But the brunette just shook her head and took my square hand in one of hers, sitting up all the way now, beautiful jugs on display, that glorious mass of curls framing her angelic face.
“Jason,” she began. “I love you. I love you both, but please, please, please just give me a little space, okay? I promise we’ll work it out somehow.”
And my heart crumpled in my chest because seeing the plea in her eyes, the soft tone of her voice, did me in. I couldn’t say no. I loved this woman, adored everything about her, her body, her personality, her need for independence, fuck, even her ability to foresee what could, might, should happen. Katy was sharp as a tack and wanted to consider and contemplate various scenarios before committing to us, she needed to hammer out more of the details, do some deep thinking on her own and absorb the future before it became real.
So what choice did I have? The brunette’s happiness was the most important thing in the world to me, and I relented.
“Fine,” I growled. “But know that we’re waiting. Brent and I,” I said nodding to the older man, “are always here for you.”
And the little girl grasped both our hands then, the three of us forming a circle on the big bed.
“Yes, I know,” she said softly. “And that’s why I love you.”
And with a deep exhale, my heart turned over in my chest. Because I worshipped this woman and if she needed time to spread her wings, explore her surroundings, see a little more of the world, then I’d give it to her. If you love something, let it go right? But the old adage had never said how painful it would be to watch something fly away, waiting with bated breath to see if it’d come back.
The thing is, we had no choice, Brent and I. We had no choice because we couldn’t be any other way, we loved the brunette too much, treasured her, absolutely worshipped the supple female. So there was only the waiting … and I didn’t know if I’d survive.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Katy
I flipped through the pages of a book slowly, reading but not remembering anything, my eyes on the words but unable to see.
“Katy,” interrupted Tina. “Kate-sters, what’s going on with you?”
I glanced up at my mom, sighing.
“Oh hey Mom, didn’t hear you come in. How was counseling today? Did the therapist say anything useful?”
My mom snorted.
“Honey, I know everything that doctor is going to say before it even comes out of his mouth,” she said dryly. “Trust me, it’s just the same shit over and over again, the same twelve-step process, they never switch anything up.”
And I sighed. My mom doesn’t have an addiction but a lot of therapies have adapted AA’s twelve-step program to various scenarios. In this case, my mom had a case of severe anxiety and depression but somehow her therapy group was always reciting the AA pledge, droning the words.
“If you don’t like Dr. Jenkins, do you want me to find another doctor for you?” I asked slowly. “Our insurance isn’t bad, I’m sure there are other providers close by.”
But my mom snorted.
“Katy, honey, our insurance is bad, and there’s no one else. Why do you think there’s always a line to see him, why it’s so hard to get an appointment? Because none of us can go anywhere else, that’s why.”
And I sighed. My mom had a point. We’re poor without a lot of options, and were lucky to see Dr. Jenkins every other week. It was either him or no one, that was the sad truth.
So I fiddled with my book again, stuck in the smallness of my life, going through the motions of a high school girl without really living it, my heart locked inside a case of ice. Because this is what life is like now. I live on the other side of the trailer park with my mom, helping her get better, doing school work, and on the outside I look fine, but inside, I’m a mess. I can’t get over what happened between me, Jason and Brent, and I have no clue what to do next. There’s so much that’s already happened and my mind is tangled, twisted, tying myself in such knots that I could scream. There are nights when I wake up at night in a cold sweat, bolting up in bed only to have it all come crashing down on me again, the enormity of the situation, the incredible stuck-ness that I feel, with no clear answers, no path forward. Because I have no idea how to resolve the situation. I absolutely love Jason and Brent, and they’d made clear that they’d take whatever I could give. But the thing is, how in the world would this work out? I was going to be pinned with a scarlet letter if I did the trio, if I entered into a relationship with them. And I wasn’t ready to be labeled “that trashy girl,” not yet, maybe never.
Tina could sense my inner conflict, the tension thick in the air.
“Baby girl,” she drawled, leaning back and lighting up a cigarette. “What’s going on with you? Why haven’t you seen Brent or that other guy, Jason, since I’ve been back?” She shouldn’t have been smoking, but with her issues, that was the least of her problems.
“Why? What’s it to you?” I asked quickly, a little too sharp.
And my mom let out a throaty chuckle which ended up in a series of hacking coughs, really painful sounding with a deep rattle in her chest. But nervous breakdown or no, my mom is smart, with an uncanny sixth sense about people and their emotions, and as her daughter, I was especially under the microscope.
“Well, there’s the fact that you lived with them while I was gone,” she drawled, taking another deep drag. “You lived with two men for a year, ate their food, slept at their place, watched their TV, and as far as I know, haven’t thanked them for their generosity. So it’s strange that you’ve cut off all contact, wouldn’t you say?”
And I flushed. Because I had thanked Brent and Jason, in a way. I’d fallen in love and thanked them with my body, gifting them my cherries, letting them take and taking for myself along the way. But how could I explain that to my mom? So I just mumbled, “I said thank you when I left.”
Tina shook her head again, taking another deep drag.
