Her nose wrinkles. “Ugh. Don’t say that.”
“It was a lot like you would think,” Zack tells me. “So yeah, that is kind of true. It had a long counter with old newspapers plastered to the wall behind. They served hot dogs and sundaes. There were a half dozen gum ball machines.”
Mindy laughs. “Yeah, all from nineteen fifty. You’d probably catch a disease if you chewed one of those gumballs.”
Zack nods in agreement. “Too bad your mom stopped letting you go there.”
She sighs. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure I called her a bitch because of it. God, I was a piece of work for her.”
“Why’d your mom forbid you from going there?” I ask.
“Someone got shot there.”
My eyebrows fly up. It’s the nonchalant way she says it that’s more surprising than anything else. “Jesus. Seriously? Someone got shot and killed?”
She nods. “It was a fluke. It had nothing to do with the shop’s owner or even anyone who worked there. It was just some crackhead’s misunderstanding with his dealer. But my mom was super protective.”
I absorb the information. I wouldn’t call banning your kid from going somewhere where there was a shooting ‘super protective’. I’d call it a normal reaction. No fucking way would my parents have ever let me traverse a spot where someone got a bullet in them. For not the first time I’m reminded how different my upbringing was from Zack’s. While he was eating ice cream at a blood-stained soda shop, I was chowing down on chocolate pizza at Max Brenner’s with my upper east side private school buddies.
I look at Zack. “I didn’t realize Castle Hill was so...”
He shrugs. “Not so much anymore, I don’t think. And it wasn’t really dangerous then. Not like Port Morris or some other neighborhoods.”
“Brooklyn has more crime per capita,” Mindy says. Her lower lip juts out a bit. “Last I checked.”
“Still...” I don’t know what to say. Having a person get shot at the place you hang out at after school seems like a big deal to me, but clearly it’s not to them. In Mindy’s line of work she probably sees people with bullet holes in them all the time, so that gives her extra reason to be blasé.
I’ve been in my fair share of fights and a few of them involved knifes being drawn, but none of them ever ended with bullets flying. Realizing just how much Mindy’s probably seen makes me respect her even more.
The waiter stops by to see if we’d like anything else. I check my watch. Eleven. Somehow the hours have flown by.
“A night cap?” I ask the other two. “Some brandy?”
Mindy stifles a yawn. “I’m on my shift tomorrow, better not.”
The waiter brings the check and I pick it up right away. As I’m slipping my card into the black book Mindy snatches it from my hand.
“Hey,” I protest, not sure what she’s doing. Not only is the bill hundreds of dollars, Zack and I are the ones who invited her out.
“You’re not paying for me,” she says, matter-of-fact.
Zack opens his mouth to protest.
“Nope,” she cuts him off. She studies the tab then slips some bills in.
I’ve never had a woman insist on paying for herself and don’t know how to feel about it. Letting her do it doesn’t seem to sit right with me.
“Mindy,” I start.
She shoots me a look and I shut up. As annoying as I find her actions, I also can’t help but be impressed. It’s her independence that I like so much about her. She’s never asked for anything from me and Zack, so her not allowing us to take her out to dinner makes sense.
I bite back a smile. Mindy, Mindy, Mindy.
What are you supposed to do with a woman like her? She’s a beast of her own degree, for sure. She stands from the table, her soft hips swinging as she heads for the front door. Arousal hits me again. Unfortunately now we’re leaving and I don’t have time to go to the wash room to cool down.
I start to rise, but Zack grabs my arm and looks at me purposefully. “So?”
That’s right. The whole intent of this meal was to ‘feel things out more’ with Mindy. I’d nearly forgotten.
His eyes search mine.
I sigh. “Shit… I don’t know.”
“Really? You still don’t know?”
“We weren’t going to talk to her about it tonight,” I hiss.
He sharply nods. “But I want to know what you think.”
“Hey,” Mindy calls. “Are you two coming?”
