Room For Three

by Melissa Silvey

  “This is beautiful. So sexy. It’s gorgeous.” He’s still narrating, his voice getting lower, gravelly almost. He’s as overcome as I am. He moves my hips, and I feel myself moving against him and Asher.

  Asher, who is normally a slow, passionate kisser, is driving his tongue in and out of my mouth, while grabbing and kneading my tits. Suddenly his hips move off the bed, propelling me into Peyton faster, and harder. I’m impaled on both their spears, moving up and down with the rhythm of both of their bodies. I’m full. I’m whole. I’m theirs.

  “I’m coming, girl. I’m coming with you.” My muscles are clenching, and Peyton feels it.

  Asher grabs my hips, and pulls me onto his cock, which brings me down hard onto Peyton’s. He moves his head back and forth, finally breaking the kiss, to cry out, “Oh, God!”

  My mouth is free. I can scream. I can cry out. But I don’t. It doesn’t hurt like I thought it would. The sound that escapes me is a laugh, a giggle full of more gratification than I’ve ever felt in my life. My muscles are clenching and relaxing, and I feel the ebb and flow of the orgasm overtake me. And I’m laughing.

  “That is so fucking good, baby girl. You’re so fucking good,” Peyton murmurs, as he wraps himself around me and Asher.

  I’m sandwiched between the two of them. I’m home.

  “That was amazing,” Asher whispers against my ear, before he kisses my cheek. “Thank you, Charlie. Thank you for trusting me.”

  Is it time to say I love you? Asher said it earlier. I don’t think I’m ready.

  Instead, I reply, “Thank you. Thank you to both of you. That was beyond anything I’ve ever felt.”

  Peyton rolls over, bringing me with him, so I’m lying between them again. Asher looks almost drunk from pleasure, but so happy. Peyton rolls away for a moment, then wraps his arm lightly around my waist. Asher leans forward and kisses my forehead, before placing one hand under my pillow, and the other on my stomach. Peyton kisses my shoulder lightly, then moves up onto his forearm to reach around me and kiss his boyfriend right on his lips.

  “I don’t know if I’ve ever said it or not, but I love you too.” He slides back onto the bed behind me. I feel their hands clasp together on my tummy.

  I can’t believe how happy I am at this moment. But I’m still a little scared. Do I tell Asher I love him, and not Peyton? I mean… Peyton just did it. He told Asher and not me.

  Then, of course, he kisses my hair, and says, “I could fall for you too, Charlotte.”

  Great… no pressure or anything. I sigh contentedly, and close my eyes. I’m exhausted. I don’t want to think. I just want to sleep, protected and cared for, between my men.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Hansen Technologies Being Investigated for Securities Fraud

  That’s the headline on every news site this morning. So, this is why Asher backed out on the purchase. I blamed Charlie for the problems with Hansen. I should have known that Asher would give the project the due diligence it deserved, and if there was a problem he would have found it in the accounting.

  “Is that a laptop?” I hear a little voice ask, and look over the screen to find Elise staring at me, her eyes heavy with sleep. She’s yawning, and even though she’s adorable she looks a little sad. She climbs onto the couch beside me. I’m sitting in the blue living room, staring out at the ocean, while reading the online news. She’s glancing over at the screen with curiosity and excitement.

  “Yes, Elise, it’s a laptop.” She’s eight, she should have seen one before.

  “It looks thinner and fancier than the one my mom has for work. She won’t let me touch it.” She says it as she continues to gaze at the computer longingly.

  “Hold on, little one.” I close all the important programs on my new, expensive computer, before I hand it to her. I’m not doing anything important with it anyway. I should be out on the beach, or in the hot tub, somewhere not worrying about business.

  I watch as she immediately goes to a website which looks like games, but is actually educational. She works math problems for several minutes, getting much more right than wrong, before she asks, “Do you know where my mom and Mr. Asher are?”

  “I think they took an early morning walk on the beach together,” I lie. When I left them, they were curled around each other like puppies. We really wore her out last night, but I think she liked it as much as we did.

  Or maybe I should be upstairs in bed with them, going for round two.

