Careless

by Cleo Peitsche

  “You, honey, are gay.” She drained her glass.

  “And you, sweetie, are drunk.”

  Nelson cleared his throat. “Maybe I should go.”

  “No.” Kimberly stood, her lips pressed together. “I’ll leave. Thanks for dinner.” She practically ran out of the restaurant.

  Samuel pushed Nelson out of the booth and ran after her. She was half a block away, her arms wrapped around herself. She looked so forlorn that his heart broke. Hurting her was exactly what he didn’t want to do. “Kimberly!”

  She ducked her head and sped up. “Fuck,” Samuel mumbled. He went after her. She might have been walking fast, but his legs were longer, and he easily caught up.

  “What do you want, Samuel?” She refused to look at him.

  “Come on.”

  She stopped walking and fixed him with a lethal glare. “I’m so tired of you playing games with me. You act like we’re a couple when it’s convenient, then you act like I don’t exist. You’re the biggest cock tease in the history of the world.”

  “You don’t even have a cock.”

  “Oh, you’re so funny. Samuel, with a joke for everything.” She pushed past him. Samuel caught her arm.

  Kimberly stared at his hand, her expression cold, and Samuel released her. Hurried footsteps came up behind him.

  “Everything ok?” Nelson’s voice was full of concern.

  Kimberly tucked her hair behind her ear and tried to smile. It wasn’t Nelson’s fault that Samuel drove her crazy. “I had fun. Really. Thanks again for dinner,” she said. Nelson seemed skeptical. “And, uh, have a nice night,” she added.

  “Wait.” Nelson’s voice commanded so much respect that Kimberly obeyed. “I won’t allow you to go home alone. It’s dangerous.”

  “I’ll get a cab.”

  “Crash at my place tonight. Both of you. I’m only a few minutes away. Please.”

  Guilt washed over Kimberly. Nelson was so sweet, trying not to make her feel unwanted, but it only made her loneliness that much more acute. “I’m fine,” she said as brightly as she could. “I’m so happy that this is going to work out. Samuel is amazing, and you seem great—”

  Nelson was giving her a peculiar look, his expression intent. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he was about to kiss her…

  He pulled her close, his eyes searching hers, and Kimberly froze in shock. Then his lips pressed against hers, and her eyelids fluttered closed. He gently nibbled on her lower lip before slipping his tongue between her teeth.

  Some part of her confused brain struggled to understand why he was kissing her and not Samuel. Pity. Had to be.

  He pulled her closer, and when their bodies touched she felt undeniable proof that Nelson wanted her. She moaned a little. She wanted him, too, so very badly. It had been too long since she’d been touched.

  But Samuel.

  Samuel!

  She pushed Nelson away. “I’m so sorry, Samuel,” she stuttered. But he didn’t look the least bit upset. “I’m not trying to steal your man…”

  Nelson took Kimberly’s hand and led her the few steps to Samuel. “Kiss her, you idiot,” Nelson murmured. “She’s waited long enough.”

  “But—” Samuel shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair. “I can’t.”

  “He’s gay,” Kimberly said. “Don’t let his claims of bisexuality fool you.” Her heart was pounding so hard in her chest that she thought it was going to explode—and probably take the men out when it did. “We’re friends and that’s it.”

  “It’s true,” Samuel said.

  Nelson gave Samuel a hard look that Kimberly couldn’t decipher. She needed to leave, but she didn’t though, because Nelson still held his hand in hers, his fingers clamped tightly so that she couldn’t go anywhere. And she didn’t want to walk away. It really wasn’t her fault, but damn, she liked Nelson’s firm touch. When they shook hands for the first time, her knees had threatened to give out on her. Something about an unapologetic, strong male made her stomach flutter.

  And that kiss. He hadn’t asked permission. He looked into her eyes, saw that she was attracted to him, and acted.

  “Both of you are coming to my place,” Nelson said firmly. He reached an arm around Kimberly and pulled her close.

  His body was so hard. She looked up at him, but he was watching Samuel.

  This was… interesting. She wondered what Nelson had in store.

