“Good,” declared Tate. “Now let’s lay out some ground rules here, just so you know how serious we are.”
Forty-Two
SERENA
They moved into the house, Cole and Jacob. Or rather Cole moved upstairs into David’s old room, and Jacob took the former would-be nursery.
They also sat me down and went over the ‘ground rules’, all of which made my stomach fill with hot butterflies. First, I was to be their girlfriend, in every sense of the word. They would date me together, but also alone. I would have three separate boyfriends who would be fully loyal to me, but I was to have one-on-one relationships with all three of them as well.
“There’ll be times when we can’t all be together,” said Tate. “Nights away, but alone. Trips with just one or two of us. Keep in mind we all love you, but we also love each other and we’ve worked it out between us. For that reason there will never be jealousy, or envy, or any reason why you can’t be dating us one-on-one.”
His eyes flashed wickedly as he leaned into my ear and finished:
“But no matter who you’re with, there will never be a time when the rest of us aren’t invited between your legs,” he whispered sexily. “If we just so happen to be around.”
The whole idea of it made me weak at the knees, but also wetter than hell. It meant I had three lovers. Three ridiculously hot lovers, who could take me anywhere and in any way they wanted.
And of course, vice-versa.
It made for some very fun times around the house, especially sexually. For me, I had three gorgeous men at my beck and call. I could care for them, kiss them. Dote on them and jump them, anytime I wanted.
And for them, it was basically open season on my warm, willing body.
There was the time Cole and Tate double-dated me while Jacob was studying for finals, taking me away for an entire sex-soaked weekend in an old hotel. We explored the quaint little town wrapped around the place, holding hands and walking the streets where no one knew anything about who we were.
That part was the second-most fun for me, I think. Being able to kiss one lover and then turn around and kiss the other. To be able to let go and just do these things to each other. Without worrying about who might see or what anyone else thought of me, or us, or what we were doing.
And of course the first most fun part w
as them taking me back to the hotel as darkness fell and screwing my brains out.
I had fun with Jacob too, after I’d tutored him all the way to acing his finals. As a reward for finishing with good grades I promised him a whole night dressed up any way he wanted, and of course I should’ve known what he wanted was a naughty schoolgirl’s outfit. I took him dressed exactly like that, right there in his shared apartment the day we took the last of his things. With both his roommates still home I strode straight into his room wearing a green plaid skirt and thigh-high stockings, then let him bend me over his bed and fill me until I screamed.
Having the boys at home was the most fun for me, though. I looked forward to waking up each morning and coming home each night, knowing that good company always awaited me. I was more well-rested, too. On different nights I hopped from Cole’s bed to Jacob’s bed, taking turns sleeping naked against their warm, slumbering bodies. Or when Tate stayed over, I would always take him into my bed. Sometimes with one of the others when the mood struck us, but most times just alone.
Best of all I was getting more attention than I could’ve ever imagined, beyond the obvious. The guys were always cooking or picking up meals. Shopping for groceries, keeping the house in order, and generally taking care of all the things I used to do by myself.
And God, after all this time it felt so good just to have a partner again. Someone to talk to. Someone to count on. And three partners?
Well that was even better.
The basement was rented out quickly, to a sweet pair of college-age women who were in the middle of their residencies for medical school at a nearby hospital. As a result they were rarely home, and even when they were they were usually sleeping. They always paid their rent on time, though. And that was a game-changer.
Cole fixed the leaky roof. Hell, he fixed a lot of things. And to top it all off, I now had a car again. A sleek, beautiful, ‘carousel red’ chunk of American muscle, at least according to Tate. He loved the thing so much he ended up borrowing it from me as much as I drove it, which was fine by me. I enjoyed driving his truck in exchange, and not having to garner all the looks and attention the GTO invariably got during my simple drive to and from the restaurant.
I also made several more ‘payments’ for his hard work, and Tate accepted them all with his hands folded comfortably behind his head. For me, each one was yummier than the last.
Yes, life was good. Better than good, actually! I was living every woman’s hottest, craziest dream, and there were times I had to pinch myself to make sure I wouldn’t wake up from it. In the back of my mind however, I was always waiting for the other shoe to drop.
That shoe showed up on a Saturday afternoon, a few weeks later.
Forty-Three
TATE
The house was empty, and that was fine. I’d expected it to be empty. With everyone else at work, I’d stopped by to drop our surprise on Serena’s bed: a couple of bottles of wine, plus a sleek black dress she could wear later on, when we planned to take her out.
Cole and Jacob would be here soon enough, having picked Serena up from work as planned. We’d finagled a half-day from her boss, somehow without her knowing it. We were proud of our efforts, because it was hard to surprise Serena. She was one of those people who noticed everything.