  “Does Mr. Asher like my mom?” she asks innocently, as she continues to play the game. When I don’t answer immediately, she glances up at me with hopeful green eyes. Although they are not the same color as her mom’s, they are the same shape, and they are full of emotion just like Charlie’s. She is her mother’s daughter.

  “Yes, I think he likes her very much,” I answer honestly.

  She nods thoughtfully. Then she asks the question I’ve dreaded. “Do you like my mom?”

  How am I supposed to answer that, without confusing her? Hell, I can’t answer it without confusing myself. I never would have thought I’d feel this way about a woman. I never thought I’d feel this way about anyone, much less two people at the same time.

  “I like your mom too. I like them both.” There, I said it out loud. To Charlie’s daughter, no less. I will probably regret it. Charlie will probably get mad at me for telling the truth. But it feels so damn good letting it out.

  Elise is obviously as confused as I thought she’d be. “So, you’re all three friends?”

  “Best friends,” I assure her. Best friends with the best benefits ever.

  “I’m glad my mom has more friends. I think we’ll stay here now. I was afraid we’d move back to West Virginia.” She smiles at me, and continues to play her game.

  “I don’t think you’ll be moving back to West Virginia any time soon,” I assure her.

  “Good, because I love it here. I love Delaware, I love my mom’s job, and I like her new best friends. And the beach is really pretty.”

  We sit in silence for a few minutes. The view of the sunrise is perfect from Asher’s house. It was a little too cool to watch from the porch this morning, but in the summer, we’ll all have breakfast out there.

  “You should look out over the ocean,” I suggest, and point out the window.

  “That’s beautiful,” she exclaims. She stares out at the gorgeous view, taking it all in. “Is Mr. Asher rich?”

  “Yes, Elise, he’s very rich. He’s more rich than you can imagine.”

  “He’s my mom’s boss, right?” she asks hesitantly.

  “He’s my boss too,” I admit. “A lot of people work for Asher Glass.”

  “Are you hungry?” she asks, as if she’s already bored of Asher’s wealth.

  “I’m starvin’.” It’s Charlie’s voice that answers Elise’s question. Both of us turn toward the sound. She looks gorgeous, even though she just got out of bed. She’s wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, and she’s braided her thick hair in two braids down the sides of her face. But her best feature, by far, is her smile. She’s practically glowing. “Who wants pancakes?”

  “How was your walk?” Elise asks her mom.

  “It was uh…” She glances from her daughter to me. I shrug my shoulders. I couldn’t tell Elise her mom was in bed with Asher. Could I? “Good. It was good. Pancakes or waffles? Who’s hungry?”

  “I could eat.” I grin at Charlie, and wink. What is it with me and double entendre with her? And why am I constantly flirting with her? This woman is going to make me crazy. “But I’m not sure if Anna will be happy with you messing up her kitchen.”

  Charlie finally notices what her daughter is holding in her lap. “Where did you get a laptop?”

  Elise pulls it a little closer to her body, as if afraid her mom will take it from her. “It’s Mr. Peyton’s. He handed it to me. I’m playing math quiz.”

  “I think she should have one of her own,” I muse. “I still have my old one, and it works. She
can have it.”

  Elise’s eyes grow wide, just like her mother’s do at times. I try really hard not to think of those times. “Can I really, Mr. Peyton?

  “Yes, you can,” I reply with a wide grin. What is it about these two that make me want to give them gifts? I glance from daughter, to mother. Charlie looks shocked, but happy.

  “Everyone’s up early,” Asher announces as he enters the room. He appears to be freshly showered. He’s wearing sweat shorts and a t-shirt, his usual workout clothes, which he rarely wears after a shower. Perhaps his relaxed attire is more of Charlie’s influence. He needs to relax some, it would be good for him. Charlie is very good for him.

  I glance at Charlie and wink. Clean freak. I mouth the words.

  She giggles.

  “How was your walk, Mr. Asher?” Elise asks.