“We’ll talk about this later,” I tell Zack before freeing myself from his grip and rushing after Mindy.
10
Zack
Ethan follows Mindy through the restaurant, looking every bit like an infatuated man. I grit my teeth and go after them. It’s obvious he likes having her around as much as I do, and yet he ‘still doesn’t know’ about her.
It’s not as if we’re asking for something big from her. There are no rings being exchanged, no vows being written. The three of us enjoy being together, so why not make it a regular thing?
It’s his previous issues with women, I know it. It’s just too fucking bad his hang ups have to get in the way of something really, really good.
As we leave through the front door and go to wait on the curb for the car, I wonder just how much offense Ethan would take if I suggested he went to therapy to work out some of his shit.
The driver comes around and we take our seats in the limo. The evening’s cooled a bit and I crack my window to let in the soft breeze. Mindy is glowing on the seat next to me, as artificial light shines in through her own open window. Her legs are pressed together, her calves long and toned. I lick my lips and suppress a groan. I don’t know how I made it through dinner but somehow I managed.
“Thank you for this,” she says looking from Ethan to me.
Across from us, Ethan inclines his head. “Some time you’ll have to let us take you out for real.”
A wide, sarcastic grin envelops her face. “Not a chance.”
“It doesn’t mean you’re our woman,” Ethan replies.
I stare at him. Where did that come from? Either he’s trying to be a douche, or he’s actually afraid Mindy’s becoming something serious and he wants to redraw the line between us and her.
“Good,” Mindy responds.
“Great.” He crosses one leg over the other and leans back. An air of self-important confidence fills the limo.
“Are you two done?” I ask.
“Yes,” they both say at the same time.
Mindy’s lips crack the slightest smile.
Ethan suddenly launches himself across the limo, coming to sit on Mindy’s other side. She shifts her weight to face him, her thigh pushing against the side of my hand. It feels so natural to touch her I don’t even think about it. I lift my hand and stroke it down her thigh, the fabric of her dress bunching up under my palm.
Ethan hooks her chin in his hand and lifts her face slightly towards his. They stare up at each other and I hold my breath, waiting to see what happens next. Ethan’s lips part slightly, like he’s about to say something, but no words come. He kisses Mindy. She shakes under his touch, her whole leg quivering beneath my palm.
I close my eyes and bury my face into the back of her neck. Thick hair falls around my mouth and nose. Her scent surrounds me. How could Ethan ever think about giving this up for even so much as a day?
How could I?
Not knowing when we’re going to see Mindy next, when I’m going to get her beneath me, drives me crazy. As amazing as the time spent with her is, knowing she’ll soon be gone tinges it with a bitterness I can’t ignore.
I close my eyes tighter and rub my nose against the nape of her neck. Something has to be done.
But for now I just need to enjoy the moment. It’ll be gone soon, like all the others, and I can’t let it slip by without fully embracing it.
I kiss and suck on the back of Mindy’s neck as I push my hands up and under her skirt. She lets out a muffled moan and her
thighs part to allow me better access.
She’s soaking wet, the thin lace of her panties absolutely drenched. I slip a finger underneath them and slide against her slick entrance. She pulses at my touch, her throbbing lips practically opening for me. My finger slips in and I feel around her walls, taking my time.
The tension builds in me, gathering in my pants. I’m so rigid it’s painful. Mindy’s head drops to the side and she groans deep and low. I kiss down her neck and across her shoulder, my finger slowly pushing in and out of her. The top of her dress is pushed down, revealing a lacy red bra. Ethan gropes one breast in his hand, twisting and pinching the nipple. Mindy shifts her weight, pushing herself further against my hand. Her walls clench around my finger and my dick pulsates. I’m burning like hot coals have been placed across my body, but I’m still not going to rush this. It’s a long ride back to Castle Hill and I don’t even know when we’ll get to see Mindy again.
She lifts her head and shoots a glance my way. Her hand rubs across the bulge in my pants. I bite down hard on my lower lip, stifling a groan the whole city would probably hear were it to get out.
