by Alexa Anna
“It’s not that,” says Colton. “It’s just that an old friend died. From back home.”
“Oh yeah?” I say, eyeing him carefully, not quite believing him. “So what’s that got to do with us partying?”
“I’m supposed to check on his daughter,” says Colton. “She just moved to the city and it’s right after her dad died and all. Anyway, I used to work for her dad and he was pretty good to me. That’s how I paid my way through school. I feel like I have an obligation to the daughter.”
I laugh in Colton’s face at that.
“Obligation!” I say. “Come on! I can already tell. You just want to bone her, don’t you? Tell me, was she the one that got away and you never porked her? Or was she one you used to slam ass with all the time, and now you’re getting all worked up at the thought of seeing her cute ass again?”
Colton glares at me. “Neither,” he says.
I laugh. “Come on, Colton. It’s me. You can tell me, man.”
I toss him another beer and crack one open for myself as well.
“Fine,” says Colton, glaring at me. “She never gave me the time of day back in school…”
“Even though you were hot stuff, star quarterback and all that?”
“She always seemed too good for me,” says Colton.
“And maybe now that you’re a national star and sexiest man and all that, maybe now she’ll give you the time of day?”
Colton glares at me. “I just want to make sure she’s OK,” he says. “Her dad was good to me. I owe it to him.”
I give up. Colton’s just going to stick to this routine no matter what. I know he’s not telling the truth though. I have a sixth sense for when he wants to bang someone. And this daughter is one of them. I’m not wrong on that.
“So we’re not going out tonight?” I say. “What about you head over there now, give her a map of the city, and then meet me at a club? I wouldn’t mind getting the old team back together, if you know what I mean.”
I know Colton knows exactly what I mean. I know he knows that I want the two of us to bury our cocks in some hot chick tonight. I’ve waited too long. I want to hear some hot broad moaning with the insane pleasure the two of us together can provide.
“Why don’t you head there without me?” says Colton. “You’re staying for a week, right? I’ll check in on her tonight and then the two of us can go out tomorrow.”
“I came all the way here to see you, man,” I say. “Aside from getting some girls, that is. Anyway, I’ll come with you tonight. It’ll be nice to have a helping hand there, right? Maybe she’s really down about her dad dying and all. I can hand her some tissues while you put your arm around her.”
Colton looks displeased, but he nods his head in approval. “All right,” he says. “But no funny business. She isn’t like that.”
“Hey,” I say. “No problem. If you already know, you know.” But I give Colton a wink just to annoy him.
I can read Colton better than anyone. I know he wants this girl, but I get the sense he wants her all to himself. Well, that’s never been a problem before. Colton may be handsome and hot to the ladies, but hell, so am I. And they never seem to be able to resist a bad boy like me, let alone the combo of me and Colton together. We’ll just have to let this friend of Colton’s decide for herself. All I have to do is show up and say the right things.
Aly
“Aly!” screams Tami. “There’s someone here for you. Some guys.”
Oh my God! I can’t believe he’s here.
Wait, what does she mean some guys? There’s more than one of them? It was just supposed to be Colton.
When I got the call an hour ago, I almost went into shock. I thought I was going to die from a heart attack right then and there. I’d literally just finished fantasizing about him again, partly to escape the tangled stress ball that my current life has become.
“I thought I could come over and maybe help you out with getting to know the city,” he said on the phone, his voice sounding impossibly deep and masculine, impossibly strong and sexy.
“Sure,” I’d said, my voice quavering.
And now he’s here! I can’t believe it. I think I might faint.
I frantically check my hair and makeup in the mirror. “It’ll have to do,” I mutter to myself, and rush into the living room.
“What’s this?” I say to Tami, looking around wildly.
The whole living room is filled with empty aquariums. Many of them are stacked on top of one another, and some are just sitting around aimlessly.
Tami’s wearing a towel around her hair, and some florescent make up around her eyes.
She looks at me, shakes a pill from a prescription cylinder, and throws it back without any water.
“Oh,” says Tami. “I think one of my friends stole them. He asked if I could keep them here.”
“Oh,” I say.
OK, I think to myself. Stolen aquariums. I can deal with this. This is just one of these New York things that you grow to get used to. This isn’t small town life anymore, girl.
Anyway, I can’t freak out right now.
Colton is literally at the door.
“Hey!” I say, swinging the door open. (Apparently, Tami had closed it back on Colton’s face, without inviting him in.)
There he is! In the flesh. I can’t believe it.
He’s even hunkier than I remember. Obviously, he’s grown. But he looks so much hotter than on television. Here he’s not pixilated at all.
His hair is dark and he has light stubble. His features have sharpened and darkened over the years. There’s something of a harder look to his face. He looks thoroughly like a man. I don’t know how else to describe it. Just looking at him makes me shudder with anticipation.
His waist tapers to a perfect V. His shoulders are massive. His legs are thick; he has a commanding stance, presence, and gaze. There’s something truly regal about his face… something in his features that sends a chill down my spine and makes my panties warm and wet.
