by JQ Jones
“Have you always talked this much?” he asked as he cleaned off his plate.
“Yeah, kinda. Mamá says that when I first came to live with them, I talked all the time but she couldn’t understand my English so she taught me Spanish. I was two, almost three, so it took me a few months before I was proficient but once I got it I started chattering away in Spanish. Then Papi noticed that I stopped talking while I was learning the language so he got tapes on Portuguese. It took me about four months to learn that one because Mano had to teach me to read first. After that, my folks bought me new language tapes every Christmas to keep me quiet through the winter months.”
“So you speak three languages?” Jeff asked. He handed his plate off to Linc, who cleaned his off and began to load the dishwasher.
“Well, I’m fluent in seven, English, Spanish, Portuguese, French, Italian, German, and Japanese. I can get by in most Norwegian, Gaelic, Greek, and I’m just picking up Mandarin. I’m CJ’s official translator or I was. He really doesn’t need me as much now that Iona’s on the team. She’s better at languages than I am and I’m really, really good.” She wiped down the counters, folding up the counter cloth and leaning against the sink sipping her chocolate.
“I made this this morning but it’s not as good as yours was. I think I missed an ingredient. Mamá makes cocoa the Mexican way with chili which I kinda like but kinda don’t. I really liked yours from yesterday.” She looked at the smile in Jeff’s light-honey eyes. His grin broadened, and Linc laughed out loud.
“Jeff uses more than a little bit of Irish whiskey. That’s probably why you liked it so much.”
“Yeah, I figured it was something like that. You guys going to work today? I plan on leaving in a few hours. I’ll call the pilot to make sure we can get off the ground, pick up I’s quilt, and be home before dark.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Linc said. His deep, rich voice sent a quiver down her back.
“I agree with Linc. This is just the beginning of a blizzard. I’ve already canceled my appointments for this morning, and barring a birth, which shouldn’t happen, I’ll end up on the couch watching old movies until the storm’s over.” Jeff sipped on a glass of water.
Willie looked at each man, Jeff with a smile all over his face and Linc with a guarded look of hope on his.
“What are we doing here, guys?” Willie asked.
“Offering you shelter from the storm, and anyway, you can’t leave. The road’s closed. Linc, tell her.”
“The road from here to Mount Olive was horrible for me coming home, then when I went to Iona’s this morning, it was worse. I haven’t looked at the weather yet but it was supposed to snow for the next few days. Please stay. You don’t have to do, you know,” Linc said.
“I liked ‘you know’ a lot. It makes me nervous that I do but…I have no words,” Willie said.
“That’s a blessing in and of itself,” Linc said. He and Jeff laughed at the puzzled expression on Willie’s face.
* * * *
Jeff and Willie Mae lay under a blanket on the couch in the lounge watching an old black-and-white movie on TCM. Linc sat in his big leather chair facing the window working on his laptop. From time to time he glanced over at the couple on the couch as they tussled under the cover and ate the fruit and cheese that sat on the low table within reach of everyone. Willie talked in a quiet voice over the movie, mostly about the movie, but she did digress from time to time. Shadow of a Doubt with Joseph Cotton and Teresa Wright flashed its deep, dark story into the late afternoon.
“Jeff, stop telling the story,” Willie said.
“I can’t hear it anyway with you talking all the way through it.”
“It’s just such an interesting story to be so old. Who knew they made stories about serial killers in the forties. I mean murder profiling didn’t come into the norm until the late seventies and didn’t become regular until the eighties but he has all the traits,” Willie said between sips of wine.
“How do you know about serial killers?” Jeff said.
“I wanted to be a profiler for a while or a detective until I realized you have to actually look at real dead people,” Willie said.
“Do you like your job at Okey?”
“Oh, I love it but it’s not my dream job. CJ and Clint are like extra brothers, so they spend way, way too much time trying to make sure that I behave. God knows, if you’re around CJ and Clint you behave. They’re worse than my brothers.” Willie was picking up steam. Linc cut her off.