Mindy unzips my pants and pulls my dick out. Her warm touch envelops my length. Up and down it goes, stroking me with just the right amount of pressure. She shuffles her ass backwards, bumping up into Ethan, and drops her head. My sensitive tip slips between her lips and this time I can’t hold back the moan.
Pumping the base of my dick, she heartily sucks at the top. My fingers thread through her hair, massaging deep into her scalp. She makes a noise of pleasure against me, the humming coming from her throat adding a new level of ecstasy to the blow job.
At the other end of the seat Ethan pushes her skirt up and over her ass. He rolls his hands over her plump cheeks, lightly slapping first one then the other. Getting off the seat, he climbs down onto his knees and twists her around so that her rear is facing him. He buries his face between her legs and she groans against my dick again.
Mindy tightens her grip around me. The pleasure ratchets up. I push my hips against her mouth, dangerously close to exploding.
Slowly and painfully, I guide her mouth away from me. She sits up on the seat, disengaging from both me and Ethan. With her cheeks flushed and her hair ruffled, she’s every part the sex goddess that haunts my thoughts night and day.
Ethan gets back into his seat and pulls her back against his chest. She falls back against him, her breasts heaving underneath the thin bra. He kisses her neck while playing with her breasts again. Mindy’s eyes close and her breathing gets heavier.
I rake my fingers down the tops of her thighs, leaving hot white marks where my nails travel. Wet heat floats from between her thighs and I nearly explode from anticipation. Her thin panties are twisted up and soaking. I tug at them, extending her legs as I pull them off. They slip over her stilettos and fall to the floor. Her legs remain wide open, ready for me.
Taking my dick, I guide myself into her. Her walls instantly wrap around me, welcoming and pulling me in.
Mindy’s mouth slowly forms a circle, one that gets bigger and bigger the further I push into her. Ethan pushes the bra cups down all the way and her pink nipples emerge. He takes one between two fingers and slowly twists it. I hungrily lick my lips and bend down to pop the free one into my mouth.
Mindy murmurs something unintelligible into the top of my head and I grin against her breast.
Taking hold of her hips, I push as deep into her as I can, at the same time giving her nipple a hard suck. She groans and then I straighten back up. I have to get a good view of the expressions on her face as I fuck her.
Mindy’s hand fumbles on the seat next to her as she attempts to grab hold of Ethan. He shifts to the side a little bit and unzips his pants. As soon as his dick comes out she grabs it and starts stroking it.
I pace myself, taking my time. Mindy’s walls clench around me, getting more swollen as she gets closer to her peak. I slow down and take it back, teasing both of us.
Ethan groans against her neck and she pumps him harder.
I jam into Mindy, letting loose and taking us both to the end. She explodes around my dick, wetness flowing out of her and a guttural moan leaving her throat.
Gasping for breath, I pull away from her and collapse onto the seat. The limo spins around me. I glance out the window. We’re still only about half way to Castle Hill.
Ethan is already grabbing hold of Mindy’s thighs and getting back down onto his knees. He spreads her legs and pushes his face against her mound, lapping and sucking at her clit.
She shakes her head side to side, more pleasurable noises leaving her. Just watching her face has me already getting hard again. I lick my lips and stare, amazed at just how quickly I’ve been turned on again.
Mindy grabs at Ethan’s head, pushing his face closer against her. He reaches up and runs his palm across her breasts and stomach.
Suddenly he pulls back and plunks back down onto the seat.
“Ride me,” he commands, staring up at her.
Her eyes get a little wider, the proposal exciting her. Ethan settles as far back into the seat as he can get and continues looking up at her. Mindy climbs up onto her knees and swings one leg over Ethan. The roof of the limo presses down against the top of her head and she has to tilt her face to the side a bit.
Her hands grasping at his shoulders, she slowly slides down onto him. He pushes his palms against her ass, urging her forward. She rides him slowly, her hips rocking back and forth.