“No baby girl, there’s more to it than that. You’ve been distracted since I got back, cloudy, dreamy, looking like a lost soul. What’s going with you? Out with it baby, I’m the queen of therapy.”
I choked a little, but before I knew it, the whole story came spilling out, how it had started so innocently with a few looks, a few heated glances and then become a full-on affair, both men loving me, our bodies wrapped around one another in sensual delight.
And my mom’s no dimwit, she heard every word that I said, every syllable loud and clear.
“So Katy,” she said slowly, taking another deep drag, “what you’re saying is that you’ve fallen in love with not one man, but two.”
And I nodded hopelessly, tears coursing down my cheeks.
“Ye-yes,” I stammered. “I don’t know how things got so complicated but it’s just so fucked-up and I’m so confused and things shouldn’t be like this and …” My voice trailed off painfully, my chest hurt, like my heart was crumpling and folding in on itself, a hole it its place.
Tina was silent for a moment, looking at me contemplatively.
“Well, at least you love each other,” she said wryly. “Having two men in love with you is better than none.”
There was some truth to that. Trust my mom to be dryly efficient, stripping things down to their bare bones.
“I know, I know, I’m grateful, but love shouldn’t be this hard, right? It should be easy, everything should come easy and this … this is the opposite,” I cried.
But Tina shook her head at that.
“Who said love is easy?” she hacked, voice raspy from the cigarettes.
I paused for a moment.
“Well, I mean … I mean, I guess I thought it would be,” I blubbered. “I mean, I thought love was like soaring through the skies, things would just fall into place.”
And my mom positively snorted then, which became another series of painful coughs.
“Katy, honey, sometimes I don’t think you’re my daughter, we’re so different,” she rasped, bent ove
r double. “Where the fuck are you getting these ideas? Didn’t I raise you in a trailer park? Nothing comes easy for women like us.”
And I colored then. I prided myself on my street smarts, but had I lost my bearings this time?
And my mom confirmed it, nodding vehemently.
“What you’re describing is the process of falling in love,” she said tiredly. “But real love, the real thing isn’t like that. Real love is something worth fighting for, worth struggling for, and you’re acting like it should come to you served on a silver platter.”
I bit my tongue for a moment.
“I guess,” I said dully. “I just didn’t think the struggle would be this hard.”
My mom looked at me and sighed then.
“Any struggle is hard,” she said dryly. “Why do you think it’s called struggle? Why is work called work? Because this shit is hard and you can’t expect things to turn out perfect, easy-peasy, with no blood, sweat and tears.”
I was quiet again.
“But why does it feel that I have no options? Like I’m stuck in a corner?” I asked, my voice breaking.
And my mom snorted again, but her voice was gentler this time.
“Katy, you’re young,” she rasped. “You’re only eighteen, how can you say you have no options? I’m the one with no options, no one wants someone like me with loads of baggage and a history of … well, never mind,” she said.
“What I mean is that the world is your oyster and all you have to do is reach out your hand and take it. There are two men who love you and you love them too. So what do you mean by no options? You’ve got so many options, it’s crazy, you shouldn’t be here mopey and sad. Go on, go live your life,” she commanded.
But I shook my head miserably again.
“That’s the problem exactly,” I wailed. “There are two men. What am I gonna do with two men? What are people going to say when they find out about us?”
My mom closed her eyes for a moment, pinching the bridge of her nose as if a migraine were bursting in her brain.
“Girl,” she said wryly, putting her hand over mine and looking at me pointedly. “I’m only gonna say this once, because you know this already. Sure, it matters what people think, but only up to a point. What really, truly matters, is that there are two men who love you, and you love them too. So go and get it! How long do you think they’re going to wait? How long do you think you can dilly-dally, moping like a wet rag, pulling your hair out while they sit and grow restless? You think you’re so special, a unique star, the one and only gift to mankind?”
And Tina touched on my deepest fear, my innermost doubt. Because Brent and Jason were alpha males, I’d seen with my own eyes how women threw themselves at them right and left, shameless and uninhibited. Sure, they’d pledged themselves to me, but since I’d disappeared from their lives, how long did I have, how long before they forgot me and found another woman? Another two women? Three even?
And suddenly, my heart began racing. Because Tina was right. What mattered most was how much I adored these men, and this adoration was returned double, even ten-fold by Jason and Brent. I’d been screwing things up on my own, weaving a web of stories, of what-ifs, of horrors, and the only person that I’d trapped was myself. There were a million outcomes to this story, there were a million possibilities and only time could tell. But in the meantime, there was still us. There was still irretrievably, unconditionally us … I hoped.
So I sat up suddenly, jolting to life, grabbing my jacket.
“Mom, gotta go,” I rushed, tongue tangled. “I have to see Jason and Brent, I have to tell them. Bye!”
And with that, I was out the door, galloping across the trailer park, heart in throat, feet pounding.
And my mom’s voice rang tinnily in my ears, fading with the distance.
“Tell them thank you for me, Katy. Tell them thank you for loving and caring for a daughter of mine.”