“I’ll be in my room,” says Tami, disappearing behind the black curtains that she has hanging over the doorway.
“Hey there,” says Colton, holding up a bottle of wine and what looks like a gift basket. “I didn’t know what to get you for a housewarming present. I hope you like red wine.”
“Of course,” I say. “Come on in.”
I can’t believe it myself, but I’ve probably drank one glass of red wine in my entire life, and I think I spit it out. I’m a white wine kind of girl, if I’m going to drink at all.
“It’s good to see you,” says Colton. “It’s been a long time.”
I’ve been staring at Colton apparently—staring at him so intently that I didn’t even notice he’s got a friend.
“Oh,” I say, awkwardly, when I notice the other man’s presence.
“This is my old friend Zach,” says Colton.
Colton steps past me into the apartment, letting me see Zach fully for the first time.
Zach is just as hot as Colton. And I’d be the last person ever to say that. Colton’s been my super fantasy crush forever. To me, no one was ever as hot as him.
But here’s Zach in the flesh, standing in front of me, unmistakably gazing down at my body, staring a little too long at my breasts, taking me all in.
Zach is built similarly to Colton, but he actually makes Colton look a little on the thin side, which I never thought I’d be saying.
Zach is just… solid. He’s immensely muscular. He looks like he could do anything with his body that he wanted to. I try to remember to stick out my hand for Zach to shake. His own hand is just hanging there. But my mind is flashing with all the things I’d like Zach to do to me.
Despite being so big, not to mention a little taller than Colton, Zach’s features are chiseled and defined. Unlike Colton, he’s blonde, and completely clean-shaven.
“Come on in,” I say. “Nice to meet you.”
Nice to meet you… That’s not too bad, I th
ink to myself. That’s what people say to each other, right?
I’m trying to calm myself down because I can’t believe these two are here to see me.
“So,” says Colton, sitting down on the couch, somewhat stiff in his posture. “What brings you to the city?”
“Oh,” I say. “This and that.”
I don’t know what to say. I’m so nervous I feel like I might throw up.
The atmosphere is weird, to say the least—tense and awkward. After all, I don’t think Colton and I have ever exchanged more than a few words to each other, even during all those years he was working at my house all the time.
“How about we crack some of the wine?” says Zach, a grin appearing on his face.
I go get the glasses while Zach sets to work on the wine. He seems to carry a corkscrew always in his pocket.
The cork pops with a satisfying sound.
Soon, the wine is flowing, and I’m somehow managing to choke it down even though I hate red wine. After all, I need a little liquid courage right now.
I never really drink, so after half a glass, I’m telling Colton and Zach all about what happened with my dad, and about how much Mom needs money, and that’s why I’m in New York. I also tell them how this is the real start to my career that I need.
But I start really spilling my guts to them.
It’s not that I’m feeling comfortable. Instead, it’s like I’m talking a lot just because of my nerves.
“But the city’s so crazy,” I say. “I’ve never been here before this. And everything’s just so big and there are just so many people.”
“Sounds like a lot of changes in a really short amount of time,” says Colton compassionately. “I’ve been here for a few years. And trust me, it gets a lot easier. Pretty soon you won’t notice all the people.”
“I still notice them,” says Zach, throwing back another glass of red wine.
I notice that as Zach moves, I can see where his arms are heavily tattooed. Some of the images are downright frightening. Does almost everyone in New York have tattoos?
“You’re from here?” I say.
Zach shakes his head. “Nah,” he says. “I’m from Chicago. Grew up in the city and all that.”
“And how do you know Colton?” I say.
Ugh, I think to myself. Why do I have to just ask the dumbest and most obvious questions. This isn’t an interview.
“Well,” says Zach, laughing.
“Zach plays professional football, too,” says Colton. “We used to room together in college.”
“Did you play for the same team?”
Zach shakes his head. “I’m a quarterback, too,” he says.
I catch myself staring at his body. Yeah, quarterback, that makes sense. He has that special look that they tend to have.
Zach catches me looking at him and looks me dead in the eyes, a smile cracking on his lips.
“You wouldn’t believe the stuff we used to get up to in college,” says Zach.
“Yeah, but I’m sure Aly’s not really interested in all that,” says Colton, cutting him off.
“But I bet she wants to hear it,” says Zach.
“I don’t think so,” says Colton.
“I’d like to hear it,” I say. “I wasn’t much fun in college. I was just studying all the time. I don’t know what everyone else got up to.”
Zach laughs. “You would have been just our type,” he says.
“Your type?” I say, confused. “What do you mean?”
Colton puts his face in his hand, as Zach begins to talk. “We used to be quite the team, if you know what I mean, me and Colton. We could get any woman we wanted.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” I say, innocently.
“We used to… like to please a woman together,” says Zach, a smirk growing across his face. He’s staring me right in the eyes.
Is he saying what I think he’s saying? He and Colton… No, he couldn’t possibly mean that. I mean, this is New York City and all, but that’s completely crazy. Only in my wildest fantasies have I ever thought about something like that…
Only in fantasies…
Not in real life.
