by Lane Hart
“God, that feels so good, Clarke,” I commend him as my eyelids lower, and the muscles in my thighs tighten, getting close to a release. The pressure in my lower belly builds and builds until I’m about to explode, which is when Clarke withdraws his fingers, making me whimper with disappointment.
“Stay where you are, and I’ll take care of you, just like you take care of us,” he promises before his body that’s between my legs starts to sink down into the floorboard. He doesn’t stop until his head is on the seat right below my pussy, in a perfect position to…
“Oh, God!” I scream, falling forward and catching myself on the seat’s headrest when his tongue swipes along my opening. He flicks the tip inside of me a few times before heading right for my swollen bundle of nerves. Clarke’s tongue lashes at it viciously, making me moan incoherently. When his tongue starts to go in circles, my hips do the same while pressing downward, needing just a little bit more pressure to send me soaring. Clarke sucking on my clit does just that. My toes curl and my back arches as I ride out the waves of pleasure on his talented tongue.
“Fuck!” Clarke curses, blowing his hot breath against my flesh. Looking over my shoulder, I see his knees are bent in the floorboard, and his hand is frantically jerking up and down the shaft of his cock that he pulled out of his sweatpants. His release paints the floor mats white while his face remains buried between my legs.
“Damn, Tess,” Clark says when he looks up at me with his eyelids drooping over his green eyes and blond eyelashes. “I’m sorry we missed yoga.”
And I can’t help myself. A giggle bursts out of me. And then the laughter won’t stop, making Clarke chuckle too, as I put my feet down on the floor so that he can retake his seat. When I start to move back over to my seat to get dressed, Clarke grabs my hips and pulls me down so that I’m straddling his lap again and my hands are resting on his shoulders.
“You’re all that I’ve thought about the last seven days,” he tells me, our faces just inches apart, so close I can see the flecks of gold in his stunningly beautiful eyes.
“Really?” I ask, since that doesn’t sound like something fuck buddies would say. Unless… “You thought about us doing this, what we just did?”
“Yes, but not just the sex,” he assures me. “I was wondering what you were doing, and I wanted to call you. To see you.”
“Then why didn’t you?” I ask.
Wetting his lips with the same tongue that just made me see stars, he says, “Because I wasn’t sure if you wanted to see me too.”
“Of course I want to see you,” I tell him. “Actually…Ben and I were talking about you the other morning.”
“You were?” Clarke asks, both of his blond eyebrows lifting in surprise.
“Yes,” I answer as I bite my lip. “Have you ever had a, um, threesome?”
“God no,” he answers without hesitation.
“Oh, okay,” I say, glancing away and wishing I hadn’t brought it up.
“Why?” he asks, gripping my chin to make me look at him again. “Why would you and Ben be talking about whether or not I’ve had threesomes?”
“No reason,” I say.
“There had to have been one. That’s not something that comes up in everyday conversations,” Clarke points out.
“No, it doesn’t,” I agree.
“So then what were you talking about?” he asks, refusing to let the topic go. When I remain silent, he squeezes my chin gently between his finger and thumb, and says, “Tell me, Tess.”
“It’s nothing,” I say. “We were just, well, we were in bed…”
“In bed?” Clarke exclaims as his green eyes widen and his hand lowers from my chin. “Together? You and Ben?”
“Yes,” I answer with a wince, afraid he’ll be upset because I was with Ben after the two of us were together.
“You and Ben are…you’re…”
“I guess you could say that we’re also fuck buddies,” I explain softly, my cheeks burning up with embarrassment, speaking aloud and admitting how slutty I’ve been.
“That’s…jeez,” Clarke says, with a shake of his head. “Are you fucking Ford too?”
“No,” I reply honestly. “But he did watch Ben and me together one morning.”
“Watched, but didn’t…”
“Participate,” I supply. “No, he didn’t. Ben offered, and I said I didn’t think I would want him to share me with Ford, but…”
“You wouldn’t mind him sharing you with…me?” Clarke says, figuring out exactly how his name came up in the conversation.
“Right,” I answer.
“Wow,” he mutters. Then again, “Wow. I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything. I’m sorry I brought it up and that I didn’t tell you about sleeping with Ben. But it just sort of happened one morning. He was going to leave and go find a drink if I didn’t distract him. Not that I only did it for that reason, because that’s not true. I wanted him too. I should’ve told you.”
“Does he know about you and me?” Clarke asks.
Shaking my head, I say, “I don’t think so. Just Ford.”
“So tell me how that would work…me and him with you.”
“Well, I’ve never done it before,” I start. “So I don’t know for sure. But I’m guessing you would both be…inside of me at the same time.”
Clarke’s head falls back on the headrest as he stares up at me, lips parted in shock or disbelief. I don’t think the idea repulses him, though. Or that he’s angry at me for not telling him about Ben.
“I’d rather have you alone,” he eventually says.
“Then forget I mentioned it,” I tell him.
“And I don’t like the idea of you being with anyone other than me.”
