“We almost did that,” I growl. “We took her out, remember? And she got scared. She stopped answering her phone.”
“And then she came back to us.”
I shake my head. “Who knows why?”
“She came back because it’s just as good for her as it is for us.”
I gaze heavily at him. God, I hope he’s right.
“So,” I respond. “What do we propose to her?”
“We ask her to start seeing us...” His eyes roll to the side as he thinks.
“Every day,” I jump in before I gather enough brains to realize what I’m saying.
Zack laughs. “If we were going to see her every day we’d have to ask her to move in with one of us. Are you ready to start paying your housekeeper over time to keep the sheets clean? They’d be getting messed up at least three times a day.”
I slam my whiskey glass on the counter, irritated with myself. “I was joking,” I lie. “Twice a week is good. We talked about that number, right? What do you think?”
He slowly nods. “That sounds good. I think she might agree to that. So we’ll ask her when she gets here?”
“No.” My stomach knots up. “Let’s wait.”
He groans. “This again? Wait till what?”
I run my palm over my mouth. “Till… a special time. Let’s take her out or something.”
“We took her out.”
“Yeah, but we didn’t make any kind of proposal. This time will be different.”
Zack wickedly grins. “If I didn’t know better I’d think you were turning into a romantic.”
“Well you don’t know better, so how about you just can it?”
The doorbell rings. I straighten up so fast I nearly spill some whiskey—an amazing feat considering my glass isn’t even half full.
We both rush out of the kitchen, headed in the same direction. Zack gets to the door first. He pulls it open to reveal Mindy standing there in her scrubs, a tote bag over one shoulder.
Though she’s dressed in her work clothes and not wearing any makeup, she’s never been so beautiful. I’m not sure what it is. Maybe her confidence. Or an air I can’t quite put a label on.
“Hi,” she smiles, walking in. “Would it be weird if I took a shower here? I just got off work and I smell awful.”
A long moment passes and then I realize she’s looking at me.
“Oh! Right. Of course. Go ahead. You know where the first guest room is? It has the nicest shower.”
“Yeah. Thanks.”
She goes past me and disappears into the hall. I feel Zack’s eyes on me but don’t turn around to face him.
Instead I stomp back to the kitchen and take another drink of whiskey. The pitter patter of the shower fills the penthouse. Zack comes and leans in the kitchen doorway and I catch his eye.
“Shall we see how she’s doing in there?” I ask. “Maybe she needs some help.”
He grins. “Maybe she does.”
We go down the hallway and through the guest bedroom, taking our clothes off as we walk. By the time we enter the bathroom we’re both naked. Steam fills the room, sticking to the mirror and the walls. Mindy’s blurred shape is barely visible on the other side of the contoured glass, but it’s enough to make me rock hard.
I rap on the glass. “Need any help in there?”
The door slides open. Her hair is fully wet and slicked back against her neck. Thick water drops run over her shoulders and down between her breasts. Her eyes flick over my shoulder to where Zack waits.
“Sure,” she smiles. “Come on in.”
We step in to join her. The shower contains two heads, each spraying from opposite walls. The warm water hits my shoulder, soothing the muscles there and running over my dragon tattoo. I pick up the bar of soap from the dish and lather it over a loofah.
Zack is already running his hands down Mindy’s waist and over her hips. She closes her eyes and drops her head to the side. His mouth covers hers and they kiss deeply.
Working the lather on my loofah, I shuffle close to Mindy’s other side. The end of my dick pushes against her thigh and she reaches over and trails her hand along it.
I rub the loofah across her hips and stomach, then up and over her breasts. I soap up her nipples, giving them a little extra attention. Zack breaks off the kiss to watch.
Once she’s good and soaped up we turn her around under the shower head till all the suds are gone.
She sighs in pleasure. “Mm. This is nice. I could fall asleep standing here.”
I nip the back of her neck. “Don’t fall asleep just yet.” I take her hand. “Come on. Let’s go to the bed.”
Zack steps out of the shower and grabs us some towels. We dry Mindy first, each of us taking a towel and paying attention to different parts of her. Once she’s all dry I wrap her in a bathrobe then give myself a quick once over pat with a clean towel.
Taking Mindy’s hand again, I slowly lead her to the bed. Zack sits down at the end and I deposit her next to him. He parts the bath robe and reaches between her legs. A sharp gasp leaves her and she falls back, making the mattress bounce.
I growl and stay where I am to watch the show. Her breasts heave up and down and her hands claw at the bedspread as Zack plays with her.
Taking her knees in my hands, I stretch her legs wider. Zack climbs further up onto the bed to pay attention to her breasts. I drop down and flick my tongue against the top of her opening. Her nails grab at my hair, spurring me on. Down and up her slit my tongue travels. Her sweet taste fills my mouth and I lap harder, the pleasure I’m getting from this maybe better than the pleasure she’s getting.
She bucks against me, getting closer to her orgasm. When it hits, a curdling yell leaves her throat.
Grinning to myself, I get onto the bed, where I balance on my knees. She’s busy sucking Zack off, her cheekbones popping out and her lips making smacking noises.
