Triplets Make Five

“Four times?” Bryan asked. “To what? Have their own personal circle jerk?”

“No clue, but when I told them we were only going to be meeting twice a year, it took a two-hour meeting and made it a damn afternoon,” I said.

“Ah, so you’re working with a bunch of oldies. Got it,” Colin said, grinning. “That’s some shit, though. Do they at least toss up some decent money?”

“Not as much as they could, so they’ll be seeing that in the projects. This company’s bottom line has been floating their projects as much as fifteen percent across the board for the last seven years. I don’t know how the fuck they’ve been turning a damn profit.”

“I don’t fucking know either! And where the hell are our drinks?” I asked.

The three of us ordered some drinks and told the waitress to keep them coming. I had chips and vegetables with dip ordered for the table, then the floodgates opened. The moment women in the bar saw how much money I was spending on the table, th

ey wasted no time in coming up to me. A couple had shining red hair and fiery eyes that would’ve got my cock pumping any day of the week. One had raven black hair and porcelain skin with beautiful hazel eyes. One had a rack on her that made Colin salivate, another looked like she had the hots for Bryan, and yet another still approached me and sat down on my lap.

But even though I ordered a couple of girls for my friends, I didn’t indulge myself.

Every time a woman came up to me, I found myself comparing her to Delilah. Whether the woman had a different eye color than hers or a different hairstyle than hers. Whether the woman’s curves weren’t as luxurious and supple as Delilah’s or whether their lips weren’t as pillowy. With every woman that approached me in the bar, there was something about them that wasn’t quite up to par with Delilah.

Bryan and Colin were off enjoying their hour with their women while I sipped on my martini. I had no interest in being with any of these women. The dancing women in their cages didn’t catch my eye and no woman that sat on my lap tugged at my cock. I had multiple opportunities to bust out my wallet, give a woman my card, and have her legs wrapped around me for the night. I had every chance to take one of these curvy beauties home, cover her in my cum, and send her off with a nice little gift the next morning.

But I didn’t want to.

Every time I thought about it, my mind barreled back to Delilah.

I wondered how she was enjoying her retreat. Was she painting a lot? Did she enjoy the art products I had delivered to her cabin? I wanted to know if she was using the hot tub on the porch. If she was truly relaxing and making the most of her retreat. I knew I could call her. I had the number to the resort. I knew if I really wanted to, I could send her an email and she would respond.

Maybe that was what I needed to do. Send her an email just to see how she was doing. Maybe that would get her out of my fucking thoughts.

Delilah struck me as the kind of woman that would never fully be able to disconnect from anything. She could lose herself in something and enjoy anything, but when work called she was always there. I could relate to that in so many ways, and it made me smile.

It was another thing we had in common.

“Apology fucking accepted, dude,” Bryan said. “Holy hell.”

“Have a good time?” I asked.

“Shit, yes,” he said.

“Where’s Colin?” I asked.

“Finishing up, I think. He’s schmoozing the woman right now. Getting her a drink and shit,” he said.

“Probably trying to get her number and shit,” I said.

“How was your woman?” he asked.

“What woman?”

“Come on. We know you got yourself one as well. There were, what, five women that approached you while we were still sitting here? Who’d you land on?” he asked.

“None of them,” I said.

“Got the digits,” Colin said.

“All seven of them?” I asked.

“You’re a dick. And yes, I got all seven of them. And an address. And a name that isn’t ‘Crystal Harlot’,” Colin said.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Dude. Preston didn’t fucking get any,” Bryan said.