  “Come here, Samuel,” Nelson said. His deep voice sent a shiver through Kimberly. Samuel stepped closer, and Nelson put his other hand on Samuel’s shoulder.

  And they started walking.

  Kimberly tentatively wrapped her arm around Nelson’s waist. It made it easier to match the rhythm of his long legs. She squeezed a little. He was in incredible shape. Probably all he did was work out, and it showed.

  And she’d thought Samuel had a perfect body.

  “What happens at your place?” she murmured.

  “What would you like to happen?” Nelson asked. Next to him, Samuel slowed, but Nelson squeezed his large hand around Samuel’s shoulder.

  “Watch you two make out,” Kimberly joked.

  “That’s an excellent start,” Nelson said confidently.

  “You’re so funny.” But if he was kidding, how come he wasn’t laughing? Adrenaline shot through Kimberly’s veins. She swallowed and tried not to panic.

  Nelson’s doorman hurried to let them in the moment they appeared. He was worth every penny of his salary because he didn’t blink at Nelson showing up with his arms around these two… he pretended not to notice at all.

  “Have a good night, sir.”

  Nelson nodded in response. No one knew that he’d bought the building, but some of the employees probably suspected given the sudden policy changes and salary increases when Nelson moved in. So far they’d all been discreet, and Nelson expected that to continue.

  Samuel and Kimberly were silent until he let them into his unit. The shades were open, and the city spread out before them like a sea of lights.

  “Fuck me. This place is nice,” Samuel said.

  Ok, Nelson thought. Since you insist, I’ll fuck you all night.

  Kimberly seemed likewise impressed, her chocolate brown eyes taking in his apartment with humble wonder. He could see she was bursting with questions, but he didn’t feel like explaining why a part-time yoga instructor had a multimillion dollar view in one of the city’s premier buildings.

  “I need to use your bathroom,” Kimberly said.

  “This way.” Rather than give her directions, he escorted her. Once they were out of Samuel’s earshot, he cleared his throat. “Do you love him?”

  She looked away and licked her lips. “Oh. Um. He’s not even my type. I like more, um…” she trailed off. “Forceful men. But I do have feelings.”

  “I bet he’s forceful when it comes down to it,” Nelson said, remembering how Samuel had touched him in the restaurant. “Why is he resisting you?”

  “Um, hello, he’s gay! I’m so tired of people insisting that he has a thing for me.”

  Nelson smiled at her frustration. “He’s so in love with you that it hurts to watch. What happened?”

  She shook her head. “Absolutely nothing. He flirts and he leads me on. I don’t think he realizes what he’s doing.”

  “Don’t tell me you’re clueless about men.”

  Her face turned an attractive shade of red. He wanted to kiss her again, but he needed to get answers out of Samuel. He turned the bathroom light on for her, fought a smile when her eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw how huge it was, then went to find Samuel.

  Samuel was playing with his collection of sixties-era Christmas tree ornaments. They were the only things in his condo that weren’t insanely expensive, but they brought him more joy than everything else put together.

  He took a wooden sleigh out of Samuel’s hand and set it carefully down, then caught Samuel’s head in his hands. “You will tell her how you fee
l,” he said. “And you’ll tell her soon.” He kissed Samuel, not bothering to start gently like he had with Kimberly.

  Samuel made a little moaning noise, quiet, like he was trying to hide his excitement, and Nelson kissed him harder, backing him into the wall. Samuel tasted like beer and man, which happened to be one of Nelson’s favorite combinations.

  He grabbed the back of Samuel’s neck and shoved his tongue into his mouth, dominating him, claiming him. In his experience, the first kiss set the tone for the entire relationship. And whether it would be emotional or just sexual, Nelson was sure he wanted a relationship with Samuel and Kimberly. Assuming he could fuck some sense into Samuel.

  He grabbed Samuel’s warm bulge. Nice and big. Perfect. He squeezed, and Samuel groaned and dug his fingers into Nelson’s shoulders. Nelson ignored his distress, thrusting his tongue into Samuel’s mouth and giving him a warning of what to expect later.

  A noise alerted him to Kimberly’s return. Nelson squeezed one last time, then released Samuel, who took a deep, shuddering breath.

