by Abby Angel
After we returned state side, we all sold off our apartments and bought a bigger one at One57, the building where Sloane lived. Our apartment is so big that I sometimes lose myself in here—all right, all right, I’m exaggerating. But at three thousand square feet, I have to brag about it, don’t I? I mean, nine rooms? I feel like a princess.
“Let’s drink!” Sloane cries out, grabbing three glasses from the cupboard and lining them up on the counter. He fills them up, grabs one and then pushes another toward me. I just look down at the glass, hesitant, and then push it back to Sloane.
“I can’t,” I tell him, a smile creeping up on my lips. I guess now’s the time to let them know. Now, don’t look at me like that; I just found out this afternoon, and I’ve been thinking about how I should tell them. In the end, though, I guess I don’t need to be fancy about it, despite all of our money, we’re simple people, and that simplicity makes us happy.
“What? We’re celebrating! You have to drink,” Drake protests, downing his glass with one single gulp. And then his eyes widen. He takes one step back, looking at me as if I suddenly caught fire. “Holy shit.”
“What? What is it?” Sloane asks, looking from me to Drake with a confused expression on his face. Smiling, I place my hand on top of my belly.
“We’re having a baby,” I whisper, and Sloane grows so pale I think he might pass out.
“A baby? Like, you mean… You’re pregnant?” he mutters, his eyes widening as much as Sloane’s. “Gimme that,” he says, reaching for my abandoned glass and emptying it on the sink. Despite his bad boy persona, Sloane sure as hell can be the kindest man. “No more drinking for you.”
“And more for us,” Drake says excitedly, pouring himself another glass and laughing. “A baby! Jesus, can you imagine it? We’re going to be parents!”
“Parents,” Sloane whispers, more to himself than to us, allowing everything to sink in. I figure he never saw himself as a father, but the silly smile he has on his face right now tells me that he’s as happy as I am.
I smile inwardly, happiness flooding through me as I take in their reaction. I was a bit worried, you see? But that was me being silly. I was worried that they’d asked the dreaded ‘who’s the father?’, but I should’ve known better: they couldn’t care less about who’s the father. And, as far as they are concerned, they're absolutely right about that; they’re both the fathers of this child, and I know they’re both going to love him the same.
“Oh,” I cry out as Sloane sweeps me off my feet and picks me up from the floor. Carrying me in his arms, he walks out of the kitchen and then looks back at Drake over his shoulder.
“You comin’?” he asks him, “We need to celebrate.”
“I’m coming,” Drake replies with a grin, following us to the master bedroom. Sloane lays me down on the mattress gently—perhaps a bit too gently—and they both lay down by my side. I kiss Sloane and then Drake, and then I let a bright laugh slip out from between my lips.
My God, I’m so happy right now. And to think that just over a year ago my life was a complete mess: fighting my mother, trying to secure my company… And now, just look at me! I have more money than I can count and a multi-million dollar apartment!
But that’s almost insignificant, you know? Because I don’t care about money, wealth, or luxury. I’m not my mother, after all. There are only two things I care about in this world: Drake and Sloane. Well, three things now, since we’re having a baby.
Our family just keeps growing.
And so does our happiness.
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BRAND NEW short story called Kristin’s Harem!
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Kristin’s Harem
Jared
If you love someone, let them go.
Yeah, that line feels just as bullshit to you as it does to me right now, doesn’t it?
I’m looking at Kristin Winters and wondering how the fuck I’m ever going to let her go. She’s the love of my life. And the problem? Well, she’s not just the love of my life, and I’m not the only love of hers.
The thing is — I’m choosing to see this as an opportunity. I know now that it means something that Kristin is confused enough to fly off to Paris, to escape the fact that not only do Derek and I both love her, but she loves us.
“I’m going to Paris. You’re going to find someone that is severely less complicated.” Kristin pours herself another glass of wine — this is only number two for her.
None of us are quite drunk enough for what is going to happen tonight, but that means something, too.
“Derek, you’re not going to have the stock that bitter stuff anymore.” I point to the Marlborough Sauvignon Blanc that Kristin is clutching like is a lifeline.
“Jared, I’ll always have a bottle around…just like I know you will, too.” He gives me that smile of his that, despite meeting his eyes, still feels so tinged with sadness.
Derek is more than a stepbrother to me. I consider him my best friend. That’s why, despite the fact that we both love Kristin, our friendship hasn’t changed.
Kristin knows that, but it doesn’t exactly make it less confusing for her. I know that when Kristin and I broke up, we could all agree that was best. I’m supposed to be getting over her as if that could make our lives any easier.
I pat Derek on the shoulder. “You’re right.”
Kristin sits down the glass a little too hard on the granite countertop, jumping a little at the impact. “Making fun of my wine choices was not my idea of a decent send-off!” She’s smiling now. Her voice even rises with humor as she pretends to be offended. But it is obvious that she doesn’t want to leave us, either. Kristin wants to see Paris — she’s an Art History major and owns a cafe/gallery here in town, so yeah she wants to go to Paris — but she doesn’t want to miss us. I know it as much as I know the same is true for Derek and me. I grew up loving Kristin, and Derek couldn’t help but love her from the moment he saw her.
