Housekeeping

by Summer Cooper

  “There’s plenty of time for that still,” she said. “For now we seriously need to rest before we fall apart. It’s been a busy week.”

  “You can say that again, although I feel like ‘busy’ doesn’t even begin to describe the turmoil,” Nick said.

  “Yeah, it’s been a bit chaotic,” Adam admitted. “Sorry about that. It hasn’t exactly been easy for any of us I suppose. I was so scared of losing you. I don’t know what I would’ve done.”

  “Oh Adam, you’d never lose me.” She smiled, kissing him sweetly. “You two have always been my rock, my place to come home to. Though who knows what’s going to happen next.”

  “Whatever we want,” Nick said. “As long as it involves all three of us.”

  “Are you okay with that? I didn’t know how to bring that up… I can’t choose,” Jacky said.

  “You don’t have to,” Adam said. “There’s been enough drama, this is our happily ever after.”

  “So what? We’re just going to live here and hang out all the time, eating take-out and fucking?” Jacky laughed.

  “That sounds like the best plan you’ve had all day,” Nick said, picking her up mid-bite and throwing her over his shoulder.

  “Put me down, you silly man!” She pounded her fists into his back, laughing and pretending to be angry but failing.

  “Nope, you’re coming with me. You’re ours now. You’re never leaving this house.” He carried her up the stairs, ignoring her pleas to be put down.

  “That’s bizarre. How would we live? How would we eat?” Jacky squealed as they ran up the stairs.

  “We’d just order in, silly.” Adam laughed as he followed them up the stairs, take out box still in the one hand. “Have we not just planned that part?”

  “And my studies? When can I live my life?” she asked as he flung her down on the bed. Unlike Adam, he had an actual bed in his room with beautiful pillar posts and pure white sheets, immaculately made.

  “Whenever you feel like it. You will never want for anything, Jax, not a thing.” Nick lay down next to her in the bed, pulling her close in a loving embrace.

  “Is this really my life?” she asked, pulling Adam closer as he climbed onto the bed as well. “I am so happy,” she said jubilantly.

  “Yeah, you can study, we’ll work on the new app. We’ll come home in the evenings, order whatever your heart desires and spend all evening doing exactly this and whatever else we want. It will be perfect,” Adam said.

  “And you guys won’t mind? Mind this. All of this,” she lay nestled between the two men who held her close as their hearts beat in unison. “All of us?”

  “It’s the only way it can be. I see that now,” Nick replied, kissing her forehead gently. “I’d rather share you than not have you. You both. My life wouldn’t be complete with one of you missing.”

  “That’s deep, Nick,” Adam laughed. “Isn’t that usually my vibe?”

  “Don’t be an asshole, Adam,” Nick fake slapped his friend.

  “Sorry, but you’re right anyway,” Adam replied. “There could be no other ending to this happy fairytale. This will be our castle and Jax our princess. What more could anyone want for?”

  “Okay, never mind, that’s proper deep. I’ll leave the monologues to the professionals next time,” Nick joked.

  “So, does that make you my princes?” Jacky asked.

  “Nope, we’re your bodyguards who you are secretly fucking on the side so you could have all the power,” Nick answered.

  “That’s silly, I’m not fucking anyone on the side. I want to be the main chick!”

  “Fine, you can be the queen then. Our queen! We’ll buy you a castle!” Adam exclaimed, jumping up on the bed. “Let’s buy a castle!”

  “It won’t be close to the office,” Jacky said.

  “We’ll buy a new office!” Adam responded.

  “You’re mad!”

  “We can do what we want,” Nick agreed.

  “Is that so? And what do you want to do?” Jacky asked coyly.

  “Two guesses,” Nick smiled, rolling her on top of him and kissing her passionately.

  “I think she only needs one.” Adam laughed.

  She pulled Adam down towards them. “I will always need two. Always. This love story has room for three.” She kissed them both tenderly.

  “So is this what ‘love’ feels like then?” Nick asked, smiling.

