling back on Chloe with heat. “Then, when I’m trembling and begging for it, you’re going to come over here. You’re going to taste me, Chloe. You’re going to show me what that pretty mouth of yours can do. And Marcus,” she said, looking at him fully now, “you get the best seat in the house to watch your girl take charge. To watch her make me fall apart.”
A shiver ran through Chloe, a mix of power and desperate want. “And what about my rules?”
“The rules stand,” Jax said, her tone turning serious, respectful. “He watches. He touches you, maybe. But he doesn’t touch me. Not like that. This is your playground. I’m just the very lucky guest you invited to play.”
Chloe looked at Marcus. His blue eyes were dark with arousal, but he gave a single, firm nod. “Your playground,” he echoed, his voice rough. “I’m just loving the view.”
Satisfied, Chloe leaned back against Marcus. “Okay,” she breathed. “Show us.”
Jax didn’t close her eyes this time. She held Chloe’s stare as her free hand slipped beneath the waistband of her jeans, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she began.
Chapter 5
The low hum of the vibrator ceased as Jax’s fingers stilled. She was breathing heavily, her skin flushed and glistening in the lamplight, her gaze locked on Chloe with open hunger. The performance was complete; the invitation was clear.
Chloe stood from the armchair, a slow, deliberate motion. She walked to the bed, her shadow falling over Jax. The power thrummed through her, a heady, intoxicating current.
“On your knees,” Chloe said, her voice quiet and firm. “Right here on the floor.”
A sharp, eager breath escaped Jax’s lips. Without a word, she slid off the bed and knelt on the plush carpet, looking up at Chloe with dark, willing eyes. Marcus shifted forward in his chair, his hands gripping his own knees, watching every movement.
Chloe guided Jax’s head with a gentle pressure, positioning her exactly where she wanted. Then she stepped out of her panties, letting them fall to the floor. She looked over at Marcus, holding his gaze as she settled herself on the edge of the bed, her thighs parting. “Watch,” she told him, a command and a gift.
Jax needed no further instruction. Her mouth was hot and expert, a silken, relentless pressure that drew a sharp gasp from Chloe’s throat. Chloe’s head fell back, one hand tangling in Jax’s short hair, not to push, but to possess. She watched Marcus watching them, his blue eyes blazing, his jaw tight. The sight of his arousal, mixed with the exquisite sensation between her legs, coiled the tension in her belly into a tight, bright knot.
After a few perfect, shuddering minutes, Chloe tightened her grip in Jax’s hair, guiding her head back. “Marcus,” she breathed, her voice thick. “Come here.”
He was at her side in an instant. Chloe pointed to the space on the bed beside Jax. “Lie down. Head there.”
Understanding flashed in his eyes. He stretched out on his back, his body aligning with Jax’s. Chloe looked at Jax, her command leaving no room for question. “Now him. Taste him while I taste you.”
In one fluid motion, Chloe lowered herself over Jax’s mouth again, while guiding Jax’s head down between Marcus’s thighs. The room filled with the sounds of shared breath and soft, wet friction. Chloe then shifted, twisting her body, and brought her own mouth down to where Jax was exposed and waiting.
The 69 position locked them into a circuit of raw sensation. Chloe lost herself in the salty-sweet taste of Jax, in the muffled sounds of Marcus’s pleasure vibrating through Jax’s body into her own. She controlled the rhythm, the pressure, the pace, her hands roaming Jax’s hips and Marcus’s stomach, connecting them all. It was a hungry, intense tangle of bodies and heat, every gasp and shiver feeding the next, building the pressure higher and higher within their linked forms.