“What did you have in mind?” Derek’s sits down his glass of Chateau Lafite. A $5,000 glass of wine doesn’t stand a chance against Kristin’s charms, and he picked up what is behind that statement.
It is the tension in the air that excites us all, even if it is what brought the end of my relationship with Kristin. For now.
So, no, I will not be letting Kristin go. I know that I can never tame her, that she can’t belong to just one man. And I don’t want her to be a tamed woman tied down to one man. We love her for who she is, wild and free, and that should never change.
Kristin saunters over to the couch and puts her legs up, showing off her long, slender legs. Her silky skin begs to be touched, and while she curls her toes, she runs her fingers up her legs for a second. When she realizes what she’s doing, I see the look on her face as she considers it.
Then she spreads her legs.
I hold in a breath, the sight of her La Perla lace panties enough to get me drunker than any wine we’re drinking tonight.
“I thought a real goodbye send-off would be. I don’t know, less sitting around and being sad.” Kris
tin looks like she doesn’t want to say these words. “I mean, I’ve always wanted to go to Paris. I don’t want to feel like sad about that.” She’s starting to feel less tense, and she presses her though to the side to rub her pussy right there in front of us.
She and Derek have been attracted to each other for a while, but I know he’s never seen her pussy. Certainly not seen her start to stroke it right in front of us both.
Derek takes his wine to one of the wingback chairs flanking the sofa, but I stay here in the kitchen and watch. Consider.
“I think you’re right, Kristin.” I can feel the wide grin spreading over my face. “You deserve a better send-off than this downer evening.”
“Mmm,” Kristin starts to reply but fumbles the words when her fingers stroke at her clit. She wiggles a little, and I see how glistening wet she is from here.
Derek takes a slow sip of his wine. He doesn’t move, save to clench his fist. He has this notion that because Kristin was my best friend and girlfriend for so long that he needs to hide his attraction to her, bury it deep down inside.
I can understand why someone might think that. Someone who doesn’t know Kristin. Derek knows her, but I’m not certain he’s accepted what I’ve come to realize, what I’m telling you today. Kristin is not to be tamed or claimed. She doesn’t belong to one man. A woman like her would never be satisfied that way.
Of course, I can sit here thinking about this…
Or I can take action.
I’m a man of action. I walk towards her on the sofa and pull her fingers from her pussy, sucking the wetness off her fingers. I’m rock fucking hard at the taste of her, like lemons and lavender. Her pussy is delicious. I pick her up and bring her over to Derek’s lap. She is facing me, looking at me with confusion. Her tentativeness evaporates when I gently grasp her hair and angle her face to kiss Derek.
Derek’s neck veins might have burst if I did anything but that. His arms wrap around her, holding her tight and kissing her so passionately, I kinda want to watch this. I don’t know if I can ever look at porn again now that I’ve seen them kiss. It is really fucking sexy, but I have the taste of Kristin’s pussy just barely on my fingers. Dropping down on my knees before the chair, I hook my thumbs into Kristin’s little lace La Perla thong and slide it down. She wiggles out for me, one of her hands getting purchase by gripping Derek’s cock. He’s rock hard, and I know how badly he’s wanted her forever.
How could he not? I tease my tongue over her pussy lips, inhaling that perfect scent of hers, before I start to lick around her clit. She’s writhing in no time. She has a love/hate relationship with being teased. But I want her horny as hell, because I don’t think Derek or Kristin understand what I’m trying to do.
We have to stop seeing this as an either/or situation. And I know that despite being pretty wild and artsy, Kristin’s only ever dated me, only ever been with me. I’ve certainly never fucked her with another man. Not with my best friend, despite the fact that I know ultra-obsessive Derek wants her. Of course he does. Kristin is fucking perfect. She’s moaning into his mouth, and I can’t stand the idea of her being anything but blissed out right now.
Paris has always been part of her dream. I have to make it happen for her. I want to make all of her dreams come true.
Well, first, I want to make her cum.
Kristin gasps, breaking the kiss with Derek but still breathing pretty heavy. I want her to dive into that lusty feeling and never let go, but if it were that easy, you wouldn’t be in the first chapter of this book, would you?
I look at Kristin’s tentative smile, though her eyes are hooded with lust. I love her — why would I ever want her to hold back who she is? It all makes sense now…to me. But I’ll reassure her. “Let’s give you a proper send off. Wouldn’t you like that, Kristin?” I look up at her with my face pressed up against her pussy.
Derek exhales, stroking a finger down Kristin’s slender neck. I think we could take the sadness out of this evening, and fill it up with something much better instead.”
Kristin bites her lip. Her shallow breathing makes her perfect breasts rise and fall beneath the the thin fabric of her shirt. “Oh, guys, stop messing around with me!” Her tone is playful but, under it, runs something that is telling of how she wishes that were aren’t playing at all. My delivery of her onto Derek’s lap granted her what she desires, even if she can’t admit it yet.