And as my legs pumped, tears pooled in my eyes, my heart expanding and then overflowing. Because I was running to my future, and there was no doubt what it was. Jason and Brent were my future, and I was desperate to find them and tell them, to bury myself in their arms, complete the circle that was us, to fall in love over and over again … as long as they would still have me.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Brent
She came tearing down the drive towards our trailer, brunette curls flying, face flushed before hurling herself into my arms.
“Brent,” she gasped, her face pressed against my jacket. “I’ve missed you.”
This was new. Katy’s never been affectionate in public, so this was different. I bent my head to her, holding her tight, and murmured into her curls.
“Come on, pretty baby,” I said, my voice low and rough. “Let’s go inside.”
And with my arm around her shoulders, we walked up the steps into our home. The trailer was the same as always, nothing had changed in the two weeks she’d been gone. Oh wait, Jason had installed new cabinets and damn, those babies gleamed and shone, classy and elegant in the small space.
“Where is he?” she panted, brown eyes wide, looking around. “Where’s Jason?”
The big man stepped from his room then, his form tall, broad, intimidating, looming in the doorway.
“Here,” was all he said, voice low.
Because the last two weeks have been hard on all of us, but especially Jason. I have the benefit of decades, I’ve been through the wringer emotionally with years of seasoning of years under my belt, so deep down, I wasn’t worried. Of course, there are no guarantees, but I had the distinct feeling that Katy would be back, that she’d find her way to us sooner or later.
But with Jason, it was different. The young alpha didn’t have the benefit of experience and had been heartbroken when she’d left, even if it was just a temporary pause like she promised. He’d thrown himself into work, disappearing into his shed, hammering this and that, the buzz of power tools going late into the night. And the good part was that we’d come out with these beautiful cabinets. The bad part was that the big man had been like a fucking bear these past two weeks, huge, dangerous, silent most of the time, growling when spoken to.
So to see the object of our love, our affection, our lust, suddenly materializing like out of a dream and looking better than ever was a jolt to the heart, a shot to the nervous system.
“What are you doing back?” he growled, eyes shuttered.
And Katy, bless her heart, stepped forward like an innocent doe right into the crosshairs of the big bad wolf.
“I love you, Jason Smith,” she said softly, taking a work-roughened hand into her small one, “and I want you to know it. I want you to know that I’ll never leave you again, either of you,” she said, turning to include me, “and I’m so sorry I left.”
But Jason wasn’t letting up so easily.
“Oh yeah?” he growled, yanking his hand away. “And what’s different?”
Katy colored, to her credit, but the girl stood firm, her expression determined.
“It’s me,” she said softly. “What’s changed is me. I know you think the time away was bullshit, but I had a breakthrough,” she said with a gentle smile. “I realized how much I loved and missed you, and how details can always be worked out later. What’s important is that we’re together, that we savor each other’s love and support one another.”
But Jason still wasn’t having it. He can be one mean motherfucker and wasn’t giving in that easily.
“Okay, so you had some Buddha moment and now see the light?” he asked scornfully. “What, you dropped some acid and rainbows and unicorns appeared?” he asked sarcastically. “Because maybe it’s not the same now, maybe we don’t want you.”
I shook my head, exasperated. This was so fucking juvenile, I had to step in. Jason and I had done nothing but pray for Katy’s return, I’d watched his suffering first-hand, how he’d thrown himself into work like a beast to take his mind off our girl. And there was no sense in g
oing down this road to hurt Katy, to make her suffer too.
“Let’s not get nasty,” I intervened calmly. “What’s important is figuring this out.”
But the big man was a stubborn motherfucker, shaking his head and rolling his eyes.
“Yeah, but I want to hear it from Miss Know-it-All,” he growled, staring at Katy, blue eyes penetrating. “So what’s your solution? What’s the answer to all this?”
And to her credit, Katy didn’t lose her temper, instead taking a deep breath.
“I don’t have an answer,” she said softly, looking him straight in the eye.
He let out a grunt then, turning away.
“Thought so,” he grunted dismissively. “I’ll be in my room.”
But this was where Katy stepped up to the plate again, and I was never so proud. She put her curvy body between him and the door, literally blocking the way, and tipped her chin up at him, pressing her small hands against his chest.
“No Jason,” she said softly. “Like I said, I love you and we’ll figure it out together. That starts now.”
And reaching up, she placed her lips on his, craning her neck to meet his form, his mouth unresponsive at first. But feeling that pink pout, those luscious breasts pressed against him made the man burst into action. Jason was on her like white on rice, his hands trailing possessively, caressing those huge tits, stroking her curves, even running through her thighs, touching her sweet spot like he couldn’t get enough.
“Fuck,” he rasped into her mouth. “I’ve missed you. Why am I so weak?”
And Katy just murmured against his lips, gasping as he stroked her kitty through her panties, making her mewl and gasp in his arms.
“You’re not weak,” she whispered hoarsely, “you just love me, that’s all.”
And fuck, but the fire leapt at her words, becoming a burning inferno. Because it was true. We loved her, and couldn’t resist the beautiful girl. And although I was better behaved than Jason, I missed Katy just as much. It was like time had slowed to a stop, come to a standstill without her. So to have the girl now, willing and wet in our trailer once more was like three green lights flashing, a great big Go.
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