“But I thought you said…”
“I want more than to just fuck you once in a while on a massage table or go down on you in the car,” he explains. “I want to see you every day and every night.”
“You do?” I say with a gasp of surprise.
“Yeah,” he says with a smile, while his fingers lift to brush a strand of hair behind my ear. “We’re good together, right?”
“Yes, but what about touring?” I ask. “When I go back to the office, and you’re on the road. This could never work out, Clarke. You’ll leave, and…” And I’ll end up with a broken heart, I withhold.
“I don’t know what will happen down the road, but we could give it a try now, over the next few months while we’re both here. If we go back on tour, then we could figure it out then.”
Oh, my God. I can’t believe he’s suggesting such a thing. Rock stars don’t commit; just look at my father, and his string of one-night stands a mile long. I’ll only get crushed when I grow attached, and the guys are back on the road.
So even though I want more, I tell him, “All I can do is sex for now.” Then, to be completely honest with him, I say, “And just to put it all out there in the open with you, I’ve been seeing Davis too.”
“Seeing him? You mean you’re fucking Davis?” he asks. “Davis Hunt, the guy who plays guitar like a motherfucker and terrifies all women within a thirty-mile radius of wherever he stomps?”
“He’s not that bad,” I reply.
“And he doesn’t hurt you?” he asks with his eyes narrowed.
“No, of course not,” I answer with a roll of my eyes. “He’s a gentle giant.”
“I always imagined he would be the type to tie a woman to his bed and take what he wanted…”
“He’s your friend!” I exclaim. “Be nice!”
“I was being nice. I meant that he did that with willing women, not that he kidnapped them or anything,” Clarke answers with a grin.
“You’re horrible,” I tell him.
“And you’re impossible,” he says. “So, you said just sex is all you want? From me? From Ben? From Davis?”
“Yes,” I reply.
“Can I at least try to keep convincing you to let me have more?”
he asks.
“Just don’t get your hopes up. This is what’s best for all of us, since you guys are destined for more musical greatness. And I’m destined to return to my office in San Diego.”
“Okay, I get it,” Clarke agrees. “And I think I would like to try sharing you, if that’s what you want.”
My empty womb clenches at the thought.
“Yes, I’d like to try that too,” I tell him, which has my stomach knotted up like a pretzel, but also incredibly excited.
Chapter Twenty
Ben
I’m sitting on the porch steps at Ford’s house when Tess’s rental car drives up, perking me up. Then I see Clarke climb out of the passenger seat and a sting of jealousy shoots through my chest.
Wait a second. Did Tess ask him about us having a threesome? If that’s the case, then the jealousy can go fuck itself because I’ll be there too.
“What’s up?” I ask as they approach. Clarke has a satisfied smirk on his face, making him look more calm and relaxed than I’ve seen him in fucking years.
Son of a bitch! He got laid. It’s obvious in the flush of Tess’s cheeks and Clarke’s messed up hair. “Don’t answer. I bet I can guess,” I say, when they’re both standing two feet in front of me.
“Get your head out of the gutter,” Clarke says with a grin. “That’s not why I’m here. Well, it’s not the only reason I’m here.” He glances over at Tess and then back to me. “I’m gonna look at what Ford’s been working on and then maybe we could see what happens?”
Oh, I know what happens all right…
“Definitely,” I tell him, before turning my gaze to Tess. “I could really use a distraction.”
“Tough day?” she asks.
“Fuck yes,” I groan, opening and closing my fists that have been clenched tight for the majority of the day, while I tried to keep myself from running to the closest ABC store and pouring the first bottle I come to down my throat.
“We could go for a run,” Tess suggests, as if reading my mind. “Just around the block a few times,” she amends.
“Fine,” I grumble, hating exercise but at the same time knowing that my poor abused body needs it.
“I just need to use the ladies room, and then I’ll be ready,” she says as she walks past me into the house. I get to my feet to go inside and change into athletic shorts when Clarke says my name to stop me.
“So, are we really going to do this?” he asks.
“Hell yes,” I answer, since I know exactly what he’s referring to. “Don’t you want to?”
“Yeah, but will it be awkward?”
“Nope,” I reply.
“You’ve had a threesome with Ford before, right?” he asks.
“Yep, and while the sex is hot, the best part for me is seeing the girl taking it from someone else at the same time and begging for more.”
“Think it’ll be that good for Tess?” he asks softly.
“Definitely,” I agree. “Later tonight, I’ll get Tess upstairs to her room, and you can follow us up a few minutes later. That work for you?”
Clarke nods vigorously, reminding me that he hasn’t been with as many women as I have. He, on the other hand, is afraid of women or how to act around them. Guess that’s not the case with Tess.
“You two have been banging?” I ask him.
“Not today. We fooled around and did other things in the car,” Clarke explains. “But yeah, we fucked the other day when we were getting massages.”
“Nice,” I reply, only jealous because I wasn’t there to watch or participate.
“You know she’s fucking Davis too, right?” he asks, causing my jaw to nearly hit the porch steps.
“No fucking way!” I exclaim.
“Shh,” he mutters. “She is, she told me herself.”