“Mm,” is all I can manage. My dick throbs and I straddle her. I’ve screwed her slow more than once. This time it’s going to be a hard, no holds fuck. She’s going to be screaming in pleasure, begging me to wreck her.
I slam into her. She gasps in surprise, Zack’s cock falling from her mouth. Another pound and she’s being driven up the bed. Choked cries leave her mouth. It’s hard to tell if she’s enjoying what’s happening or not.
“Do you like it?” I ask in between thrusts.
“Y-yes,” she gasps.
I lift her legs up, stretching them towards her head. She sucks feverishly on Zack, barely able to keep him in her mouth for the force shaking her.
“I want more,” Mindy gasps, taking her mouth off Zack’s cock just long enough to speak.
The words give me more pleasure than I could have thought possible.
“How about this?” I press my thumb against her tight asshole, at the spot I’ve fantasized about on her but haven’t yet touched.
Mindy whimpers. Still pounding her, I swirl my thumb around and around. Her hole widens slightly and I push my thumb ever so slightly in. The groan leaving her mouth makes my groin flood with heat. I’m seconds away from exploding.
Pulling my thumb out of her, I hook two fingers and push them into her ass. She shakes against me, her moans and Zack’s groans filling the room. I drive my fingers into her, matching the motion of my hand with that of my dick.
Mindy cries out in a savage way, her walls clamping around my fingers and dick. Ecstasy hits me tidal wave style. White lights flash in front of me and I burst inside of her.
“God,” I groan, putting a hand down on the mattress to hold myself up. Sweat runs down my brow and I wipe my face on the inside of my arm.
Zack collapses on the bed. Mindy sighs and wipes a bit of liquid away from the corner of her mouth.
I slowly disentangle from between her legs and fall next to her. The three of us lay there, horizontal on the bed and staring up at the ceiling.
I wipe the rest of the sweat away from my face and work to normalize my breath
ing. Turning my face slightly, I peek at Mindy out of the corner of my eye. She turns and looks straight at me then smiles.
A new kind of warmth fills me, except this time it’s all in my chest.
“That was great,” she says.
I swallow and nod. “Hey, what are you doing for Thanksgiving?”
She blinks a few times, looking confused. On the other side of her, Zack sits up.
I join him and then Mindy rises as well, pulling the bath robe closed around her. She looks at me in interest. “I guess I’m just going to stay home. I mean, I’ll stop by my family’s thing for a little bit, but that’s all. I have to work the shift the night before that, but I get off around dawn.”
“Would your family mind if you missed their thing?”
My heart stops while I wait for her answer. This feels as nerve wracking as asking a girl out to the junior high dance.
Finally she shakes her head.
“Perfect,” I say.
Zack cocks his head. “Perfect for what?”
I go ahead and say it before I lose my nerve. “You two should come home with me. To the Hamptons.”
I don’t know why I’m inviting them. I’ve brought Zack home for more than one family holiday, but never a woman.
But Mindy’s not any other woman. She’s not some leeching girlfriend.
I was already planning on inviting Zack anyway. He and his dad came to my family’s Thanksgiving last year, and now it’s only Zack left, he certainly doesn’t have anywhere to go for the weekend. Having Mindy come along as well will just make the trip more fun.
“Zack’s coming,” I say. “Aren’t you Zack?”
He looks like he’s in shock. “Uh, yeah.”
I gaze pointedly at Mindy. “So you should too. It’ll be nice.”
She gnaws at her lower lip. “I don’t know… I mean, thank you. It does sound nice.”
“It’s amazing out there,” Zack says. “The house is gorgeous.”
“That’s right,” I agree. “Wouldn’t you like to get away from the city for a weekend?”
Mindy looks from him to me. “All right. I’ll go… Thank you.”
I try to hide my smile. “Great.”
“Is your family going to wonder who I am?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, what are you going to tell them? Like, about how you know me.”
“Ah. You mean are they going to think you’re my girlfriend?”
She shrugs. “I can just be your friend.”
“You and Zack should act like a couple. I think that’s actually a good idea. It makes the most sense.”
I glance over at Zack. His pleasure is all over his face. Clearly he has no problem with the plan.
A premonition of Zack and Mindy sitting next to each other at the Thanksgiving table enters my head, followed by a weird emotion that’s a mixture of pleasure and jealousy.
I like seeing a woman I’m into with my friend. But I also don’t like being left out in the cold. Will seeing the two of them acting affectionate, while my not being able to participate, going to drive me crazy?
No. I stop myself right there. Feelings and getting all emotional are off the table. It’s the sex I love with Mindy, nothing else. I’ve never been into hand holding or any other type of PDA. Especially not since I figured out those things give women the wrong idea.
“Sounds good to me,” Mindy says. “I’m looking forward to it.”
She gets up and stretches. I look for a change in topic.
“Are you hungry?” I ask.
She nods and smiles sleepily. Though the first few times we hooked up she was out the door not long afterwards, something’s changed over the last couple months. The three of us have started hanging out after sex, whether it be getting meals, watching television, or playing cards. It’s just as fun as the time Zack and I spend together… except even better.