“What do you want to do? You’re very educated, talented, and a world traveler. Why are you working as a PA when you could be running a whole division?” Linc said.
“I like being a PA besides I really, really want to settle down and have a whole bunch of kids. I know, I know, I know that that’s old-fashioned but I’ve always wanted it. Take care of my family, teach my kids stuff, things like that,” Willie said. Her voice trailed off into a whisper as if she had said too much and was too old fashioned.
“Don’t worry, I’m on the pill and STD free. I’ve not been with anyone, well besides you guys, in over two years. I have a full physical every six months. It’s part of my company benefits. I want to have babies but I want to have a relationship with the dad. No baby daddies for me, besides my parents would kill me and my brothers would track the guy down and take his balls off. That’s not a guess. That’s what they told me when I started dating in high school. I believe them. I have proof of their intent.”
“You want to be a stay-at-home mom?” Jeff said. His voice was soft. Both he and Linc looked at each other.
“Sure do. I believe a woman should do what she wants to do in life and that’s what I want to do.” She got up. “I’ll get more wine on my way back from talking to my parents. Why does my phone work here and not on the road?”
“We have a special satellite link for the phones, TV, and internet. We also have a generator and enough food to last for a year or two if we need to,” Jeff said. “Come back quickly, you’re keeping my feet warm.”
Willie laughed as she carefully left the room.
“Okay, Lover, what do you think?” Jeff said.
“She talks a whole hell of a lot, but she’s smart, kind, and giving. I think if you want her, you should have her. But I’m still strictly dickly. No comment from you about what happened between me and the Princess,” Linc said. He didn’t look up from his computer screen. He clicked away at reports until Jeff stood beside him glancing down at him with a crooked grin on his face.
“Like I didn’t smell you all over her this morning. Besides, she always tells when she does something with either of us. We already sleep together. Now we all need to sleep together.”
“I’m still not sure. Why can’t you guys have at it and leave me out of it?”
“Because that would be me having an affair, and you being okay with it, not the same thing as a relationship. That’s what we’ve been talking about for almost ten years.”
“Let’s see how the next few days go before we make a final decision. Okay?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“But we have to talk to her at dinner.”
“Dinner it is then.”
* * * *
Dinner was grilled chicken breast with saffron rice and grilled squash, a good wine, and lots of laughs from Jeff and Willie. Linc found himself laughing, too, mostly at some inappropriate story that Willie told. She bubbled and sparkled like the Champagne Jeff insisted they open. Willie could tell jokes in six languages, and almost all of them were dirty.
“Where did such a good girl learn all these awful stories?” Linc asked after a particularly offensive story told in Spanish about a man, a donkey, and a squirrel.
“My brothers tell them all the time. Sometimes they forgot that I was still around or sometimes, like when we used to camp out when I was little, they thought I was asleep. My daddy tells the worst stories. Mamá tried to get me to be very ladylike but I grew up with five bro
thers, a dad, and CJ and Clint. She didn’t have a prayer,” Willie said. She smiled brightly at Linc across the table. It was the end of the perfect day. Jeff was great and loving, and Linc was just damn hot. And she was the little puta who wanted them both.
Willie jumped a little as she felt Jeff’s hand begin to rub her thigh then sighed as she relaxed into the movement.
“Sweetie?” Jeff said.
“Yes.” Willie drew the word out to three beats.
“Ready for bed?”
“Whose?”
“Ours.”
“Weird but yeah, I want that more than I can say. Let me clean up a bit in here first. I’ll be right there after I take a shower.” She surged from the table and began cleaning up from the long drawn-out dinner. With help from Linc and Jeff the task was over in less than ten minutes.
* * * *
Willie Mae stood in front of the steamed-over mirror wondering if she could or should brush her teeth again. Three times would be overkill. She was stalling, without any doubt. But the thought of facing two hot men at the same time made her more nervous than if it were her first time. It was technically her fifteenth, but who really counted these days?
