I waited for Maizy’s breathing to grow slow and steady, and then I mouthed the words I’d been thinking all evening, which led me to wonder.
Did the other guys feel the same way about her?
The next day at work passed as planned—busy as hell, which I was glad about because it kept me from thinking about Maizy. I had just two more cats to examine, and then I could wrap things up, get home to shower, and dash uptown to Braden Darby’s place where all five of us would be together for the first time. In spite of the strangeness of the situation, I was looking forward to it. Don’t ask me why. Something about Maizy made it easier to emerge from the old comfort zone.
The orange tabby I was treating yawned in my face, and I yawned right back in his.
Maizy would be delighted to know how I exhausted I was. Not that I wouldn’t repeat the last evening all over again—hell, I didn’t think I would ever say no to that woman. I couldn’t fathom how any man would. But it was a good thing I did most of my work standing up because if I’d sat down for five minutes, I would’ve passed out, sound asleep.
It turned out that when Maizy was with two guys—and maybe more, time would tell—she was nearly insatiable. I mean, there was no doubt she was one of the most passionate women I’d ever been with, but when she put Cato and me together, well, she could barely function aside from getting down to business. How she’d managed to get through dinner and clean up, I’d never know.
After a brief snooze of fifteen minutes on her part, she was awake once again. Cato and I spend almost the entire night taking turns eating her pussy, fucking her, and having her suck us off until I personally couldn’t take any more and went out to the sofa to get a couple hours’ sleep. I wasn’t too successful, however, as Cato kept her going until the sun came up, their noise probably keeping the entire building awake. Those two were going to have fun at work the next day, exhausted, but knowing each other’s most intimate touch. I had to smile when I thought about it. And with a strange lack of jealousy, too. Go figure.
Myself, I would be enjoying smelly dogs all day. But that was okay. I liked smelly dogs.
When I’d finally gotten home through rush hour traffic, my place was dead silent—the pups must
have been out with the dog walker. As much as I loved my four-legged friends, sometimes it was nice to come home to total silence. Of course, I was never actually alone thanks to the cats, but they didn’t have the tendency to get in my face the way the pooches did.
Stepping out of the shower, I pulled on my boxers. Damn if my bed didn’t look like the most tempting thing in the world at that moment, but I powered through and finished getting dressed. I was expected at Braden’s and would never let Maizy down. I figured I’d be able to um, rise to the occasion if the opportunity presented itself. Which I hoped it would.
My Uber pulled up to drop me in front of Braden’s place, a gorgeous brownstone that must have cost millions. I loved where I lived, absolutely, but there was something so regal about the city’s huge old townhouses, especially the ones that had not been carved up into rabbit-warren apartment buildings.
I was pretty sure Braden Darby’s brownstone was intact and had not been at the mercy of greedy landlords.
The front door swung open, and I was greeted by none other than the rock star himself, a slim guy with shoulder length dirty blond hair.
“You must be Von. Call me Brade,” he said, offering his hand and leading me into a massive foyer. “What can I get you to drink?”
“Thanks, man. What are you drinking?” I asked, following him into a massive kitchen already populated with one other guy who must have been Anson, and of course our girl Maizy.
“Scotch. Would you like a scotch?” he asked.
“That would be great.” I should probably have been asking for coffee, but what the hell. I could sleep when I was dead.
I caught Maizy’s eye as I entered the room and she ran to me, throwing her arms around my neck and planting a big one on my lips.
Man, I could get used to that.
I held her at arm’s length so I could take her in. She was a stunner by any measure, but her warmth and sex appeal were something that had to be witnessed firsthand, revealing itself in the way she moved, smiled, and was just plain sweet.
“You look gorgeous, baby,” I said.
And she did, with her mass of hair twisted into a messy braid that hung over her right shoulder, a slim, pinstriped skirt, and a sleeveless blouse that showed off her toned arms. But it was the glasses that got me.
On anyone else, they would have been just goofy and oversized. But on her, shit, they looked like a million bucks. She looked smart as hell. Which of course, she was. I couldn’t take my eyes off her until she snapped me out of my reverie.
“Von, you haven’t met Anson yet,” she said, introducing me to a tall guy with red hair.
“Right,” I said, coming back to my senses. “Sorry for being rude, Anson. I just couldn’t take my eyes off our girl here.”
He shook my hand with a big smile. “I’m with you on that, my man.”
I looked around the kitchen.
“Hey, where’s Cato? He’s joining us, right?” I asked.
“Yeah, but he’s running late,” Maizy said. “His boss threw something at him when he was ready to head out the door.”