I press my face deeper into Kristin’s beautiful, soaking wet pussy. “Oh, but I’m not kidding, Kristin. And you want me to be serious about this.”
As I start licking directly on her clit, Derek’s hands recapture her, cradling her face and kissing her deeper.
Kristin strokes Derek’s cock over his slacks faster, and she returns the kiss, accepting in the guise of a farewell that this naughty moment is worth it.
I shake my face on Kristin’s pussy, not holding anything back because I don’t want her to, either. I suck her pussy, sliding my tongue all over her clit and around it so that she squirms.
Derek smiles through their kiss as she grips his cock harder, squeezing and pumping faster as she writhes in his embrace.
Derek’s fingers slide under her skirt and hike up her leg until he’s his fingers are at her clit. He circles there and I move my tongue down to lick her slippery folds.
Kristin isn’t holding back anything now. She opens her legs wide, allowing Derek’s fingers and my tongue to take over her pussy. Derek pulls her closer, his lips roughly kissing down her neck and biting at her skin like he’s trying to devour her.
I push Kristin’s legs even further apart. ”Spread wide for me, baby, I’ve got you.” I scoot Kristin down to hover over the floor.
Derek turns her chin and frees his cock.
Kristin licks her lips and parts them for Derek’s cock.
I yank my cock out of my trousers and bury myself inside Kristin. Fucking her is like coming home. Her magnificent fucking pussy feels like it is made for me and swallows up every inch of my cock while she trembles, moaning against Derek’s cock in her mouth.
Derek’s kisses trail back up to her lips, and she moans into his mouth. The muffled sound makes my cock twitch, and I’m aching to fuck her so hard she’s grateful be sitting for an eight-hour flight from New York to Paris.
Supporting the small of her back with one hand, I bring my mouth up to her shirt and release one of her perfect breasts. Closing my lips around her nipple, I twist my tongue around the hardened peak and then suck. She arches her back, fucking herself more on my cock and pushing her breast deep into my mouth.
Derek’s cock is so deep in her throat I can see the outline of it. She’s an excellent cock sucker, and to think the only other cock that’s every been in her mouth is mine. Kristin looks fucking hot with Derek’s cock in her mouth. She looks so hot because she is as into this as we are. She’s so sexy when she’s happy and confident.
Fuck, I love her so goddamn much. I am going to miss her so goddamn much when she’s in Paris. But that makes this send off even more important.
I want her to remember me. Remember us. Because she isn’t going to be in Paris forever. I promised myself at the start of this story that I wouldn’t truly let her go…but there is something to that old adage.
I prefer to think of it as if you love someone, make them cum, let them go, and make them cum back.
Yeah.
Doesn’t that sound better?
“Fuck, Jared, how did you ever leave the house if she sucked your cock like this?” Derek is panting.
Because Kristin’s hands are stroking up and down our chests, she’s sucking Derek’s cock with all the suction one girl can manage. Her cheeks are hollowed in and she’s bobbing on the cock. Derek makes a fair point.
“Her pussy is just as perfect,” I say, a groan rising low in my throat from the sheer lust building up within me. I’m ready to fucking explode. But a gentleman never cums before his woman.
“Kristin, cum all over Jared’s cock and suck
it off…after you swallow me.” Derek has the same idea I do…with some added entertainment.
Kristin whimpers, a nod breaking up her bob. I slam faster into her and pump hard, long strokes that I know hit every sensitive spot in her pussy. I wish we had more than tonight. I could fuck her all night and not be truly satisfied. But when she starts screaming against Derek’s cock in her mouth and squeezing my cock with her inner walls, which sets me off into pure bliss. She cums hard, and that makes me cum hard, and Derek holds her head down on his cock. I watch her throat, enchanted by the sight of her swallowing that loud. Her skin is flushed and shines from the sweat of how hard she’s cumming, too.
Fuck, Kristin is my whole world.
I pull my cock out, letting the last remnants of my cum jet onto the inside of her thighs. I remember how she used to reach down and stroke a finger over it, lick it up and look at me with those perfect eyes.
I can’t get sentimental right now. I have to hold it together to really sell this evening.
Which isn’t too hard when Derek pulls his cock out of Kristin’s mouth, and she launches onto mine, sucking every creamy drop her cum off the length. Those eyes I adore look up at me with all the emotions I’m trying to avoid completely absent. She has that sex-induced bliss all over her face, and it makes me feel freer, lighter. I stroke her hair, and I don’t even realize what I’m saying until she pulls my cock out of her mouth with a wet popping sound and says the same thing in my ear.
“I love you.”
Kristin fixes her clothes and looks back at us both, nervously. She’s texting her driver and getting out of here. How can I blame her for wanting to leave? We knew she had an early flight.
And maybe she knows how hard it will be to leave if she stays even a moment longer.
Derek and I, like men, can be…well let's just we don’t talk about that night at all and nothing changes between us. Women would have probably talked about it for ages but we didn't need to. Which is just as well. Because Derek and Kristin aren’t willing to accept what I propose, but they’re willing to act — at least this time — on the filthier, sweatier parts of it.
