18
Kat (Saturday)
As he settled over me, slipping gently inside, I could feel the tenderness and passion that I needed radiate from Ollie. He looked at me amazed as he slid slowly in and out, like I was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on, and his gaze sent a peaceful feeling creeping through my system. With Pierce and I being on the rocks so badly, it was exactly what the doctor had ordered.He leaned in and kissed me softly, the two of us moaning quietly as he made his way back to my neck, increasing a little in speed. I bit my lip, the feeling of his fervor and desire sending chills through me. I wrapped my legs around him as he penetrated me from above, curling them around him, wanting to get as close as I could, touching every bit of skin I could. As he plunged deeper and deeper, I found it harder and harder to be quiet, my pleasured moans reverberating against the bedroom walls. All of a sudden, he sat us both up, my legs still twisted around him. He bucked into me, his eyes full of love and lust for me, the tips of our noses almost touching. His lips so close, I couldn’t help but keep kissing him deeply, each kiss causing goosebumps to pill up all over me. I pushed back into him, using my hips to lovingly slide him in and out of me, and he moaned loudly. I pressed another kiss to his lips, and he unhooked my legs, laying back so I could ride him. As I swayed back and forth, he reached down and softly played with my clit, his shaft and hands moistened by the wetness that trailed from me. I had never had sex like this. So loving and tantric, slow but leaving me fulfilled. It was incredible feeling like I was the only woman on the planet, and that my pleasure was the only thing that mattered. And Ollie excelled at making those desires come true.Ollie’s breaths started to quicken, his moans getting louder, matching my own. I leaned down, allowing my breasts to rest on his chest so I could slowly bob up and down on his length, making sure to reach all the way to my canals end. I wanted him to feel every inch. I increased my speed, and he locked his lips to mine, helping me use my hips still to work their magic as he wrapped his hands into my hair. “Kat.” He moaned, gripping a bit into the sheets. “Oh god, sweetie.”“You feel so good,” I whispered, kissing him again. I picked up speed, my orgasm edging closer and closer, sitting up with him still inside me and played with my nipples softly.“You are so beautiful,” He sighed, gripping into the sheets harder, letting got to touch my chest. I giggled softly and rocked to and fro, his staff all the way in and filling me up, hitting all the right places. He once again took a hand, and started touching my button, and as I rode him, I felt myself topple over the edge. My orgasm came slowly but pulsing, hard but not rushed. I shook as I kept going, the feeling of him still inside me almost too intense, but I wanted him to come too. He was so close. I could feel him throbbing inside me, his climax moments away. “Tell me when, baby.” I whispered, leaning down and kissing him. He pulled away from me and looked into my eyes, our foreheads against each other. He closed his eyes suddenly and moaned.“Now!” he cried out. I quickly hopped off him, grabbing him by his shaft and placing him in my mouth. As he came, I looked up at him, his moans so sensual and hot as I tasted him and swallowed him down. Every last bit. I laid there for a minute, kissing his thighs and making him shudder and moan, giggling as I made my way up to his chest. Now that I was laying there in his arms, I wondered if Ollie was jealous of Pierce, and if that’s why he asked the question he had in the kitchen. He hadn’t seemed to have many reservations when we had all been together on Christmas Eve, but things between the two of them had started alone. And to be honest, Christmas Eve was a special occasion, and I didn’t think any of us had ever been in that situation before. Maybe he felt neglected or used. I bit my lip and frowned. Knowingly sleeping with both of them, and both of them being aware was asking a lot of Pierce and Ollie. I suddenly for the first time realized that the words that my father had said rang true, even if he had no idea of the current situation. I was being selfish. Asking two men to continually share me, even if the project hadn’t been a factor, would still be a bit unfair. But I didn’t know how else to do this. There is only one of me, but I loved them both, and having just one and not the other would make everything feel so incomplete. We laid there for a while in silence, him petting me on the head as I sat and thought quietly to myself. I really didn’t want to ruin the moment, but I felt this niggling in the back of my mind, nagging at me ask. I felt like I needed to know what was going on in that beautiful brain of his. And finally, I broke the silence. “What are you thinking?” I whispered, listening to Ollie’s heartbeat quicken a little with the question. I pulled away to face him, and Ollie sighed, closing his eyes and shaking his head gently. “We are just in such an odd and complicated position, Kat.” I sat up, looking down at him as he spoke. “This is just something I don’t have much experience in. I have been with plenty of women, but I have always avoided romantic entanglements at work. And now…” He looked up and smiled weakly, “I am just breaking all the rules.” He chuckled. “I knew before that having a relationship in the workplace would distract me too much from my work, especially when I was young and pulling my family from the brink of ruin.” My eyes went wide, surprised at this revelation, squinting my eyes in disbelief. “But your family owns half of the South?”