"Whenever you step into McDonald’s do you expect the burger in the picture to be the same as the one that you order? The one that they actually give to you?"
"Fuck no!"
"Well, that’s what marriage is like. There is this billboard—"
"—Like McDonald’s?"
I laugh at the idea that of all the analogies I could've used, I choose the one place that I love to hate. "Yes, like McDonald’s. You start thinking that it’ll be like that. Perfect. And even when you realize that it isn’t, you still stick it out. No matter how many times the burgers are different from the picture, you still go back and you still order from there. There's still something that tastes good about it too, during the act of eating it … and it's only later that you wonder what the fuck you've done."
"Alright, enough of the McDonald’s comparisons. I get it; I understand where you’re coming from. I suppose that’s the reason that I’m thinking that I’ll never get married. One thing's for sure, Daniel. You’ve shown me that marriage is a fool’s game and I refuse to play it."
I hate to actually agree with him, but he has a point. "I just never expected it to end so soon."
"One year!" Colt exclaims.
At this point, both of us are lost in our uneasy thoughts. I’m too busy thinking about what to do next. He seems to be willing to hand everything over because he thinks that Karen wants to be with me.
"Colt, you’ve got a bright future in front of you. And I think Karen wants to be with you. I just don’t want to fight anymore. You’ve got my blessing and I want you guys to be happy. You two are good for each other."
Colt’s just about to say something when Karen walks in. I didn't even hear her approach.
Immediately she says, "You guys have got this all wrong. I don’t want one of you."
I see Colt’s eyes go dark. And disappointment clouds my soul.
But Karen continues. "I want both of you."
We both stand up and look at each other. She looks tired, as if she's spent the night on the street. I’m glad that she’s okay, but then I realize that I’m confused about her statement. It’s clear that I’m not the only one because Colt repeats, "Both of us?"
She drops her jacket on the table and says, "Yes."
Colt and I sit back down, but Karen doesn’t. She parts her wet lips in a smile and leaves the office just as fast as she entered it only seconds ago.
Karen
Daniel and Colt, both arguing about who gets to stay with me? Who do they think I am? I’m not something they can sell and buy, and I sure as hell won’t allow them to decide what happens to me… or with my body.
Besides, I’m the one holding all the cards right now. They both want me, and I want them both; if there’s a choice to be made, I’m the one responsible for it. And, like I told them, my choice is a simple one: I want them both. And there’s something else too - but I can’t quite put my finger on it. There’s a certain tension between them, and it has nothing to do with me.
I leave them by themselves in the office, turning my back on them running up the stairs. I go straight for my bedroom, my heart thumping so fast I suddenly feel dizzy. I leave the door open and, turning on my heels, I remain still as I face the doorway. I told them what I wanted, now it’s in their hands: they can either come, or not.
The ball is in their court.
I stand there for what seems like an eternity, a sudden silence filling the whole house. The pounding of my heart growing louder and louder, drowning all of my thoughts, and it only subsides when I start hearing footsteps coming up the stairs.
Daniel? Colt? I have no idea who’s coming up the stairs, and the anticipation is killing me. But then I see two shadows in the corridor and, a heartbeat later, both of them are standing shoulder-to-shoulder, right before the doorway.
"You can’t have us both…" Colt starts, but I’m not even listening to his words. No, the moment I see them both I lose all control. Without a single word, I reach for his shirt and pull him inside the room. He t
akes two steps inside, and that’s enough for me to press my lips against his mouth and to slide one hand down his chest.
I wrap my fingers around Colt's cock, his thickness pulsing against my smooth skin. I grin at him, his lips slightly parted as I start moving my hand back and forth with slow and teasing movements. Looking over my shoulder at Daniel, I can almost feel all the pent-up desire hiding behind his eyes. His pants are tented, his cock pushing hard against the fabric as he takes in the sight of my hand on his stepson’s cock.
"Come here… Or are you just going to stand there and look?" I ask him, the words drawling out of my mouth in a half-purr, each syllable like a jab designed with the intent of spurring him into action. He swallows in his hesitancy, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he steels his face, his lips an almost inscrutable line. For half a second, I think he's going to turn on his feet and bolt out of the door. But I'm just being silly, really: these two can't get enough of me ... even if they have to share.
Daniel licks his dry lips, his body leaning forward as he takes one step toward Colt and I. I reach for him with my hand, my fingers grabbing at his belt and pulling him close. I push on the hem of his pants and, before he can react, I slide my fingers under his trousers and boxers briefs, feeling the aching warmness of his cock. I open the palm of my hand and, straining against the hold of his pants, grab his member harshly.
I turn my attention back to Colt, my heart starting to race faster, each beat of it sending a hefty dosage of desire toward my loins. My insides are burning up, the sweet spot between my thighs becoming more and more moist by the second.