Pleasure Bound

Feelings Ty had experienced for the first time five years ago when they’d had the threesome with Ashley. Which was the only other threesome Ty had ever had. Those feelings were the reason he’d never had a threesome again. And maybe, he had to admit, part of the reason he’d stayed angry at Zeke all these years. Because it made more sense and was easier to deal with than the alternative. But he’d put it out of his mind since his falling-out with Zeke. Buried it away, hidden it deep in his subconscious … until today when sharing a woman with Zeke again had brought it all back. The uncomfortable, yet intense attraction … for another man. For Zeke.

Had Zeke seen the desire in Ty’s face?

Damn, what the hell was he going to do now? He wanted Marie. And even though she was dating Zeke, she had given him the chance to be with her … at the same time as Zeke. It was a chance he had to take because he needed to convince her he was the man for her. Zeke was okay with it and he knew Ty wanted her, so why the hell not?

But, damn, how could he fuck Marie while Zeke was part of the picture? He shouldn’t be feeling these things for Zeke. Shouldn’t be getting turned on by the sight of Zeke’s broad sculpted chest … his bulging, muscular arms … his stiff cock … But he was and that scared the shit out of him.

As much as he wanted Marie …

Damn it, maybe he should just wait until this thing between her and Zeke burned out.

* * *

Zeke stepped back and stared at the beautiful 1968 Mustang 428 Cobra Jet he’d just finished priming. He pulled the mask from his face and set it on the workbench, then headed toward the office. He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat back on the desk chair, then glanced out the glass door and watched Henry, his cousin and partner, talking to a fellow standing in front of a red 1971 Corvette Stingray with a wicked scratch along the side.

Damn, it bugged him that someone would key a beautiful car like that. He had no patience for blatant vandalism.

Zeke and Henry’s paint shop, Classic Lines, specialized in classic cars. Zeke loved doing custom paint jobs on the beautiful vintage automobiles their clients brought in.

He sipped his coffee and remembered his cell phone had vibrated when he’d been spraying the driver’s door of the Mustang. He pulled his cell from his pocket and flipped it open. A text message from Marie.

Hi. Forgot my shoes in your saddlebag. Want to grab lunch? Tired of wearing running shoes at work. :-) Marie

He glanced at the clock on the wall. It was eleven. He could make it, no problem, but … did he want to? He would drop off her shoes, of course, but … did he want to extend this thing with Marie? Sure, she was sexy and fun to be with, but they were entirely different types of people. It would never last.

And … things were getting a bit weird. First that dream about Ty and then, this morning, Zeke’s crazy urge to kiss him. Ty would totally freak out if he knew Zeke was thinking about him like that. They’d finally begun to mend the rift between them. He didn’t need something like this to throw a monkey wrench in the works.

Why not just step aside? Marie would be better off with Ty anyway.

Of course, stepping aside didn’t guarantee she’d continue with Ty. Zeke hadn’t even had a chance to find out her impression of her escapades with Ty. Sticking with it a bit longer would allow him to assess the situation. See if he could do anything to ensure Marie would want to continue a relationship with Ty when Zeke moved on.

And, damn but he wanted to see her again. And he loved watching her with Ty.

Ah, who the hell was he kidding. He wanted to see this thing through.

He pressed the reply button on his cell.

* * *

Marie walked the two blocks from her building to the park where she’d agreed to meet Zeke for lunch. The sun shone brightly—a warm day for September—as she walked along the paved path toward the river’s edge. She spotted Zeke sitting on a bench, gazing across the water.

She sat down beside him. “Hi, stranger. Mind if I sit down?”

He glanced around and smiled. “A beautiful woman like you? I’d be a fool to say no.”

He lifted a chunky rectangular bag onto his lap and unzipped it. When he opened the flap, she saw it was insulated. He pulled out a couple of individual-size bottles of fruit juice and two sandwiches.

They ate their lunch and enjoyed the sunny day, people-watching. A woman walked by pushing a baby stroller, with a young boy following on her heels. Two people on bicycles rode along the path that ran along the other side of the river.

“So I haven’t had a chance to ask you how it went with Ty on Saturday,” Zeke said.

She took a sip of her juice.

“I … uh … was surprised you didn’t call Sunday.” She’d figured he’d want to talk about it.

“I wanted to give you space. Allow you to enjoy whatever happened after waking up together.”

She glanced at him. “What makes you think we spent the night together?”