But Brian shot his partner a warning look, and Jed’s hand fell back into his lap, although the blonde man let out a choked growl, blue eyes bright with need. Brian shook his head imperceptibly again and Jed literally roared this time before excusing himself.
“Fuck you,” he ground out. “Fuck you.”
I gasped. Was that epithet for me or Brian? It was impossible to tell because the Viking was already gone, that big frame disappeared with a flash as the door banged shut behind him. But what about me? I gasped, still bent over the filing cabinet, pussy in full view with the writing implement protruding from my twat. What about me? Why hadn’t he gone for it, why hadn’t Jed come over and pulled out that pencil with his teeth before ramming his dick in, making me scream with need?
But the answers evidently lay with Brian because once the door closed, my brother in law looked at me smoothly. To my consternation, not one hair was out of place. The alpha was perfectly composed, cool as a cucumber, relaxed at his desk despite the fact that there was a fresh, nubile girl bent over showing him her streaming privates, begging for him to lick, touch, and own.
“Brian?” I mewled helplessly, shaking my rump at him, making the pencil wiggle up and down from my secret spot. “Brian?”
The big man closed his eyes with a big sigh, and pinched the crown of his nose like a headache was coming on.
“Angie,” he began. “It’s so hard to tell you this.”
I stood still for a minute, stupefied.
“Tell me what?” I asked. “What? What is it? Is it something I did? Is it this pencil thing?” I gestured, wagging my ass again. “I thought you’d like it. I thought both of you would like it.”
Without opening his eyes, Brian leaned his head back against the chair before opening those blue eyes. God, he was so magnetic, that gaze so charismatic that my pussy shivered involuntarily, juicing again. But he wasn’t looking at my private parts, at my sweet honey hole. Instead, with the discipline of Gandhi, Brian looked only at my face, taking in my warm brown eyes and quivering pout.
But my pleading had no effect.
“Naw baby girl,” he ground out. “This is hard to explain but you’re not our type.”
I snorted, disbelieving, flipping my skirt back over my butt cheeks.
“Not your type? I don’t think so,” I said, this time putting my hands on my hips. “What happened at the funeral wasn’t a fluke, or don’t you remember? If I’m correct, you and Jed were all over me, fucking my virgin pussy until you came. Over and over again, if memory serves me right.”
Brian nodded, as though tired.
“That’s right, baby girl, but that’s the problem. Fucking a virgin pussy, and you’re not a virgin anymore.”
I choked, almost throwing up a little in my mouth.
“Are you fucking kidding me? I’m not a virgin anymore because you took my virginity. Both of you did, taking turns drilling my pussy, or don’t you remember?”
Rage built in my small form, making me quiver angrily, but even more than that was the sense of dread in my soul. Because I could feel where this was going and it was like watching a car crash in slow mo, helpless with your hands tied as the vehicles spun towards one another. And with squealing tires and then a resounding smash, impact came.
“You’re not a virgin anymore, Angie, and Jed and I are done,” Brian said simply, steeping his hands. “Of course, you’re welcome to continue working at the firm, but this pencil thing, this worker’s comp thing, it’s gotta stop. We’re done,” he said with finality.
At that I lost it and started screeching.
“You fucking asshole!” I shrieked. “You fucked me for weeks, you did everything for weeks, and now that my virginity’s gone, you’re not interested? What the hell, are you living in the Dark Ages or something? Is that how you operate? Is that what you do, seducing teens until they give it up and them dropping them in the gutter?”
Brian shrugged tiredly.
“No, it’s not. In fact, I don’t know what’s up really,” he said, shaking his head. “Everything’s been such a shitshow since the moment Hannah died. I’m in a relationship with my law partner, don’t you get it? With another man, Angie, and it’s thrown me for a loop. Things are happening at light speed, and right now, having you around is too much.”
“So what if you’re with another man?” I asked stupefied. “I don’t care about that, I want to be with you both!”
Brian let out another exasperated growl.