  “Both of you on the white sofa,” Nelson ordered. “I’m going to make some drinks to sober us all up.”

  He saw Samuel shoot Kimberly a guilty look, then they both went to the sofa.

  Nelson found a pitcher of lemonade that his cook must have made that afternoon. He filled three glasses and set them on a tray, then poured a bowlful of fancy rosemary and olive crackers that Grace had gotten him hooked on. He ate one and tried to figure out what the hell was going on with Samuel.

  Kimberly’s love for the man was like an open wound, and it pained Nelson to look at it. He’d never been so loved by anyone, and he’d certainly never had anyone put up with the torture that Samuel inflicted on her.

  No, she wasn’t the problem. Samuel was.

  Nelson had met plenty of gay men who were in denial or in the closet, but he’d never before met a bisexual man in denial about his attraction to a woman. Nelson picked up another handful of crackers. He didn’t get the impression that Samuel’s friends gave him a hard time about who he dated, so he probably wasn’t getting pressure from that direction.

  It made no sense. Forcing them together probably wouldn’t be healthy for either one. He sighed and refilled the bowl of crackers, then carried the tray into the living room.

  They were both looking out the window, their bodies close together, so familiar and comfortable with each other. A pang ripped through Nelson. They were what he’d always wanted but had never found, and they didn’t even realize what they had.

  Kimberly peered forward, cupping her hands around her face to block out the light behind her. She said something that Nelson couldn’t hear, and Samuel looked at her, his body language so full of longing that Nelson had to fight not to bash the tray over his head to knock some sense into him.

  “Lemonade and crackers.”

  Samuel turned and raised an eyebrow. “You’re the spirit of my granny, aren’t you?”

  Nelson smiled. He’d pay Samuel back for that comment later, when the man was stripped naked and on his knees before him. “Please sit.”

  Nelson remained standing. Once they had their drinks and were relaxed, he took a deep breath. “So. Kimberly, while you were at the bathroom, I explained to Samuel that my sexual preferences run to couples.”

  “Couples?” Her voice was strained with shock, and she looked likely to drop her glass.

  “Yes, beautiful. Couples. When Samuel approached me after class, I figured he’d picked up on that.” He laughed. “I’m relieved that wasn’t the case because it would be terrible if I gave out that kind of vibe at Grace’s studio.”

  “We had a bet about if you were gay or not,” Kimberly said, hiding a shy smile.

  “Oh? What was the bet?”

  “Dinner and a movie.”

  “I feel responsible, so I insist on paying you both. Tomorrow night?”

  They looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

  “Good.” Nelson sat. “Now let’s talk about tonight.”

  A fetching shade of pink spread across Kimberly’s cheeks. She blushed so easily, it made him want to see her bent over, her curvy ass perched high in the air so that he could paddle her perfect skin until her behind matched her cheeks.

  Samuel wasn’t blushing, but he looked stuck halfway between horny and scandalized.

  Kimberly gripped her lemonade glass. Unless she was misunderstanding something, Nelson wanted a threesome with her and Samuel. It wasn’t an idea that had crossed her mind before. At least not as a serious possibility.

  She—like most women, she assumed—had fantasized about having two men at once, and having such a sexy bisexual friend had fired up her imagination. She’d talked about it with one of her girlfriends at a bachelorette party. Her friend, Elle, who had three lovers, had said, “Look. A woman has three holes that are also erogenous zones. It’s perfectly natural to want them all stimulated at the same time.”

  “I want to sleep with both of you,” Nelson said, interrupting Kimberly’s thoughts. Her pussy immediately got wet. Wet again, actually… After walking for ten minutes, inhaling Nelson’s masculine aftershave and being pressed into his strong body, cleaning up a bit in the bathroom had been an imperative.

  Next to her, Samuel began to jiggle his leg just like he did whenever they watched a horror film.

  “How does that even work?” Kimberly asked. She was too curious to beat around the bush.

  Nelson squatted in front of her, and she remembered how attentive he’d been when he asked about her knee during the yoga class. “I’ve never been able to explain it mathematically, but twice as many mouths feel five times better.”

