by JA Huss
Huck snaps the pic and says. “OK, where are we, Brooke? Give us a good lie for these.”
“Hmm,” she says. Huck opens up the voice recorder on his phone and holds it out to Brooke. “We’re in Zermatt, of course. Skiing. First time we’ve been there together.”
“And we just got back from the mountain,” Wald picks it up. “And we’re in the lodge bar.”
“Getting dinner,” I add.
“What’d we eat?” Huck asks.
“Burgers,” we all say at the same time.
“OK, next one,” Huck says. “All of us on the couch. And no jackets this time.”
We shrug out of the jackets and Brooke lifts the hoodie over her head, exposing her flat, muscled stomach when the t-shirt underneath lifts up.
All three of us stare at that.
Wald grins at me. Huck nods his head. And I pretend it didn’t happen.
I’m not getting involved with this. They can play house all they want but… well, that was a bad example. But the point is the same.
“Just you two first,” Wald says. “Brooke, put your feet up on the coffee table so we can see those sexy boots.”
Brooke rolls her eyes, plops down into the soft couch cushions, and looks at me.
I sit next to her and immediately Wald is saying, “Closer.”
So I scoot closer until our legs touch. She looks at me. No smile. And places her hand on my thigh.
“Put your arm around her,” Huck says, already snapping pics.
I do. And I pull her into my chest a little. She leans her head on my shoulder and Wald says, “Yeah, that’s good.”
“Now kiss,” Huck says.
I want to complain. Because I know what they’re doing. Trying to draw me into this game Wald wants to play.
But there’s no point. The whole reason for the pics is to prove we’re a couple. That we’ve been a couple for a long time.
So I just… turn my head, place my hand on the side of her face, and kiss her.
She moans a little as our mouths open. Tongues seeking each other out. And her hand slides up my thigh.
“That’s it,” Wald says.
“Very nice,” Huck says. “OK, enough of that. I got it. Now all of us on the couch.”
Wald sits next to Brooke and Huck sits on the other side of me.
Immediately Wald has his arm around her. But his fingertips are touching the back of my neck.
I shoot him a look and he shoots me one right back. A challenging look. Like… Say something. I dare you.
Huck snaps the pic, then says, “For fuck’s sake, smile, you guys. We just drank a shitload of ale and we’re buzzed. Everyone narrow their eyes into heady expressions.”
“You’re dumb,” I laugh.
“Kiss her,” Wald says.
“I’m not kissing her with you two in the pic. That’s weird.”
“Then I’ll kiss her,” Wald says.
And he does. The hand that was behind my neck slides along the top of my shoulder and rests on the side of her jaw. His other one turns her head towards him.
I wait for her to protest, but she doesn’t. She leans in and—
“Fuck yeah,” Huck says, snapping a pic as Brooke kisses Wald. She has no second thoughts, either. She opens her mouth and gives him her full attention.
“We don’t need pics of this,” I say.
But I sorta lose track of my argument, because Wald is lifting up her t-shirt and sliding his hand up to her breast.
I watch this. I watch his hand grip and squeeze her tit underneath her shirt.
And then Huck leans over me, aiming the camera at them, and takes a pic. “That’s hot,” he says. “Especially with Joey watching.”
Wald draws back and looks Brooke in the eyes. “OK,” he whispers. “Now kiss Joey.”
Brooke turns her head towards me. No expression on her face. And before I can stop myself, I kiss her.
There’s a whole bunch of justification going on in my head right now. She’s pretty. She’s nice. She’s sitting next to me. I’m supposed to be kissing her. All kinds of bullshit excuses like that.
But the real reason is… Huck and Wald are watching.
Her hand goes to my cock, squeezing it under my jeans. And then, just like that, it’s not only about Huck and Wald.
I’m legit horny.
And she’s here.
And they’re here.
Huck is still leaning over me, clicking away on the phone.
Wald’s hand covers hers and I start to pull out of the kiss to tell him to knock it off, but Huck puts his hand on the back of my neck, still with the camera in my face, and holds me in the kiss.
“I thought you didn’t care?” Brooke whispers past my lips.
“Don’t listen to him,” Wald says. “He’s always this way. But he always gives in.”
Brook’s mouth opens wider at Wald’s encouragement and her kiss becomes more urgent.
Huck squeezes the back of my neck and Wald squeezes Brooke’s hand and she responds by gripping me harder.
“We’re going to regret this,” I say.
“Who cares,” she answers. “We’re not even real. So who cares.”
God. She has a point.
I reach down, across her and Wald’s arms, and press my fingers against her stomach. Her t-shirt is still lifted up, and her skin is soft.
Wald’s hand covers mine and slides it under her shirt and up to her breast.
He squeezes it for me, but I don’t really need the encouragement. And his hand drops to her jeans and pops the button open.
“Jesus Christ,” Brooke moans into our continuing kiss.
“You can stop it any time you want,” Wald says, dragging her zipper down.
“Are you kidding? Keep going.”
I kiss her harder then. Because even though I said I wasn’t gonna do this and put up a fight just a handful of minutes ago, I am absolutely gonna do this.