When she walked into the bedroom, it was gently lit by the candles from the other night, plus a fire in a fireplace Willie hadn’t noticed before. Soft jazz poured from invisible speakers and gave her the strength to walk into the room. Linc and Jeff sat on either side of the bed. Each had a glass of wine, and they looked up with different levels of expectation as she entered.
“This is so pinche weird,” she said as she walked over to one of the long, low chaise lounges positioned at the fireplace. She sat crossed-legged watching them, graciously accepting the wine glass from Jeff. She wore Jeff’s sweatshirt, boxers, and thick wool socks.
“It’s only weird if you compare it with what other people say they do behind closed doors,” Jeff said. He moved to the head of the bed and pulled Linc back into his arms so that they lay with Linc’s back to Jeff’s front. Both men in silk boxers and sporting obvious erections, Linc pitched his head to the side so that Jeff could nuzzle and kiss it with open-mouth kisses, small bites, and long, wet licks.
Willie’s breath hitched in her throat. Jeff sought, got, and kept her eyes on his as he continued his assault on the long-muscled expanse of neck presented for his enjoyment.
“Wanna taste?”
“Oh, yes,” she said.
It was a huge bed, custom-made and bigger by half than a king-sized bed. She crawled slowly up the bed to lie in the V of Linc’s legs. She ran her hands from his hips to his chest with a little hesitation at first but with more confidence as she got closer to his nipples. She dipped her mouth to nip the dark, pointy nipples. She laved it, actually groaning in concert with Linc as he reacted to the stimulation from his two lovers.
Willie felt Linc, or Jeff, maybe both, pull her clothes up and off and push them down to pool around her knees. She removed her arms, putting her hands back on Linc’s thighs, now radiating heat through the thin underwear. He offered no help and took the attention from them both as if it were his due. He finally lost his quiet cool when Willie followed the shorts she removed with her wet mouth, sucking in the tip of his already leaking dick.
At Linc’s hiss, Jeff pulled his lover’s head around for a deep, penetrating kiss. Willie worked at accepting as much of his thick, pulsating dick down her throat as she could. She wanted more of the taste of him, so rich, salty, and savory. Using her hands, she stroked the part she couldn’t get into her mouth, moving back and forth between his dick and his balls until she felt him contract under her grasp as he got closer and closer to coming.
“Stop, Willie, don’t let him go that easy. He should earn it. We’ve been waiting for him to come to his senses. Make him see what he’s been missing,” Jeff said before he dropped back into his attack on Linc’s mouth and neck.
“Are you wet, baby?” Jeff asked at Willie’s nod of her head. He said, “Ride him.”
Willie didn’t have to be told twice. She straddled his legs and looked deeply into Linc’s dazed brown eyes as she slid his thick, long dick into her dripping pussy. All three moaned as she hit bottom. Jeff leaned over Linc and kissed Willie in a wet exchange of tongue. Linc’s arms held her close to his now jerking thighs as he began to slam into her in a frenzy of completion. She felt him explode into her, filling her with his warmth. She laid her head against his as he continued to thrust into her until his now flaccid dick slipped from her wetness.
Jeff followed her as she fell onto her side, gathering her into his arms as he spread her open, making her ready for him to slip into the wetness left by Linc. Jeff thrust into her gently, allowing her to grasp him as he entered and exited her pulsating pussy. Willie’s eyes closed to make the experience less overwhelming. Her eyes popped open when she felt Jeff thrust deeper into her. She saw Linc looming over Jeff’s shoulder as he thrust deeply into his partner. Now controlling the rhythm of the thrust, Linc began to growl deep within his throat.
“We will continue to do this, but I’m in control. Watch his eyes, Willie, while I fuck him like he’s my toy.” Willie’s eyes latched onto Jeff’s as they blazed in total passion. “He likes for me to ride him hard. You’re gonna like it, too. You’re gonna come so hard that it’s going to soak the bed.”
Jeff and Willie panted in cadence of Linc’s words, moving as he moved, moaning and groaning into each other’s mouths, mouths locked into a passionate kiss and finally exploding at Linc’s shouted command of “come now!”