  “I have no idea, but I hope so.” Jacky smiled back.

  “It’s definitely taken us long enough to get here,” Adam said.

  “And I thought making that app was us finally making it. But this is much better,” Nick said as he opened Jacky’s robe and pulled the material off her clean, naked body.

  “Oh wow, is this the taming of the whore?” Jacky asked. “You being the whore of course, not me.” She smiled, grabbing his neck and kissing him through her words.

  “Hey, nobody is a whore here. What’s the point of labels anyway,” Nick replied.

  “The only label I want is ‘happily ever after’,” Jacky said, running her fingers through Nick’s hair and pulling Adam closer for a kiss.

  “I’m sure we can help you out,” Adam said, smiling as he dropped his hand to her waiting crotch, lovingly caressing the warmth of her center.

  “Two heads are better than one?” Jacky grinned.

  “I don’t know, you’re the one who’s had two at the same time, you tell us,” Nick said naughtily, biting down tenderly on her nipple.

  “Well, in that case, I have to say that I can present conclusive evidence that two is indeed better than one.”

  “I think we might require further research,” Adam said, plunging a finger inside of her.

  Jacky moaned, laughing in ecstasy as the men hungrily devoured her once again. “Agreed.”

  “Sounds like a good research topic,” Nick said.

  “We might have to run various scenarios to be sure,” Adam said, winking at Nick.

  “Good thing we got your passport sorted, Jax.” Nick winked back at his best friend, colleague and now partner in the best relationship he’d ever had.

  “Good, and here I thought we’d never be leaving the bedroom,” she grinned, face twisted in a pleasured grimace.

  “Oh, there are many bedrooms in many cities and planes, my darling Jax,” Nick said, kissing her deeply. “And we intend to take you to every single one.”

  “When will we rest?” she asked.

  “When we black out in a passionately spent post-coital mess,” Adam responded, removing his finger to slide in his ready cock.

  “That’s beautiful, screw the apps, you should write poetry.” Jacky laughed, gasping in between as he pushed himself further into her.

  “I prefer screwing you and then maybe writing some apps later on.” Adam smiled, sliding his hands under her firm behind to push her closer to him.

  Nick laughed. “Maybe we should give up the financial stuff and move into the sex industry. They always did say sex sells, what do you think, Adam?”

  He groaned as his body neared climax.

  “I’d take that as a yes,” Nick laughed, watching the look of pleasure spread over Jacky’s face as she neared her peak. He felt no jealousy, just happiness in watching her elation. His hand moved quickly over his cock as he watched her come…

  It was only the beginning of the new chapter.

  But it was going to be a good one.

  The End

  Part II

  2 Choices

  Contemporary Romance

  About the Book

  Kelly Burch had noticed the rugged and sexy Aaron Davis for three days. He had begun eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner at the diner where she worked between classes at Arizona State University. He was mysterious and mostly kept to himself, always ordering the same meal.

  Kelly has always been intimidated by good looking guys. She has always been a bigger girl who is used to being resigned to the friend zone with any guy she is remotely interested in. So
when the enigmatic and sexy stranger shows an interest in her and asks her out, she thinks it’s a dream come true.

  Aaron is an MMA fighter who is in training for his next big fight, just a month away. Kelly knows nothing about the world of Mixed Martial Arts, but she finds herself becoming more enamored with the sport—the blood, sweat, and tears that go into becoming a warrior. She is so entranced with Aaron’s passion for the sport he loves and his overall passion for life, that she finds herself falling for the handsome stranger.

  After her first date with Aaron, Kelly has a tire blowout on the freeway. She is stranded alone, well past midnight. She is about to call Aaron to come to her rescue when a mysterious stranger on a motorcycle stops to help her. His name is John. He is as rough around the edges as Aaron is the All American boy, but there is something so magnetic and enticing about John. He is sexy, dangerous, and mysterious—the quintessential bad boy come to life.