Wald just has this power about him. And Huck has his hand on my leg. Rubbing my thigh. Not touching my cock or helping Brooke along, like Wald was, but that’s his way. Always peripheral.
He knows what I like.
And isn’t that the best thing about our little… arrangement? We know each other. There’s no awkwardness. There’s no unrealistic expectations. There’s no jealousy, there’s no regrets, there’s no thinking.
It’s just instinct.
“Help me, Joey,” Wald says. “Pull her jeans down.”
Brooke responds by lifting up her hips as Wald and I tug her jeans down her over them. She settles, her hand still rubbing my cock as Wald’s fingertips play with her pussy through her panties.
Huck says, “I’m gonna shoot this,” as he backs off. I break out of the kiss to glance over at him just as he rests against the arm of the couch and changes the camera from pic mode to video.
He grins at me as he unbuckles his belt, pops the button on his jeans, and drags his zipper down. Wald is already kissing Brooke, taking my place.
But I keep watching Huck as he takes out his fat, long cock and starts jerking off, the phone pointed at me. Probably zoomed in on my face.
I open my mouth to say something but Huck shakes his head and says, “Shut the fuck up, Joey. It’s done.”
And he’s right.
I couldn’t stop this now even if I wanted to.
And I don’t want to.
I turn back to Brooke, push Wald’s face away, and take his place.
“Fuck you.” Wald laughs. But when I open my eyes to say something back he’s down on his knees. Unzipping her knee-high boots and pulling them down her legs.
“He’s gonna make you fuck me,” I tell Brooke.
“Good,” she whispers.
“Right here,” I explain. “In front of them.”
“Even better,” she says. And she moans. Because Wald is pressing his face between her legs.
But his hand is on the button on my jeans. He pops it, unzips me, and reaches inside to pull
out my cock.
I’m so fucking hard when he squeezes me.
Wald lifts his head up from Brooke’s pussy, shoots me a knowing grin, and then pulls her jeans the rest of the way down her legs. Then he leans in, close to me, so he can kiss her lips and whisper, “Climb on top of him.”
Brooke is breathing heavy now. Her chest is rising and falling with excitement as she swings her leg over my lap and hovers there.
I realize Wald is pulling her panties aside, giving me access, when the back of his hand brushes alongside my shaft.
Wald grips me tight and I pull Brooke’s hair, forcing her face down to mine so I can keep kissing her as he presses the tip of my head up against her wet pussy.
She slides down on my cock and Huck moans.
I glance over at him, breaking out of the kiss with Brooke, and he’s still shooting us, but his hand is slapping up and down on his own shaft and there’s a look of restless lust in his eyes.
“Fuck yeah,” he whispers. So soft, I barely catch it.
Brooke’s pussy is tight and Wald is standing up now, his own cock in his hand, jerking and pulling on it as he stares down at us.
He’s gonna come on her face. I can already tell.
It’s been a long time since we did something this dirty together. A long fucking time.
And I miss it. Suddenly I can’t remember one good reason why we stopped. I can’t remember why we don’t do this every fucking day.
And it’s too much. I just want to blow. Shoot my fucking come deep inside her and then push her off me and watch it drip out.
Huck is kneeling on the couch now, phone still trying to capture the scene. He comes towards her, cock in the other hand and says, “Suck me off.” And the moment Brooke turns her head, mouth opening, he shoves it inside her.
“Fuck,” I say, unable to deny that shit is goddamn hot. Her lips seal around his shaft and her eyes are locked on his. Huck eases his hips forward, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. And I watch it disappear.
“Fuck,” I say again.
Wald bends down a little, his hand reaching around her stomach until it’s resting on mine. And he begins to play with her clit.
Brooke pulls away, Huck’s wet cock popping out of her mouth, and she says, “Oh, shit!”
“Yes,” all three of us say, “come.”
She goes still and stiff. Throws her head back and Wald responds immediately by palming her throat as she arches her back and lets out a long wail of release.
I come too. There’s just no way I can hold it in any longer.
I shoot my climax deep inside her.
And then Wald says, “Open your mouth, Brooke,” and she does. Immediately.
And just as quick, both he and Huck come on her face.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN - BROOKE
I get up and walk to the bathroom and wash out my mouth. I’m not really a swallower, but I didn’t want to interrupt their good time.
Who am I kidding? I didn’t want to interrupt my good time.
I lean both my hands on the sink and stare at my reflection in the mirror.
“Holy shit,” I whisper.
I’m not even sure what I’m feeling right now. But… just… holy shit.
I liked it. I liked it a lot.
“Hey,” Joey says on the other side of the door. “You OK?”
“Fine,” I say back.
He tries the doorknob, finds it unlocked, and opens the door. I meet his gaze for a moment. And we hold that stare in silence.
“What?” I ask.
He smiles. “On a scale of one to ten, how likely are you to keep helping out with my little problem?” He’s grinning and chuckling as he says it. But I see the fear underneath.
“Don’t be crazy,” I say, turning to him.
He glances down at my naked lower body, but then I notice he’s got my jeans in his hand. He finds my eyes again and offers them to me. “I didn’t plan that.”
“Me either,” I say, taking the jeans and pulling them on.