“I don’t know what to say to that,” I huff with a shake of my head, unable to picture it, which means I can’t even picture myself there. No way would Davis ever share. I’ve had my hand nearly bitten off if I tried to take a French fry off his plate. Asking to share with him the one woman he’s fucking…hell no.
“But she won’t touch Ford?” Clarke asks.
“Nope. Not even with her pinky, and I fucking love it,” I say with a chuckle. “He’s all out of sorts too, but it’s been good for him since he’s writing the hell out of songs.”
“Who would’ve thought that after all this time, Ford just needed celibacy to make him productive again?” Clarke jokes.
“Yeah, really.” I shake my head. “Well, have fun with him while I’m out for my run,” I say before we walk inside and head up the stairs to change. The faster we get this run over with the faster, we can get to the three-way.
…
“You’re trying…you’re trying to…you’re trying to kill me,” I wheeze to Tess as my feet come to a stop on the sidewalk so that I can bend over at the waist and gasp for oxygen.
“We’ve only been running for five minutes, Ben,” she reminds me, making me feel ten times worse.
“Yeah, well…we have to…start slower,” I say, as I straighten and keep my hands braced on my hips.
“Fine,” Tess agrees with a sigh. She gives me another minute before we start walking down the sidewalk again. “This better?”
“Yes,” I say. “Let me recover, then we can alternate jogging and walking.”
“Deal,” she agrees.
“So, are you excited about tonight?” I ask.
“A little nervous,” Tess admits.
“Why? It’ll be nothing but good for you,” I promise her. “And if you’re not enjoying yourself, tell us and we’ll stop.”
“I know, it’s just sort of intimidating to think about being naked with two men.”
“Intimidating? How’s that?” I ask. “Your body is fucking amazing. Must be all the running you do.”
Tess laughs and says, “Thanks. Back home, I did try to get up and run a few miles before work every morning. Then I was lazy on the weekends.”
“What’s it like back home?” I ask, since I don’t know much about her. Our time together is usually just physical or sleeping. But I want to know more about her. Hell, I wouldn’t mind knowing everything there is to know about her.
“It’s lonely, I guess,” she says, her brows drawn together as her eyes remain focused on the ground in front of us. “I didn’t realize how lonely until I lived in a house with two other people. Since I left college, I’ve been living on my own.”
“Oh yeah? Where did you go to college?”
“Santa Clara University,” Tess replies with a grin. “Not that I wanted to go to college. I would have liked to stay on the road with my dad.”
“Your dad?” I ask in confusion. “What did he do?”
Glancing over at me, she says, “He was a singer, the front man in a hair metal band that was pretty successful in the eighties and early nineties. Not so much over the last twenty years, but that never stopped my dad from continuing to pursue his dream.”
“So you know all about the rock star life, huh?”
“I do. I loved it, actually. In the summers, I would travel with him and his band in their big conversion van from city to city. They didn’t perform in arenas, just bars he had to sneak me into, probably like you guys did starting out. Still, though, he loved being on the stage, even if I was the only one listening and they were playing cover songs.”
As Tess opens up about herself, I can’t help but think that something happened to her dad, the way she talks about him in the past tense.
“You said loved. Does that mean your dad gave up on the life?” I ask softly.
“No, he never gave up. But he passed away six years ago, an accidental overdose,” she explains. “At least, I like to think it was accidental.”
My feet come to a stop on the sidewalk as that news settles in, and her steps halt too. Tess lost her father to drugs. No wonder she was so determined to help me get sober. “Damn, I’m so sorry, Tess,” I tell her.
“Yeah, it sucked. I was a senior in high school, planning to graduate and travel with him for good. He was even going to let me start singing with the band. Then we got the news, a few weeks before my graduation.”
“Had he struggled, you know, with drugs before?” I ask.
“He did. It was just such a part of him and the lifestyle that I never imagined he would go so far…”
“That’s awful, baby.”
Tess nods. “After he passed away, I decided to go to college. My mom harped on me about not wasting my life like my dad did, trying to become a singer, so I gave up on my dream and hit the books instead.”
“So you wanted to be a singer? You have a great voice,” I tell her, easily able to picture her being on stage with us. I’ll have to talk to Ford and the guys about adding a part for her into a few of the new songs.
“I did, but my mom was right. Not everyone is meant to perform on a stage. Some of us are just paper pushers that are supposed to be behind the scenes. I decided when I graduated that I wanted to work with musicians, helping them achieve their dreams. You guys don’t know how lucky you are to be successful,” she tells me.
“You’re right,” I reply. “I think we’ve sort of been taking that shit for granted the last few years. All of us have been going through the motions, but our hearts weren’t in it, not like when we played in Ford’s garage as teenagers, making music for the hell of it.”
“You can still bounce back,” Tess says, as we start to walk slowly side by side again. “Getting you sober was the first step, then giving Ford the space to think and write. Next, Clarke needs to put the music together, and you guys will be on your way.”
Her voice drifts off quietly on the last sentence, like she isn’t looking forward to the ending.
