“And that doesn’t bother you?”
“Fuck no,” I say. “We like it, sweetheart.”
I probably like it a little too much. I’ve never considered myself bisexual, but my love of threesomes with Grant caused me to experiment with a guy back in college. It wasn’t for me. It felt forced and awkward, and I’ve had no desire to try again. But I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been curious about Grant off and on over the years, and even more so after what we just did with Emma.
Grant and I share a connection that most friends don’t, and we already know we’ll be a permanent part of each other’s lives. It isn’t an easy feeling or concept to explain, I have trouble rationalizing it in my own head. My heart doesn’t race when he walks into a room the way it does with Emma, but from time to time, I get a hard-on just looking at him, and I crave his touch. Sometimes, I have the urge to express my love with more than words.
The only thing holding me back is Grant. I’m confident he doesn’t feel the same urges I do, and the last thing I want is to make him uncomfortable. Our friendship means everything to me, and I love him enough to keep the urges at bay, although I fear the curiosity may only grow stronger as our relationship with Emma blossoms.
Grant’s hand finds mine between her legs, and I blink through the foggy haze in my brain. Together, we touch her. Stroking and teasing.
“Holy shit, that’s hot,” she sighs, watching us. “So, we’ve already confirmed that you love touching me, but are you ever…you know…together without a woman?”
Grant shakes his head. “No, there’s always a woman between us.”
“How did this happen?”
“What do you mean?” he asks.
“When did you two start sharing women?”
“Do you remember Shelly McBride?” I ask.
Grant groans, and I laugh, remembering how wild she was in bed. She scared the hell out of us.
“You mean Shelly McBride the teacher’s aide in Mr. Darwin’s class? She was like ten years older than us.”
I chuckle. “We know. She had a thing for Grant, but he was scared of her and begged me to tag along when he met up with her one night.”
“I wasn’t scared of her,” Grant admonishes. “She was aggressive, and I was an innocent virgin.”
Emma laughs and shakes her head. “You were never innocent, Grant Ford.”
“Not after Shelly got ahold of me,” Grant says, running his free hand up Emma’s body. He cups her breast and squeezes, causing her eyes to flutter closed. I can tell she wants to give in to the pleasure we’re bringing her, but our girl has questions, and Emma is nothing if not determined.
“What happened after Shelly? You just decided to keep sharing women?” Her voice is husky, and she has to work to keep her eyes open.
“We’ve been with women alone, but nothing ever felt like it did that first time with Shelly. Something was always missing. But every time we were with someone together it was different. We felt that spark again. It’s hard to explain. We haven’t dissected it, we just know it works,” I answer.
Emma nods as if she understands exactly what I’m trying to say. “I get it. You guys are a team. You work well together, you complement each other, and it fits. Why change something that works so well?”
“Exactly,” Grant says. “Outsiders might not understand our relationship, but we’ve accepted that we’re a package deal. Our friendship may not be what most people consider normal, but it works for us, and that’s all that matters.”
“Do you ever get jealous?”
Grant shakes his head. “No,” he says softly, his eyes finding mine. “It’s about trust and respect, and I trust Ryan with my life. I want to see him happy and enjoying himself because I love him, the same way I love you,” he adds softly.
Emma’s lips part. “You love me?” she breathes, stealing the words from my mouth.
Grant chuckles while I struggle to breathe. This is what we’ve been waiting for, and I can taste it. I can taste how good a relationship between the three of us will be. Grant and I were made for Emma. We want to love her and take care of her. We’ll never work with anyone else because no one else makes us feel the way Emma does.
That’s what this whole weekend is about. Showing her how good it can be, and then convincing her that we can give her a wonderful life.
And if she decides that it isn’t what she wants, then it’s on to plan B: kidnap her, tie her to a bed, and drive her mad with our relentless cocks until she’s addicted to us and has no choice but to say yes.
“This shouldn’t be a surprise, Emma,” Grant says, settling his hands on her hips. “Of course, I love you. I’ve loved you for years, you’re one of my best friends.”
“Same here, pretty girl. We’ve loved you since your parents bought the house between ours. And that love has only grown over the years, along with our friendship.”