“You don’t get it,” he said shortly. “You just don’t get it. You’re eighteen years old. Things have changed around here, I’ve changed, and there’s no room for you. You’re out, Ange, I’m sorry,” he said with finality, face shuttered and cold.
I stood there, stock still and shocked, the pencil clenched tight in my vagina. But it was no longer a hot, tantalizing act, because instead, the air between my thighs was frigidly chill. Now, you couldn’t get the pencil out with a plier, my vaginal muscles clenched so tight with pain and disbelief.
Because Brian was right, in a way. I didn’t get it, I absolutely didn’t understand what was happening. Why after a hot afternoon together, both men worshipping my body, was I suddenly out? Why was I being shoved to the sidelines despite my desperation to stay in the game, to live it up with the two alphas?
And pleading, I put all my cards on the table.
“Please Brian, don’t do this,” I begged, bracing myself against his desk, knees weak. “Please, don’t say that.”
But the big man merely got up, unfolding that huge frame before striding to the door and holding it open politely.
“I’m sorry Ange,” he said, tone neutral. “There’s just too much going on, and right now, we need to focus on work,” he said, pitching his voice louder than normal so that people outside could hear. “It’s time to work.”
And what could I do but obey his unspoken command? I got up and walked with silent steps out of his office. Like a zombie, I turned right and moved with frozen movements down the hall into the women’s bathroom, pausing only when I reached the sinks. With an open mouth, I looked at myself, the pale cheeks, the stunned expression in my eyes. To the outside, I was still me. I was still Angela Moore, part-time student and part-time paralegal, an eighteen year-old girl with nothing special about her to speak of. I was still me, plump and homely, working on my degree as I lived at home, comforting an aging, grieving mother.
But on the inside was only pure devastation. I was a wasteland, a blackened, charred terrain of smoking garbage, scavengers descending to eat the remnants of my soul. But there was nothing for the vultures because Brian and Jed had taken it all. The two men had pumped me up for weeks, teasing me, making me want them, making me fall in love. I’d lost my heart to their charismatic personalities, to the calm, cool and controlled way they ran their business, all-knowing, confident and sure. I’d lost my heart to the way they’d protected my sister’s memory even if she’d been a ho, to the way they’d been so kind to my mother, a widow with a broken heart.
But now it didn’t matter. I was in the trash pile. They’d decided that for their business and for their personal lives, I was just an extra, nothing essential, getting in the way of what they really wanted. So with my virginity gone, the new shine rubbed off, they were done. I was a distraction, a fun one to be sure, but with their new relationship and their law practice to run, there was no sense in making things more complicated. So I was out, tossed away like last night’s garbage.
But the problem was me. I couldn’t be ignored altogether, I was Brian’s sister in law for crying out loud, ghosting didn’t make sense. So instead, they’d done it in public. They’d waited for me to approach them at their office and then made it clear in front of others that we were all work, nothing else. So despite our illicit encounters in the past, despite the fact that they’d taken my virginity, my most precious asset, the lines were drawn now. I was to stay on my side and they’d stay on theirs.
And with slow, meander
ing trails, the tears began to fall. I stood in the bathroom as one large droplet after another rolled down my cheeks and off my chin, splattering on the counter. Was this really happening? Was I really going to have to keep working here, seeing Brian and Jed day after day, knowing that I wasn’t enough? They’d taken my best part, I’d reveled in giving them my virginity, only to have it all come down to nothing?
I cursed myself, fists gripping wildly at air, clenching and unclenching in paroxysms of agony. Because it was already coming true. I was in their bathroom, with their pencil in my vagina, having offered them my all. But they didn’t want it. I’d been rejected … and I was nothing but yesterday’s trash now.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Angie
“Mom, I’m home,” I called out, dropping my bag by the door limply. “I’m home.”
“In here,” Jane called. “In the kitchen honey.”