Watching becomes unbearable. I have to touch her, to get my hands on her anywhere I can. I massage her thigh, going higher until I find her swollen clit. She gasps when I touch it. I apply more pressure, swirling it around in little circles.
Her palms go up to press against the roof. Over and over again she shoves herself off the roof and onto Ethan.
My free hand finds my dick and I stroke it, each pulse coming with a doubling of pleasure. Mindy’s cries get louder and Ethan begins groaning.
Wetness covers my hand on Mindy. She shakes and bucks against Ethan. I pump my dick harder, my balls getting tight. I explode, my own cry following her own.
She stills against Ethan, her back collapsing and her head falling down against the back of the seat.
I gasp for air and collapse into my own seat. Slowly Mindy climbs off of Ethan and settles between the two of us. I take her bare legs and swing them around so they’re resting across my lap. Her head falls against Ethan’s chest and he hooks an arm around her shoulder.
Mindy looks at me with heavy lidded eyes. I softly run my fingers up and down her legs. The space in the limo seems smaller than it was before, but it’s perfect. It’s comfortable.
I never want it to end.
Mindy sits up and looks at the window past me. “We’re almost to my house.”
Reluctantly, I retrieve her panties. She tries to put her legs down but I silently hold her in place and slip the underwear over her shoes and up her calves. Ethan lifts her hips so I can get them on her all the way.
“There,” I say, looking in partial satisfaction at her.
Mostly, though, I’m not happy at all. The three of us just had an amazing evening, one where we talked for hours and then had mind blowing sex in the back of the limo. It’s not the kind of night I can easily move on from. I want a repeat of it, and not every two weeks. I want these kinds of evenings as much as I can possibly get them.
I catch Ethan’s eye. Surely he knows what I’m thinking, but his own face is impossible to read.
I don’t want to be the guy always bringing up uncomfortable topics, but I’m starting to become him. Without Ethan on my side, this whole dynamic between the three of us makes me Bad Cop and Ethan Good Cop.
“I had a good time,” Mindy says, smoothing her hair and picking up her purse.
I swallow hard and tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “So did we.”
She stares at me for a long moment. Something flickers in her eyes, a softness I
don’t know if I’ve ever seen. Even years ago, the quality escaped her. When she was younger she was innocent, sure. Naive. Open eyed and brash. But now I notice a gentleness deep in her eyes, the kind born from experience, from seeing and living through real shit.
The flash of softness is quickly gone, though, and a second later the limo pulls to a stop. We’re at her house and there’s nothing left to say. All chances have passed by.
“Good night,” Ethan tells her.
She gives him a smile. “Good night.”
I start to get out of my seat. “Let me walk you to your door.”
“It’s fine,” she dismissively answers. “I’ve got it.”
Instead of going, she glances towards the front of the limo. “Do you think the driver… heard… anything?”
“Sound proof partition,” Ethan grins.
She flushes. “Oh. Nice. Well, good night.”
She climbs from the car and we watch her until she gets safely inside. Ethan climbs over to rap on the partition, signaling for the driver to go, and then he gets back into his seat.
“It’s sound proof,” he grins. “But not that sound proof.”
I don’t say anything. Likely the driver is used to hearing all kinds of sounds coming from the back of vehicles. Not that I care. There’s only one person on my mind, and she’s not about to leave.
“Relax,” Ethan says. “Things are great. Really, Zack. Why would you want anything to change?”
I still don’t have an answer.
11
Mindy
Katie pushes her sunglasses further up and wrinkles her nose. “I think I have the answer.”
I sit up straighter on the dog park bench and eagerly look at her. “You do?”
“Yeah.” She pointedly looks at me. “You need to go check yourself into a mental institution.”
My shoulders sag. “Don’t do that! I thought you were going to give me some real advice.”
“That is real advice, girl. You’re fucking crazy if you think you’ve got it bad because two hot billionaires want to bang you… at the same time.”
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