  “I… um…” He’s confused, and I try not to laugh. “Do I smell coffee?” Asher decides to escape to the kitchen. He’s not very good with untruths. Charlie follows him. Minutes later I follow after them, and find Asher standing very near Charlie. While she is making coffee, he is playing with her braids. I walk up behind him and kiss his neck. He turns his head slightly, and grins at me. He was right. This is perfection.

  “Everyone’s awake too early for Saturday. I had hoped to start breakfast before everyone was up.” It’s Anna. She walks toward the oven, and begins to rattle pans around. “At least someone’s started coffee.” She smiles at Charlie as she says it. “But I’m going to need everyone out of my kitchen while I work.”

  Charlie pours coffee for herself and Asher, then asks me, “How do you take yours? I haven’t learned you well enough yet.”

  I give her a slight sigh. “You’re learning,” I say, as I reach out and grab her ass. Her cheeks turn blood red, and she splashes a bit of coffee onto the counter.

  “Shoo, you three,” Anna says, with a hint of amusement in her voice.

  I kiss both their cheeks, then take the coffee cup.

  *****

  “Mr. Peyton, did you go to college?” Elise asks while we’re all four sitting around the dinner table, enjoying spaghetti, salads, and garlic bread.

  I learned many things about the girl and her mother, during our walk on the beach and our time in the pool. Elise is not as self-assured as her mother, but maybe she’ll learn it with age. Elise is also not as outgoing as her mother. But what she lacks in charm, she makes up for in intelligence. She’s a curious child, and she’s not afraid to ask if she has questions.

  “Yes. I studied business accounting, and it really is as boring as it sounds,” I admit.

  “What did you study, Mr. Asher?” she continues, as she gazes at him.

  “I have a Bachelors’ degree in mathematics, an MBA, a Masters’ degree in Computational Sciences and Engineering, and my Ph. D. is in Algorithms, Combinatorics, and Optimization.”

  While he’s talking, I can see the confusion enter her eyes. “What is combinat…?”

  “Combinatorics is a type of math that deals in counting structures and …” He continues, but after a few sentences me, Elise, and Charlie all three have lost any understanding of what he’s saying. He finally notices when he looks up at Elise. He shrugs, and finishes. “I like math a lot.”

  “So, can you help me learn multiplication?” she asks him, almost timidly.

  “Of course. I’d love to help you with your homework.” Asher’s eyes sparkle as he says it. Oh, yea, he’s got it bad.

  “I hope I get to go to college when I’m older, but my mom didn’t go, and I’m not sure we’ll have the money.” Elise frowns, and begins to push the pasta around on her plate.

  “I don’t think you’ll have to worry about money…” Asher starts. Suddenly silver cutlery rattles against a plate, and he stops talking immediately. Charlie gives him a dirty look.

  Elise takes it all in, and fights a smirk as she takes another bite of her dinner. After she chews for a moment, and watches the adults, she continues her analysis. “I won’t mind if you date my mom. She seems to really like you, and you are a really nice guy.”

  “And he’s rich,” I prompt.

  Elise turns toward me, and although she’s a sweet, innocent child, I see the realization dawn in her eyes. If her mom ends up dating Asher Glass, they will never, ever have to worry about having enough money for anything. But she stuns me by saying, “Yes, but he has pretty eyes, and he’s cute, and that’s more important than money.”

  Charlie chokes on her wine, and begins to sputter. Asher quickly catches my eyes, and nods proudly, before standing up to help Charlie.

  Maybe some of Charlie’s personality did rub off on her daughter. She is going to be just as fun to hang out with.

  “What do you think of me, then?” I ask her.

  “Well you’re cute, but you’re not quite as cute as Mr. Asher. It’s his eyes,” she replies, almost too much like an adult. And then she smiles her toothless grin, and I’m taken in all over again.

  “I can’t argue with that,” I admit. I don’t want to look at Asher, because I know he’ll be puffed out like a male peacock.

  “I think that’s enough for this line of questioning. You shouldn’t even think about boys for seven more years, young ‘un,” Charlie lightly scolds.

  “Sorry Mommy,” Elise murmurs, and returns to her dinner. But after a moment, she glances at me under her incredibly long eyelashes, and her green eyes are shining.