“Yeah, thanks to me.” He sighed, “It’s not exactly a story that my parents like me telling anyone, especially with how judgmental our social circles are.” He laughed to himself, “I was a dishwasher in college, I had to put myself through because there was no money.”“Wow that is impressive, making it through college on dishwashers pay,” I gasped, genuinely impressed with his accomplishment. This was a whole new side of Ollie I had never known. He had always seemed like a silver spooned man, and it was shocking to hear that he was much like Pierce, starting from bottom and coming soaring to the top. “Mmhmm…” He chuckled, “Can you imagine me in the back of a restaurant in an apron? My hands pruning from hours in the water?” He snorted, “It is the biggest, hidden, dirty little secret of our family, since my parents blew through our fortune after my father married my mother. It had already been dwindling, but Mama wanted the good life. She wanted all the luxury and extravagance. And my father, gave her everything her little heart desired.” He shook his head and laughed, heaving a sigh before continuing. “And then once I graduated, I started networking, climbing the ladder, eventually meeting your father at a benefit for my mother. He was a young man full of dreams and soaring to the top, and he liked my drive… And he took my hand, and took me with him, and helped me make it. I owe him a lot.”“You should never be ashamed of what happened, Ollie!” I said, laying back down and cuddling him. “You are the hero in your family’s story! And that is amazing!” I chirped.
“Yeah well, like I said, no one has an idea not even your father. Except you.” He looked over to me and smiled. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This guy was a self-made man, and no one knew it. Not even my father. But he had chose to share this intimate part of his life with me. It made me feel important and special.“But if everyone knew what a warrior you were and how hard you fought to save everything, people might stop seeing you as a bratty, stuck up, trust fund kid.” “I prefer to maintain my families honor and mythos” He chuckled. “Southern pride can be such a bitch, can’t it?” I laughed. He laughed too and hugged me tighter. It must be hard to know that you are the reason that your family is okay, and not be able to sing your own praises. To let all these people out there think that you’re just some lucky brat. I mean I could definitely relate, everyone thought that about me. And up until now, they had been right. But I was going to prove everyone wrong. I was going to be a powerful business mogul someday. I didn’t go to college just to party. I wanted to make my father proud and continue on the family business when he retired, keep his legacy alive.“I am glad someone can finally understand my pain, honestly. That felt good to get out.” He laughed. Suddenly, our jovial heartfelt back and forth was interrupted when my phone rang. I rushed out to the kitchen, and low and behold like he read my mind, there was Daddy calling. My heart
felt like it was going to explode. I felt nervous about answering, being in Ollie’s house, but I picked up anyway. It was either that or he would just keep calling, and if that didn’t work, he would send people out searching. My father saw me as the crown jewel of his life, and he was very protective. “Hey!” I beamed happily. “Hello Kit Kat!” He crowed back and laughed, “I was just wondering if you were coming home for dinner. Alphonso is making your favorite.”“Ooo! Shrimp scampi?”“You got it!” My father chuckled. As I talked, Ollie slowly made his way to the kitchen in his robe, and I turned and shushed him. He nodded and stood there, smiling at me as I talked, causing me to blush. He always looked at me like I was some beautiful Greek Goddess, a statue of old carved out of marble and gold. “Where are you?”“I-um,” I looked to Ollie, who’s eyes widened. I hated having to lie to my father, and it just hit so hard about how difficult this situation was really becoming. “I am with El. We are just lazing about watching girly movies at her place.”“Alright well, she is welcome to come to if she likes.” My heart sunk like the titanic, the iceberg of my lie crashing into my heart, scraping against it and leaving me feeling like I was bleeding. I had to get out of here and get home, there was so much thinking to do about all this. I got my dress back on, and Ollie zipped me up as I slipped on my shoes. “Thanks for being here for me today Ollie, and thanks for sharing your story. It was truly inspiring. You are an amazing man.” I got up on my toes and kissed his cheek, and he blushed. “Anytime, Miss Kat.” He smiled, “It was a pleasure having you over.” As I walked towards the door and looked back, he waved slowly, but I couldn’t help but notice the sadness in his eyes as I went out the door. And I couldn’t help but feel a sadness of my own in turn.