They came. Hard. Collapsing into a heap on the left side of the bed facing the fireplace, in a tangle of legs and arms, they patted and caressed as they cooled down. Minutes later, Willie popped her head up and said, “Who wants ice cream?” as she scurried off the bed and out of the room.
“She’s gonna make me an old man before my time,” Linc said.
“But what a way to go,” Jeff said.
Chapter Six:
Just Leave Your Hair in a Mess
After ice cream and wine, Jeff, Linc, and Willie Mae fell asleep as they had last night, with Willie in the middle and her guys fitted against her to keep her safe and warm. The early morning light woke her this time after she felt Linc nudge open her legs and slide his wet hardness into her open and waiting pussy. Jeff stirred awake and whipped his body to face her pussy, lapping at her where she joined Linc and presenting his dick for her loving attention.
She hoovered him down, loving the different texture and taste from Linc, slightly smaller, but thicker and with a decided curve to the right. She loved him long and quiet while Linc gently stroked inside her until they coolly, passionately came in a heap. They rearranged themselves to sleep until around 9:00 a.m. Linc got up to call the hospital to check on a few patients. Jeff called his office manager and caught up on rescheduled appointments and made sure that none of his mothers had gone into labor.
Willie Mae bopped around the kitchen, making an egg casserole. Humming to herself and just happy, the music was hot and jumping, and she jumped with it. It was snowing as hard as it had for the past two day, thick, fat flakes that added to the already foot of snow that lay on the ground. She watched the same animals that had been in the yard the day before. Squirrels, chipmunks, little rats, possums, and other nocturnal animals used the half-light of the blizzard to take advantage of the food left out for them to eat. Jeff did that, left food for the forest animal, she thought. Linc would shoot them first then maybe eat them. She laughed. Linc and Jeff couldn’t be more different, but she knew that she didn’t want to try to live without either one of them.
“Movie’s on!” Jeff yelled out from the den. She set the oven on low and carried a tray of fruit and cheese out to the den.
“What are we watching today?” she asked as she took her place on the couch. Jeff pulled her into his arms, positioning her so that she lay more on him than on the couch.
“Grandma’s Boy,” he said, “One of my all time favorites.
”
“You said that about The Great Dictator. And Citizen Kane and King Kong. I agreed up until Birth of a Nation. It was too broad and racist for me to get into the camera shots and the lighting,” Willie said. She bounced over to her side of the couch. Linc sat in his chair watching them as usual. Jeff selected the movie.
“Come sit with us, Linc. There’s only so much you can do today. It’s supposed to be at least eight more inches of snow before night. Nothing’s flying. No surgery can go on in any of the cities you fly to, so you’re off for the rest of the week,” Jeff said. He patted the space between the couple snuggling on the couch.
After a heavy sigh, Linc came and sat on the other side of Willie. Even after all the sex they’d shared, and it had been a lot, she was still a little shy around him. He smiled as he sat down, stroking her thighs and calves as they watched an old silent movie with Harold Lloyd. Willie laughed out loud, and her laughter made both men laugh in return.
“This is better than a real movie.”
“It is a real movie. This is the birth of the movies. Watch him. He does stuff that Jerry Lewis or Robin Williams does.”
“Nobody really does physical comedy like that anymore. It’s all episodic in nature with major bits of community satire,” Willie said. She munched on a bit of cheese.
Linc and Jeff exchanged puzzled looks over her head. “You’re smart, aren’t you?” Linc said.
“Very. I talk a lot because I have childhood abandonment issues that cause me to use excessive speech to hold people to me as close as I can. I read a lot as a child,” Willie said as she sat back on the couch. She smiled at both of them. “People usually assume when a person talks as much as I do then we must be slightly stupid, not quite bright, or have a smaller intellect, when it’s actually the exact opposite. Studies have shown that when you talk in excess it comes with a higher-than-average IQ and a person who is slightly better looking,” Willie Mae said.