  I wink at her, and she sits up a little straighter. I can’t stop smiling. Maybe Asher is right. Maybe having kids around won’t be so bad after all.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  “I have bad news!” Charlie exclaims, as she saunters into the room.

  Peyton perks up immediately. “Is Elise okay?”

  I try to subdue my reaction to that. I don’t want something to have happened to either Charlie or her daughter, but I like that Peyton is concerned. It gives me hope. But I still have to ask. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes we’re both okay, but Aunt Flo came to visit,” she answers sadly.

  “Awwww… Come here, girl,” Peyton murmurs, and opens his arms for her. She drags her feet as she approaches the bed. She looks sheepish. Is Charlotte Hall pouting? That’s not like Charlie at all. She climbs into Peyton’s side of the bed, and he hugs her and rocks her, although he doesn’t look all that sorrowful. He actually winks at me.

  Peyton is, once again, magnificently nude, proudly displaying his perfect body and his larger than average penis. Tonight I’m only wearing my underwear. I’m getting a little more comfortable with this nudity thing. Charlie is way overdressed, and oddly it’s causing me stress. “Who is Aunt Flo? And why are you wearing sweats?”

  Peyton actually laughs. Charlie groans, slumps her shoulders, and snuggles into Peyton’s huge, naked body. What is it about her aunt that has made her shy away from me? Why is she getting comfort from Peyton? She’s mine!

  “It’s okay, girl. Your mouth still works.” Why is Peyton being an ass, even while he’s holding her? What’s wrong with him? And what’s wrong with Charlie’s aunt!

  “What’s wrong?” Peyton chuckles at my question, again, and Charlie almost cowers into Peyton. She’s avoiding looking at me, but she’s using Peyton as a shield. I’m supposed to be her protector! She doesn’t need someone to protect her from me! I sit up, until my knees are touching Peyton’s thighs. “Charlie, I demand that you tell me what’s wrong right now!”

  Charlie looks over Peyton’s shoulders at me, and her bright blue eyes look so sad. “It’s my period. I’m useless tonight.”

  “I told you, baby girl, you’re not useless. You can be the fluffer,” Peyton teases, but he rolls away from her. He sits up on his knees, facing her, and places his hands on her hips. I have a lovely view of his backside, but I also feel like he’s blocking me from her.

  She crosses her arms in front of her chest, almost protectively, and practically curls up into herself. Her blue eyes aren’t hidden though. They are scanning over
Peyton’s physique, almost lustfully. “I don’t want to be the fluffer,” she scowls.

  Now, I’m starting to get pissed. It’s like they’re intentionally leaving me out of the conversation, like my siblings used to do. They would talk around me, and completely ignore me, as if I wasn’t even in the room. I will not be ignored! “What the fuck is a fluffer!” I growl.

  Charlie gasps loudly, and Peyton turns toward me with huge hazel eyes.

  I will not apologize, damn it!

  He reaches his hand out to me, and when I refuse to take it he frowns. Then he moves his fingers, as if motioning for me to move. “Come over here, stud, and our girl will show you exactly what a fluffer is.”

  When she hears what he says, she pops a playful punch on one of his huge thighs. I still hesitate. Charlie doesn’t seem happy about it. “Tell me!” I command.

  Peyton shifts his weight, and the frown deepens into a grimace. He opens his mouth, but before he can speak, Charlie shushes him. She seductively, easily, slides up onto all fours and moves around him. She’s staring at me, right into my eyes, the entire time. I forget the feelings taking hold inside me, of being an outsider everywhere I go, and allow myself to be mesmerized by the beautiful woman, who is inching ever so enticingly closer to me. When she’s close enough to touch me, she unfurls her feminine body, and removes her sweatshirt, to reveal that she’s not wearing anything under it.

  I inhale loudly. Any lingering confusion is gone, and my mind is once again filled with Charlie, her tempting curves. She moves her hands down her face, over her neck, toward her voluptuous tits. Oh, damn, she’s going to touch herself, while I’m watching. I exhale, and exclaim, “Those are mine.” My hands go out to claim them.