I wandered listlessly into the tiled room and dropped down in a chair. Jane was looking over a newspaper and looked up with a warm smile, faded blue eyes gentle.
“Hi sweetheart, how was your day?”
“Okay,” I said in a monotone, fingering a placemat, not meeting her gaze. “Nothing to talk about.”
Because what could I say? Ever since my devastating conversation with Brian, I’d been a robot going through the motions of life. I went to school, talking when spoken to, obediently listening to lectures but nothing sank in. I was on the five-year track at my local community college, but at the rate I was going, it was gonna take ten years to graduate. I hadn’t bothered to turn in my last paper, instead emailing the TA at the last minute to ask for an extension.
And at work, it was even worse. To avoid seeing Jed and Brian, I offered to take the most boring task, looking through a roomful of documents. That’s right, I volunteered to tackle this huge chore on my own, putting the papers in chronological order, dutifully labeling each file before entering them into the system. But locked in the windowless conference room by myself most of the time, I just sat staring blankly at the wall. Yeah, just like school, this project is dragging out way beyond its deadline, and I’d probably be fired soon. Maybe it was for the better. Maybe it was better just to leave the firm, to get as far away as possible from my old lovers and the memories that went with it.
So Jane’s voice was like a splash of cold water on my face.
“Oh honey, did you see?” she asked brightly. “Courtside’s having their annual tennis round robin, did you want to join?”
I snorted. I have two left feet, and hitting a ball with a tennis racket is way beyond my coordination level.
“No Mom,” I said stiffly. “No.”
But my mom is so clueless sometimes.
“It’s going to be in Hannah’s honor,” my mom wheedled. “Please go for the luncheon if nothing else. You know all our friends are going to be there, and they’re going to do a toast to Hannah.”
I sat woodenly in my chair, almost unable to breathe. Even in death, my sister had come out on top. Despite the swirling rumors of her affairs, the shameful way she’d died, it didn’t matter. Everyone had forgotten the details, and now Courtside, the very place that was tainted with her memory, was going to put on an event in her honor, toasting my sister’s achievements.
And with that I lost it.
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I haven’t been very happy lately,” I bit out. “I know you’re still hung up on Hannah’s death, but you have one daughter alive still. And I’m not doing great.”
To my surprise, Jane didn’t act offended or even shocked. Instead, she put down her paper, folding it neatly on the kitchen counter.
“I know baby, I’ve noticed,” she said quietly, turning those faded blue eyes to me. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted to talk about it.”
I choked for a moment. So Jane had noticed? I always thought my sister was first in every way, even in death, so to hear that my mom had noticed something about me was shocking. I choked again, words stuck in my throat.
“I know something happened,” said my mom simply. “Because I have the sense of a mother, even if you don’t believe it.”
If I’d been stammering before, now I was a mess. Jane knew? How? I’ve always been a fly on the wall. Compared to my sister, I’ve always been a second thought, plump and squat next to the willowy, gorgeous Hannah. So what in the world had happened?
My mom sighed, eyes faraway for a moment.
“I know sometimes you feel overlooked, Angela,” she said slowly. “But it’s not true.”
That made me jolt to life, staring in my chair.
“Overlooked?” I managed with a hoarse gasp. “You think? Just a little?”
Jane nodded slowly.
“But it’s not true honey,” she reiterated slowly. “Every child is different and while yes, Hannah was often in the limelight, it doesn’t mean that you went unnoticed. I always knew you were there. We always knew you were there.”
I shook my head furiously.
“No, no one has ever known I existed,” I said vehemently. “Not when Hannah was alive, and not now either.”
Jane folded her hands, giving me a long look.
“I think you feel that way for understandable reasons,” she said slowly, nodding with empathy. “And that’s fair, especially given recent events.”
Here’s where I jumped in.
“But that’s the thing!” I screeched. “Everyone’s so devastated about Hannah but does anyone notice how devastated I’ve been? Everything’s going wrong, Mom, I’m gonna flunk out of school, I’m gonna be fired soon, everything’s gone wrong and it doesn’t even matter!”