Now that I think about it, I want to lock down the time spent just chilling out with Mindy as much as I do the time spent in bed with her.
“How about some Chinese?” I ask. “I can order it in.”
“Sounds good.”
She goes into the bathroom and closes the door behind herself. I hop up and grab my boxers from the floor.
Zack follows me into the kitchen, pulling on his own boxers as he goes.
“Man,” he says.
I pull the Chinese menu out from the delivery drawer. I already know what Mindy likes so I don’t have to check with her before ordering. “What?”
Zack’s face scrunches up. “I’m glad you invited her.”
I think about just how much I want to say. I settle for the simplest answer possible. “Me too.”
“So what are you thinking? Is this the special outing? Are we going to finally ask her?”
I take in a sharp breath. How do I explain to Zack that I want to do just that, make things clear and official with Mindy, but I’m also terrified to?
“Maybe,” I say, then grab the house phone and start dialing away so we can’t discuss things further.
13
Mindy
I twist my bracelet around and around my wrist, the knot in my stomach growing tighter with each mile. Did I wear the right thing? Are skinny jeans and a slouchy sweater too casual? And what about my makeup? Were the smokey eyes too much?
I glance over at Ethan, who is behind the wheel of his Maserati. His eyes are on the road, betraying nothing. In the back seat Zack types away on his tablet.
Do either of them feel at least a semblance of what I do? Is my meeting Ethan’s family as weird for them as it is for me?
I don’t know why I’m nervous. It doesn’t make sense. I’m going to Ethan’s house as a friend, not a lover, and not a girlfriend.
It’s weird, though, because the last time I checked we weren’t even friends. None of us were. Well, with the exception of Zack and Ethan. They’ve always been friends.
And I’ve always just been their fuck buddy.
A crass choice of words, yeah, but it’s true.
I’ve done my best to keep things the way they started, but I’ve known since the first day that I was losing my grip. I’ve got no control of this situation.
I don’t know how things changed, how I’ve suddenly found myself on the way to Southampton to spend the weekend with Ethan’s family. Not so long ago I told Katie I was ending things with the two men, and now here I am going to a family gathering.
I don’t know if it was a quick change or a slow one. Either way, it was imperceptible.
We’ve been spending more and more time together, and on the nights I don’t see the guys I miss them. Way too much.
I try to keep my space. I try to not see them more than once a week, but it’s hard. The minute I’m gone from them I start missing them.
“It’s right up here.”
I jump at Ethan’s voice. “Oh. Nice.”
The car slows down as we turn a corner and come up against a long row of tall box hedges. They’re the kind you would expect to see in front of a castle.
Then again, I’ve already seen two or three houses out here that would give any Tudor palace a run for its money.
We arrive at an iron wrought gate. Ethan rolls his window down and pounds a code into the box there. I glance back at Zack, looking for his reaction. His eyes remain on his tablet.
It’s weird. Sometimes I feel like Zack is the same kid I grew up with in the Bronx, the only person who still remembers decade old inside jokes about Castle Hill, and sometimes he’s a stranger, a person of a wealthy world I don’t understand.
The gate parts to allow us through. The Maserati glides up a wide brick driveway, taking us along more hedge bushes, this time ones on both sides of the drive.
The driveway turns suddenly and a big white house appears. With two stories and tall windows, it sprawls across the green yard, pieces fitting together in an adjacent way that makes it look more like two or three houses jammed together.
The driveway ends at a large garage. Ethan pulls up to it and we climb out. A man dressed in a black suit jacket and black button-up comes out of the garage and nods a hello to Ethan, who throws the man the keys.
I try not to stare as the guy pops the trunk and pulls out our bags. So Ethan’s family has… What? A butler?
Zack appears at my side, his arm wrapping around my waist. He smiles at me and I smile back before remembering he’s probably just putting on an act. He and I are supposed to be acting like a couple, after all.
Remembering this makes my heart drop into my stomach. I have to be careful and not get too comfortable with intimacy today.
Ethan leads us across the walkway and to the front door, where he enters without knocking.
If the front of the house stole my breath away the foyer knocks every ounce of wind out of me. The floor is marble, or something looking like it. In front of the tall, double staircase a chandelier hangs.
“Everyone’s probably in the back room,” Ethan explains.
I wipe my palms against my pants, my anxiety increasing. Is this Thanksgiving going to be any different than the ones in Castle Hill? Do rich people have special customs I don’t know about? Am I going to embarrass myself and call attention to myself as a Bronx commoner?
I’ve never worried about these things before. I’m not ashamed of where I come from. But I don’t know a lot of people with money and so I’m a little uneasy.
Wait, scratch that. I only know two people with money. Ethan and Zack. The latter hasn’t changed much since his days as a poor kid in the Bronx and the former doesn’t exactly have the snobbish attitude I would have expected him to. He’s cocky sure, but I would expect him to be so even if he were dirt poor.
Maybe I’m just biased against rich people.
Could be.
I just really hope Ethan’s family likes me even though I’m not from money.
It doesn’t matter. You’re just a friend… In their minds. In reality, you’re not even that.
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