But this is real life.
“We used to date women together, at the same time,” says Zach. “We’re quite good at it, too. We make a woman feel things she’s never felt before. Hey, why don’t you let us show you what it’s like.”
My jaw completely drops to the ground. Did he just say what I think he said?
“Cut it out, Zach,” says Colton, giving him a cross look. “Sorry,” he says to me.
“No,” I say, waving my hand as if it’s nothing. This is New York after all, and one has to adapt to new ideas and new types of conversations. “It’s fine. No big deal at all.”
Meanwhile, I’m very aware that my panties are wet and warm. The way Zach was looking me dead in the eyes while telling me this—it was if he was imagining what it’d be like to be inside me… with Colton…
Oh my God! I can’t let my imagination go there right now.
After all, there are two pro football players seated in my crappy apartment that’s full of aquariums. I can’t drift off into fantasy land right now. I can’t be super weird. Act normal, I tell myself. Act like this isn’t any big deal at all. Act like you often entertain your longtime crush and his equally hot friend and act like you’re invited to double male threesomes all the time. Act like it’s no big deal.
“What’s the deal with all these?” says Colton, picking up a small aquarium and holding it up to the light.
“Uh,” I say, shrugging my shoulders. “New York stuff, I guess. I don’t know, I just moved in.” I don’t want to mention that they’re stolen.
“New York stuff?” says Zach, giving Colton a puzzled look.
“Yeah,” I say, shrugging my shoulders again, trying to appear casual. “You know how it is.”
“Nope,” says Zach.
Colton shakes his head. “Never seen anything like this before, “he says.
Suddenly, Tami bursts into the room. This time, she’s wearing a massive fur coat. A prescription cylinder is clutched in one hand, and a vodka bottle in the other.
“So you brought your friends over and the three of you decided to have some fun filling the whole room with these glass boxes, eh? What the hell are these anyway?”
“Aquariums,” says Zach, a glint in his eyes.
“I know that!” snaps Tami. “But what the hell are they doing in my apartment.”
“Tami,” I say. “You just told me that your friend asked you to keep them there.”
I really don’t want to mention the whole story Tami just told me about them being stolen, not in front of Colton.
“Oh,” says Tami absent mindedly, before disappearing out the front door.
“Craigslist roommate?” says Zach.
I nod my head. “She seems nice enough, though,” I say.
“She seems totally crazy,” says Colton. “I think you should find a different place. I can help you look for one. It might not be safe for you to stay here.”
“No,” I say. “It’s totally OK. I wouldn’t want to bother you. Plus, I’m sure she means well. She’s just one of these New York characters. You know how they are.”
“You keep saying things like that, but I don’t have any idea what you mean by it,” says Colton. “I know your dad would want you living in a safe place with some sane roommates. This is going to be really stressful for you. I mean, look at this place.”
He gestures to the hundreds of aquariums, and lets out a chuckle. But my chuckle soon turns into tears.
I don’t have any idea where they come from. But it has something to do with Colton mentioning my dad.
We knew all along he was really sick, but it was still unexpected. I can’t believe he’s gone forever.
Soon, I’m sobbing, my head in my hands. “I’m sorry,” I manage to say. “I’m a terrible host.”
“It’s OK,” says Colton,
getting up and crouching next to me, putting his strong, muscular arm around me. “Why don’t you give us a minute, Zach?” he says.
Zach politely excuses himself and heads into the kitchen, which is out of earshot for the most part.
Colton
“I didn’t mean to upset you,” I say, conscious that Zach’s in the other room and out of earshot.
“No,” says Aly, drying her tears. “I’m OK. I’m really OK. I’m all better.”
She does look a little better.
I lean in closer to her and say, “Listen, your father was a good man. He really helped me out a lot. Without him, I never would have gone to college and I would never have played professionally. He taught me a lot of good values, too. I’m very sorry to hear about his passing.”
“Thanks,” says Aly, taking my hand. “That means a lot to hear from someone like you. And I have to say it’s nice to see a familiar face in this big crazy city, even if we never did talk much.”
“That’s true,” I say. “We never did talk much, did we?”
Aly laughs and shakes her head. “I was always too shy to talk to you during high school. You were like the most popular guy in school, captain of the football team, quarterback. All the girls wanted you.”
That catches me off guard. I’ve been told I can be bad at reading people sometimes—people say I’m too serious. But I always thought she was too good for me?
“You were really just shy?” I say, astounded. “I thought you just didn’t want to have anything to do with me.”
Aly laughs. “Are you kidding? I would have done anything…”
But she stops herself right there.
I give her a smile. “You know,” I say. “I still think about you… you remember that one day…”
“After graduation?” she says, finishing the sentence for me.
“Yeah,” I say.
Our heads are coming together. I’m looking right into her beautiful eyes, and she’s staring back at me. I can feel the heat coming off her body. We’re so close, just inches away from each other.
Our lips connect before I can even think about it.