“But… I’m pretty sure Huck and Wald did.”
I shrug. Because I don’t really have anything to say to that.
He comes all the way in, closes the door behind him, and says, “We don’t normally… you know. Date the same girl like that.”
“No?” I ask. “You sure? Because you all looked pretty familiar with the routine, if you ask me.”
“We have done it before. But it’s been a really long time. Over five years.”
“Hmm,” I say. “Since before your daughter was born then?”
“Uh… yeah. I guess. Never really thought about it in that context. But yes. Before Charlotte.”
“Charlotte,” she says. “That’s the mother?”
He nods. “But… she’s gone. You won’t have to meet her.”
“What do you mean she’s gone?”
He shrugs. “Disappeared? Or possibly dead?”
“What?”
“Yeah. It’s kinda… weird. But hell”—he laughs—“weird is the story of my fucking life.”
“Oh,” I say, tucking all that new information away to think about later.
“So you wanna keep going?”
“You mean helping you?” He nods. “Of course. Look, Joey. That was fun for me too, OK? I’m not gonna lie. I like all three of you.”
“It’s not exactly friends though, is it?”
“I don’t know. You tell me. Are you guys just friends?”
“Yeah,” he says. “We are just friends. Very good, very familiar with each other kind of friends.”
“I don’t get you.”
“What’s confusing?”
“You. And them. And the way you… deny it.”
“I’m not denying it. I’m just saying… this isn’t typical. That’s all.”
“Except it feels pretty typical.”
“I just told you—“
“I heard you. Five years. But it doesn’t matter how long it’s been since you shared a girl. That’s not what I’m talking about.”
“Then what are you talking about? Because I’m not following.”
And he’s kinda angry when he says this. Which just adds to my confusion.
“Are you… embarrassed?”
“Of what? Brooke. What are you fucking asking me? Am I bi? Obviously, I am.”
“OK. But do you love them?”
“Of course I love them.”
“I mean, romantically?”
He shrugs. “Sure. A little, I suppose.”
“So where do I fit in?” I ask.
“The middle?”
I laugh. Can’t help it. “OK. And I know you said you’re not jealous of Wald, but—”
“No. Look. Let me be clear. I don’t have room for a real girlfriend. OK? So if Huck and Wald want to fight it out and see who gets you all to themselves, I won’t interfere. But I don’t think that’s how it’s gonna go.”
“Good,” I say. And I sigh. I don’t mean to sigh. And I certainly don’t mean for that sigh to come out… sad.
But this is not good. It’s not good at all. Because I kinda like this Joey Boston. I like his friends too, but he’s something wholly different than them. Everything he said today filled up this little-girl need inside me. The whole thing with his daughter. That house. The comment about how he wants to have a family and give her the perfect life.
My heart aches for that. I want it too. And I know that I’m not a part of his vision. He’s not promising me the perfect life, he’s promising that to Maisy. And before Wald started taking control, it was fine. But now I see very clearly how I’m different.
He is promising that perfect life to them too.
When he thinks of his future there is no question in my mind that Huck and Wald are there for the duration.
Is that… jealousy? Am I jealous of his best friends?
Is that why I asked for friendship as payment?
Well, of course it was, Brooke. And I thought I articulated it ver
y concisely. Very accurately when I told them that.
But I didn’t.
I was lying to myself. Because somewhere deep inside me I understood what they were to each other and that’s what I was after.
And that’s not what I said.
I said friendship, but what I really meant was their kind of friendship.
“I’m starting to get a bad feeling here, Brooke. Can you say something please? Because there’s a lot of shit happening in my life right now and I need to know I can count on you.”
And the mother of his child is missing or dead?
Yeah. And then there’s that.
My practical voice inside my head butts in here and says, Yeah. Did you see how many fucks he gave about that woman? And she’s the mother of his child? He gives even less about you, Brooke.
And my practical voice is right. But Joey Boston’s weird, non-traditional, complicated life is like a mystery begging to be solved. And I’ve only known this guy one day. What new thing will I learn about him tomorrow?
I don’t know. But I can’t wait. I want to be involved. That, I realize, is my problem here. I want to be involved. Not just a lie being told. I’m tired of that. I’ve had enough of that.
“Brooke,” he says. And his voice is lower now. Deeper and a maybe just a little bit angry. “Will you fucking talk to me, please? If you’re going to ruin this, I need to know now so I can find someone else.”
I huff a little air through my nose.
Find someone else.
Just like that.
But this is not his fault and it’s not his problem. This is my fault and my problem. I’m the one changing the rules in the middle of the game, not him.
It’s just… what he said back at the house. He wants Maisy to have something real.
That’s what I want too. I want this to be real. And it’s dumb. So stupid.
And right now my hesitation is stressing him out. Big time.
“I’m not going to ruin it,” I say.
“You’re sure. Look, if what just happened bothered you, then we won’t do that again, OK?”
“I’m fine,” I insist. “I don’t regret that. I really don’t.”
He lets out a long exhale. Like I’m finally saying the right things and he really wants to believe them. “So… dinner?” he says. “More pics? Maybe write some social posts?”