  Kelly is floored when he expresses interest in her as well. Can Kelly handle the stress of juggling two very dominant men? Especially when these two men have a dark history together that is sure to add sparks to this love triangle in the making.

  Kelly will find out that broken promises are sometimes necessary in the dangerous game of love.

  Chapter Twelve

  Kelly Burch sat the cup of coffee down in front of the handsome young man and tried not to linger too long. The guy was so ridiculously good looking that she was having trouble focusing on not spilling the scalding hot coffee all over him. She had become overly aware of every single movement she was making. It really felt like she was on display and one wrong move was going to publicly shame her for life so that she would never be allowed to show her face in public ever again. Not that she was being overly dramatic about the whole thing, but she had always had an impending sense of doom whenever she was around a hot guy. The nerves kicked into overload and the only thing that ever seemed to cure this was a few cups of Bailey’s on the rocks. Yes sir, after a few cups of sweet Bailey’s she was ready to perform the dance scene from “Flash dance” at the drop of a hat.

  Although, she wasn’t sure why she was nervous. It wasn’t like a guy like that would ever be interested in her. Bigger girls did not get noticed by sexy, athletic looking guys. He had barely looked up at her the entire time she had been waiting on him. He was probably just hoping that she wouldn’t open her mouth to try to make enticing conversation. The man seemed intensely focused on his phone. She had wanted to be nosy without making it obvious and she had glanced at his screen. He was reading news from the UFC website. The guy liked fighting. Well, she knew nothing about cage fighting. She had watched it a few times in passing on late night television, but other than the fact that they were hot, sweaty guys she didn’t really stomach the violence all that well. She just couldn’t see what was so entertaining about two guys beating the hell out of each other. Kelly had always been a bit passive and she couldn’t tolerate the sight of blood. One small glance at blood and she felt shaky.

  This was the third day in a row that he had come into the diner for breakfast and he had ordered the same thing each time. By now she knew his diet by heart. Especially since he had also come in for lunch and dinner the past two days as well and he ordered the same thing for those meals, respectively.

  Breakfast was six eggs, over medium, four slices of wheat toast, a bowl of oatmeal with fruit, and an order of home fries. Lunch was six ounces of chicken breast, a baked potato with butter and sour cream, and an order of asparagus. Dinner was the same thing except he would order sirloin steak instead of chicken. Seemed like a pretty bland diet to her, but again maybe that was why she constantly struggled with her weight. She just didn’t have the discipline to stick to anything that restrictive long term.

  The man was always dressed the same; he wore a grey muscle shirt, over a pair of sweatpants. He also wore a grey hoody he draped over the chair, thankfully, so Kelly was able to marvel at his exceptional muscle tone. Every time he moved his arm she saw the bulge in his bicep, flexing with implied strength and fitness. She wanted to touch it and squeeze it. And she wanted it to lead to touching and squeezing other things.

  Kelly walked back to her station behind the counter and waited for the next order to come up, which looked to be about finished. She let out a big sigh and tried not to make her repeated glances to the man at the table too obvious, but the man was gorgeous. She just could not help herself.

  She had fantasized about him ever since she laid eyes on him. Fantasy was about the only thing she had going on nowadays. She had been told she was attractive and she knew she was, but the fact remained that chubby girls were just not hit on that often by guys. She admired the other girls in her friend circle because they were all sexy and shapely. She was the fat friend; the odd one out and she was plain tired of it.

  Kelly had tried every diet and she’d had success, but the weight always came back on eventually. It was like a constant tug of war with her own body and she was sick of the whole thing. She had pretty much given up and decided that she didn’t care anymore. But a part of her did care. Every time she saw a man like this that she would die to go out with she felt immensely ashamed of herself, which ironically made her want to eat more.

  “So, has the stud asked you out yet?”