19
Pierce (Tuesday – New Year’s Eve)
As I stood at the bar in the bustling ballroom of the Billionaire’s Club, I couldn’t help but feel out of place. Partying was the farthest thing from my mind, but I didn’t want to miss out on the possibility of Kat showing up. I needed to talk to her about what happened, our fight weighing on my mind like a ten-ton brick. We needed to come to some sort of understanding, something here had to give, and if it meant getting hurt? It did. But something had to happen here. I couldn’t just go on like this, sharing her back and forth, wondering what the hell was going to happen next. It was unsettling. Michael was standing across the room talking and mingling, laughing at something someone said. He had a big warm smile on his face as he waved to me. I waved back, a surge of guilt washing over me. Michael had always been good to me, giving me my first shot and helping to make me who I am today. I had had hardly enough to really get any skin in the game, and Michael had given me the helping hand I needed. He had said I had great potential and taken under his wing. And how did I repay the man who helped me build my legacy? I’d fucked his daughter, multiple times. I didn’t want to hurt him, but Kat had a death grip on my heart, and I couldn’t ignore it any longer. I loved her with everything I had. I peered through the crowd, trying to find any sign of her, but coming up empty. An hour had passed before the start of the party, and I started to worry I had wasted my time coming to the party at all. I could’ve drunk scotch and wallowed in my own bullshit at home, rather than do it here amongst people I could really give a rats ass about. I needed to stand my ground, tell her it was either Ollie or myself, no more of this back and forth ménage fuckery. There was no way she could possibly imagine that we could all keep up this charade, especially with emotions being so high.
Finally, Kat emerged, dressed in a tight-fitting, champagne colored floor gown that would turn the head of any man. I dropped my jaw myself as she went over to her father and gave him a hug, and how I longed for that to be me. The waiter came over and handed her a glass of champagne, and she smiled and winked at him, still gabbing with Michael and the crew around them. I watched from the bar as she shook hands with some of Michael’s friends and their wives, her smile bright in the light of the huge chandeliers above us. “She looks absolutely stunning tonight, doesn’t she?” A voice said, rattling a drink order off quickly after, a bourbon on the rocks. I turned to face the familiar voice, coming from none other than Oliver Price. I eyed him cautiously, a nemesis quickly turning into a friend, and a friend was something I think we both needed given the situation. And who better to turn to than the other person who is going through the same thing?
“We need to deal with what’s going on between the three of us,” I sighed, taking a swig of my scotch. “I think that Kat needs to choose one of us. We are already going to have enough of a battle over this with Michael as it is, but at least whomever she chooses will have a shot at a normal life…and not this.”“I hate to admit it, but I think you’re right.” He nodded, playing with his glass.
“Whomever she chooses will have a better chance at Michael accepting them, let alone the people around us.” Ollie frowned, swirling his glass of bourbon and knocking it back. “We need a resolution. This back and forth is confusing and tiring.” Ollie ordered another bourbon, quickly slamming that back too, trying to gain some liquid courage. “I don’t know how else to make this situation better otherwise. It’s not like we can both date her at once.” Ollie scoffed, ordering a margarita this time, gingerly sipping it, eating the strawberry from the rim.