I was bordering on hysteria now, my voice going up about two octaves, hands clutching and unclutching at the kitchen counter like a madman. But Jane nodded calmly, taking one of my fists in her own and giving it a comforting squeeze.
“No honey, it’s gonna be okay. You’re my daughter and I know you better than you think,” she said with a gentle smile. “I know you, Angela, and you’re going to come out on top. It always works out for good girls like you, there’s no way the world will let you slip through the cracks.”
And this is when I broke down.
“I-I’m not good,” I stammered, eyes filling with tears. “Everyone thinks I am, I go to school, I make money, I do whatever people tell me to,” I said bitterly. “But I’m hardly good. Far from it.”
My mom shook her head, still stroking my hand.
“Of course you are,” she said comfortingly, like a mother hen. “You’re Angela Moore, you’re a decent, honorable girl.”
And those words pushed me over the cliff because it was so untrue, I was the opposite of what everyone thought. So I looked up at Jane then, eyes blazing.
“If I’m so good, then why was I fucking my brother-in-law?” I asked nastily. “Why was I fucking Brian? Yes Mother, your dear departed daughter’s husband. This good girl was fucking him, and not just him, but his business partner too. I was doing Brian and Jed mom, I was servicing two men.”
I was sure that the nasty words and even nastier revelations would cause Jane to faint, my mom passing out from the baldly stated truth. And Jane’s hand grew still for a moment on mine, tensing slightly, but then she gripped my hand, strong and reassuring.
“And?” she asked, eyes never leaving my face. “And?”
“And what?” I screeched. “Doesn’t that make you want to kill me? Kill yourself? Knowing that I was screwing your dear departed daughter’s husband, that I, Angela Moore, spread my legs for a man who was supposed to be grieving? That he was getting his rocks off by drilling his sister in law? What the hell, what the hell?”
Jane summoned her internal strength before turning back to me and taking a deep breath.
“I know honey,” she said soothingly. “I knew all that was going on. And with Jed too.”
I gawped at her.
“You knew?” I whispered, barely able to breathe, the words coming out in a hiss. “How? Who t
old you?” I stammered.
Jane nodded again, looking out the window before steeling herself.
“Honey, I know you better than anyone else. You’re my daughter,” she said slowly. “And you’ve wanted Brian for so long.”
“But doesn’t that make you hate me?” I implored again, snatching my hand out of her grasp. “I was lusting after my sister’s husband?”
Jane sat quietly at the table, hands clasped.
“It’s not right, but you didn’t act on it until Hannah was gone,” she said with finality. “No one can put you in jail for thoughts that go through your brain and you and Brian didn’t do anything until after Hannah died.”
I thought back, mind whirling furiously. Was that true? All the events of the past few weeks were muddled in my brain, flowing together like watercolors. Was it true that Brian and I hadn’t touched each other until after Hannah’s death? We’d exchanged some looks, some heated glances, but maybe Jane was right. Maybe I’d forgotten that important fact. But who cares? We couldn’t have waited for more than a day, maybe even a few hours.
“So what?” I asked slowly. “So what if it happened afterwards? Why does that make a difference?”
My mom paused for a moment.
“Because it means you’re a woman of principle,” Jane said simply. “If Hannah had been in your shoes, she wouldn’t have waited, she would have stolen her own sister’s husband. But you’re not Hannah, honey, you’re an upstanding, honest woman, and that’s why you deserve happiness now.”
I was so confused that my brows scrunched.
“But Mom, do you hear what you’re saying? Not just about me, but about Hannah. Do you hear what you’re saying?”
Jane took a deep breath then, clasping her hands together before swinging those eyes to mine, looking at me straight.
“Honey, I know my daughters better than anyone else. I know all the rumors about your sister, I know what people were saying. And I know a lot of it was true,” she said simply. “Hannah’s been that way for a long time, and I’m her mother, not a fool.”
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