  Kelly laughed and smiled at her best friend Amy Callahan. She and Amy had become fast friends after Kelly started working at Gus’s café about six months ago. Kelly admired the way Amy was so confident and comfortable in her own skin. Of course, Amy was beautiful and slim. She could have any guy she wanted, but for some reason she stuck with Rich Benson, whom she had dated for the past three months. Rich was a total jerk. Why Amy put up with his garbage was a mystery to Kelly.

  “Very funny,” Kelly said.

  “Why not just talk to him. Turn on the charm, girl. Some guys need to be pushed to see what’s in front of them,” Amy said.

  “I can’t do that. I try, but the words just won’t come out of my mouth.”

  “You are over thinking it. There is no rocket science to this; it’s just conversation.”

  Kelly grabbed her order off the rack and took it out to her other table. She sat the food down, checked to make sure it was all ok, and left the check. Grabbing the coffee off the counter, she made her way back to the stranger’s table to refresh his cup.

  “Go get him, girl,” she heard Amy saying behind her.

  Kelly took a deep breath and made sure to carefully plant one foot in front of the other as she slowly made her way to his table. She knew that Amy was right. Even though she was a bigger girl and it definitely made her dating life more difficult, she knew that she put herself down too much. She needed to work on her confidence and at least put herself out there more.

  She carefully poured the coffee into his cup, refilling it to the brim. She wanted to say something—anything—but nothing came to mind and no words tumbled out of her mouth.

  “You go to Arizona State?”

  The man spoke to her. He had actually spoken real words to her. She had stopped mid step and she became aware of how awkward looking her body position was. She slowly and in a very nonchalant manner turned around to look at him. Her brain scrambled for something intelligent to say.

  “Excuse me?” That was all she managed.

  “You have an Arizona State sweatshirt,” the man said. His voice was deep and hard sounding, but exited his lips in a quiet rasp.

  Kelly’s mind went blank. She glanced at her outfit and confirmed what she had thought; she was not wearing her Arizona State sweatshirt right then. She was feeling a bit lost and confused at the moment.

  “I’m sorry. I saw you leaving work the other night and you were wearing that sweatshirt.”

  A lightbulb went off in Kelly’s head.

  “Oh, yea. I do go to Arizona State.”

  “They have a great wrestling team. We won all conference when I was there.”

  “Oh, wow. That’s great. I don’t know much about
wrestling…” Kelly began, wishing she had watched a lot more wrestling.

  “I’m Aaron by the way,” the man said. He extended his hand and she reciprocated, feeling his hardened, strong hand gripping hers. It felt like someone had flicked a light switch as a current of attraction and lust loomed throughout her body in one solitary instantaneous flash.

  “I’m Kelly,” she said. She felt a bit embarrassed telling him her name since it was clearly marked on her name tag. Was that stupid? Or was she just being polite? She was drowning out here and she needed a life boat. She glanced around nervously, and spotted Amy out of the corner of her eye cheering her on with a thumbs up and a slight little dance.

  “It’s nice to meet you Kelly. I figured I should introduce myself since we are going to be seeing a lot of each other.”

  “What?”

  “Well, I’m in training, so I’m on a pretty specific diet, in case you haven’t noticed. I don’t cook, and I really love the food here. So we will be seeing each other a bit, I suspect.”

  “Oh, ok. I did notice you’ve been here every day the past few days. What are you in training for?” Kelly asked about to wet her pants. She was actually engaging him in conversation. Maybe some of Amy’s incessant nagging had started to wear off on her.

  “I’m an MMA fighter. Are you familiar with Mixed Martial Arts at all?” Aaron asked. He took a sip of his hot coffee and gulped it satisfyingly. Kelly found herself too focused on his lips.

  “I’m not really, just what I’ve glimpsed on TV. It’s all a bit violent for me.”

  “It looks that way—I mean it is fighting, after all—but it’s really just like a human Chess game. It is the rawest form of competition. There is no team or anyone helping you. It’s just you and the other guy in the cage. It’s a rush you just can’t imagine.”

  “Wow, I’ve never thought of it that way. That’s beautifully put.”