“So, we are in agreement then?” I held out my hand for him to shake, “Whomever she chooses, we have each other’s back so Michael will be more likely to accept it.” Ollies face still in a frown, he nodded, shaking my hand and sealing the deal. I looked back over to where Michael and Kat were, and Kat seemed to be excusing herself to go to the restroom. Now was our chance to confront her. Enough was enough. She had to stop running from this, using us both like ping pong paddles to bounce back and forth to on a whim. I felt more confident with Ollie by my side, as we chased her down as she passed the bathroom and reached the pool room door. I grabbed her gently by her hand, twirling her around to face us. She looked like a movie star, her dress sparkling in the light. Her hair was down for once, framing her gorgeous face. I felt the pain deep in the pits of my stomach, it was now or never, and this could spell never for me. She looked us both up and down, flashing her classic Kat smile. She was already a little tipsy, she had apparently been guzzling wine down. She winked at me and Ollie and giggled, taking her finger and booping me on the nose. “Good evening, boys.” She smiled, obviously already intoxicated. I sighed deeply, realizing that this wasn’t going to be as easy as just confronting her. Kat could be a real pill when she had been drinking, so I hunkered down and prepared myself. “Listen, Kat,” Ollie started, but was having trouble finding the words to say. He pinched the bridge of his nose, clearing his throat. Without looking, I held a hand up and he nodded. He knew I could say what needed to be said, no matter how hard it was. I was a straight shooter and able to control my emotions better. “You need to choose.” I exhaled, folding my arms. She looked to me and glared, and then looked to Ollie who tried desperately to avoid her gaze. She gritted her teeth as her eyes teared up, her cheeks turning tomato red in anger.“I am not going to choose.” She pointed a finger at me, “I don’t have to. You are not my boss!” She waggled her finger at me, quickly ducking into the pool room. Ollie groaned, stamping his foot and I motioned for him to follow. I cursed under my breath, frustrated and halfcocked myself, and didn’t really have the patience for all this tomfoolery. This was absolutely ridiculous. Ludicrous even, if it weren’t for the fact she was tearing poor Oliver and I apart. Her indecisiveness was boring a hole in both of our hearts, and we needed this to end, no matter what way it went. Her with me, her with him, or no one at all. It had all gone on long enough without any sort of solution. Just jealousy and hurt feelings. Kat was acting like a baby, and she needed to grow up and realize that life was not a playground for her. We were not her little toys to pick up and do what she pleased with; this wasn’t college. We were adults, grown men, and we deserved to be treated with a little dignity and care. As we walked into the pool, her dr
ess dropped to the floor, a puddle of gold splashing down around her ankles. I walked quickly towards her, and without hesitation, Kat dived into the pool. She began swimming back and forth, doing laps, leaving Ollie distraught and me frustrated. She had a lot of nerve to act like this after everything that’s happened.“Get the hell outta the pool Kat and be reasonable!” I hollered to her, the echo in the pool house was almost deafening. Ollie shushed me, and I flubbed my lips. He was right, we really didn’t need to call attention to ourselves, especially with Kat acting so outlandishly.“We need to talk about this whole situation. It’s getting out of hand.” I looked back to Oliver, who quickly nodded in agreement. “Just come out of the friggin’ water Kat, this isn’t some goddamn game. This is real life here!” “I’ll only talk to you if you both get in the pool with me,” She laughed, going back to swimming laps. I roared in absolute frustration. I had never dealt with such a bratty woman before in all my life, and the sad part was, her bratty side was kind of a turn on. Ollie shrugged and started taking off his clothes, figuring it was easier to appease her than fight her on it. He stripped down to his boxers, looked back at me and gave me a look, nodding his head towards the pool. I rolled my eyes, annoyed by her childish antics. I might have loved the girl, but I sure didn’t like some of her bullshit. Especially right now.I stripped down to my boxers and sat at the edge, Kat peering at me from the water.“All the way in, Pierce.”“Jesus fucking Christ,” I barked, hopping in the pool. If this is what it took to get her to talk, I guess this absurd bullshit was necessary. I huffed heatedly as I tried to make my way over to her, but Kat swam around us in circles, laughing and trying to dunk us. She splashed us like we were all kids at some exclusive pool party, acting like this was all a game, and I was tired of it. I grabbed her as she went by and pulled her upright. “Now listen here, we did what you-” And like an octopus, suddenly her body was against mine, her arms and legs wrapped firmly around my waist. And before I could even finish my sentence, her tongue was in my mouth. I tried to push her off at first, but she wouldn’t budge, her legs wrapped tight like a vice around me. I gave in, succumbing to the taste of her, allowing myself to go from pissed off to unraveled in seconds. Ollie swam over to us kissing her neck from behind, little moans escaping her lips as I shoved my hands into her underwear, finding her pink pearl playing with it. She leaned back, kissing Ollie while I played, his hands already all over her plush breasts. He massaged them, causing them to bounce and sway, the jiggle intense and erotic. She then smiled through her moans, taking one hand and wrapping it around my cock, biting her lip as she reached behind her to do the same to Ollie. We both moaned as she stroked us, the feeling of her hands slipping and sliding on my shaft felt out of this world. It was strange but watching her play with Ollie seemed to make it even better.
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