  Wow. Just… wow. Kimberly fought a smile. This was an opportunity that would certainly never present itself again. Every man she knew would absolutely jump at the chance to have a threesome with two stunning women, and she’d be damned if she was going to pass up the equivalent if one of the men was Samuel. Especially after seeing how happy Elle was all the time. “What the hell,” she said with a laugh. “I’m in.” She laughed again. She hadn’t felt this excited about a hookup since graduating.

  “Fantastic.” Nelson laid a hand on Samuel’s knee and interrogated him with a look.

  Kimberly put a hand on Samuel’s shoulder. “Just once,” she pleaded. “I think it’d be fun.” Please just give me one night with you, she thought. Was he really so turned off by her?

  Samuel closed his eyes and tilted his head back. His Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed. “I’m worried it will change things between us,” he said hoarsely.

  “It won’t,” Kimberly promised. “We won’t let it.”

  When Samuel looked at her, she saw that his pupils were dilated. “We won’t let it,” he said softly. “We can’t. If I lose you…”

  “It would take a heck of a lot more than some bad sex to ruin us,” she said.

  Fire blazed in Samuel’s eyes, and just like that, her dear friend was back. “Ok. I’m in. And for the record, there won’t be any bad sex.”

  “Agreed,” Nelson said.

  Now that they’d decided to do this, Kimberly felt shy and awkward. It was easy to figure out how two people fit together, but three…?

  Nelson solved the problem by standing and leaning over her. His green eyes sparkling, he moved in slowly for a kiss. He touched the side of her breast, then cupped it. Kimberly moaned and instinctively moved her knees apart. Her pussy was wet, and when Nelson slid a hand under her ass and squeezed, she gasped.

  He was forceful, just like she wanted. And she was horny enough that her embarrassment was melting away.

  Nelson moved over and kissed Samuel. Kimberly watched, fascinated. She’d been shocked when she came upon their earlier kiss. Sex between men looked like it could get dangerous.

  Samuel’s cheeks were ruddy, and both men had their eyes open. It was like they were each searching for weakness, like it was a fight. Samuel struggled to stand, but Nelson had him pinned down. She co
uldn’t help but peek at their pants and discovered that they were both excited.

  She rubbed her palm over Nelson’s bulge. He grunted and channeled his aggression onto Samuel, biting his neck and forcing his head back.

  Nelson squeezed the inside of Kimberly’s thigh, and his thumb brushed over the inseam of her jeans. She wiggled down toward him and sighed.

  She didn’t dare touch Samuel. But she should, right? She chewed on the edge of her lip and tentatively placed a hand on his leg. His eyes closed as she slid her fingers up toward his sex.

  How long had she’d craved touching Samuel like this? Seemed like forever. And she wanted to draw this moment out. She skirted his erection but pushed harder, moving in circles, always getting closer.

  With a growl, Nelson grabbed her hand and placed it on Samuel’s cock, and Kimberly knew she was lost. She squeezed him, stroking him through the denim. She could feel the heat of his hard-on. The moment was so sweet. Everything she’d wanted was so close.

  Nelson stepped back and pulled off his shirt, and Kimberly stared in amazement at the hard bulges of his muscles.

  Samuel whistled. “There’s no way you got like that from yoga.”

  Kimberly started to unbutton her shirt while the men were distracted.

  Nelson laughed. “I didn’t, but I know men who did. I have a gym in the back.”

  “What do you bench press?”

  “We should work out together. You’ll find out,” Nelson said. He turned his beautiful green eyes toward her. “You can come, too” he said. “The only rule is that you have to wear really tight spandex, and if we don’t actually get around to exercising, so be it.”

  If any other man had suggested she work out with him, she would have taken it as criticism that she needed to lose weight. She knew she could stand to lose a few pounds, but Nelson clearly liked her just the way she was.

  Nelson’s gaze was buried in her exposed cleavage. She knew she had nice breasts, large and round, though she had to hold them if she had sex on top so that they didn’t hurt when they bounced.

  Even Samuel was staring, but when he saw she’d noticed, he quickly looked away. She slipped the rest of the way out of the blouse. “You’re overdressed, Samuel,” she pointed out.