A Valentine for Two

by Lia Davis

  JP went to help. He slid three flutes towards Kent. At the pop and hiss of air escaping the opened cork, Carissa glanced up from her book, smiling. She loved champagne. Skipping to where the men stood, she placed her kindle on the table and grabbed a filled glass while JP and Kent poured their own. She smelled it, anticipating the taste.

  “Here’s to making this work for everyone.” Carissa smiled wide as she glanced over her drink, looking at her men. Both so different, yet so wonderful, and they were all hers. The beautiful bubbly taste slid down her throat, tickling her insides. She loved the taste, and even more, the sight before her. Kent and JP joked about something they had seen on TV, and she enjoyed watching them.

  After drinking, they returned to the couch, JP rubbing her feet now, pressing his thumbs into her instep as Kent read aloud from the paper. The fire crackled, giving the room a soft warm glow. A girl could get used to this. Kent’s fingers lazily threaded through her hair as he went back to reading to himself. She pulled her kindle up, trying to concentrate on reading again, though her thoughts turned to daydreams—ideas of what the future could hold for all of them. What it could be. Sure, she had read romances where two, three or four people lived together in a working relationship. But that was fiction. Right? Could they make this work? Would there be hurt feelings if she wanted to sleep with one over the other, or would they always sleep together? Shaking her head, she dismissed her thoughts, her fears, enjoying her current situation. This was more than enough.

  Chapter Four

  After a weekend filled with blissful sex and getting to know each other better, the trio had to return to their real lives. Carissa glanced about her apartment. She had spent the last week packing up essentials that would go to Kent’s with her. Her furniture and the things that weren’t needed would go into storage, and her apartment would no longer be hers. It was scary. What if things didn’t work out? It would leave her dependent on Kent and JP, and this was something she had always wanted to avoid in life.

  Ever since graduating high school, she worked hard to make her own way, to be independent. She then finished college with a business degree, she opened a book store and coffee shop. People could come in, buy a book, then sip coffee while reading. For a city with so much to offer, book stores weren’t very common in Buffalo. So, she had found success.

  That’s where she and Kent met. Every weekend for a month, he had come in, bought a book and coffee then spent the afternoon staring at her. By the time he worked up the courage to ask her out, she beat him to the punch. She giggled, remembering how big his eyes had gotten when he walked up, looking nervous, and she just blurted out to him, “Would you like to have dinner?” The rest was history.

  Now they were taking another big step in their relationship and bringing JP on the ride.

  A light knock on the door announced the guys. Wiping at a stray tear that found its way down her cheek, she stepped to the door.

  “Hey gorgeous,” JP said, quickly kissing her forehead. He brushed past her as Kent moved into view.

  “Are you alright?” His voice overflowed with concern. She nodded, weakly lifting her lips to him. He kissed her, holding her face in front of his. Those eyes bore into her, as if he knew she was lying. “I’m here if you need to talk. If you’re nervous about this, or have concerns, we can discuss it now.”

  She nodded slightly, stepping back so he could enter the apartment. Quietly shutting the door, she followed him into the living room. JP was already plopped down on the couch, stretched out. His dark blue jeans and white shirt, much as always, molded to his body, showing off the muscles he was so proud of.

  “Hey Riss, Kent said I could turn one of the empty rooms into a gym. How cool is that? We can work out together.” JP flexed his arms, eyes shining as he waited for her to laugh. Noticing the lack of expression, and sadness on her face, he turned serious. “You okay, babe?”

  She slid onto the corner of the coffee table as Kent settled onto the couch next to JP. “I will be. I suppose, I’m just nervous. What if it doesn’t work out? We’re giving up our homes. Our lives. It's just scary. Kent, I know how kindhearted you are, that you just want to take care of us because that’s what you do, but to me, it feels like, if I get dependent on you taking care of me, what happens when it’s over?”

  “Do you want it to end?” His serious tone shot straight to her heart, and pain clenched her chest.

  “Of course, not. I could not imagine a life without you both. But, what about marriage? Do either of you want to get married? That won’t happen in this relationship. None of us will be married. What about kids? Will we have any? Who’s daddy? It’s just, so much that I didn’t think of until I was home, packing up to leave life as I know it.” Settling her hands into her lap, she sighed. “I’m sorry.”

  “No, this is good. You’re correct Carissa. We should discuss these things. Most, there’s no way to know for sure how we want to deal until the time comes, like children. But for now, let’s answer what we can. Marriage. I’m ok with not being married. Though, if you do get pregnant, I would prefer you have my health insurance. Would there be a jealousy issue?” He glanced at JP.

  “Honestly, I never planned to get married. So to me, it wouldn’t matter. Knowing our beautiful Riss would be taken care of if something happens, that would mean a lot more to me than whose last name she has. You know? I don’t have parents pushing me to marry, worrying about a wedding. Kent, you do, and so does Riss. To me, it would make sense.”

  Carissa looked at JP, her mouth open with shock. She was unsure how to proceed. This was certainly something she hadn’t considered yet. Being so carefree, it was not often he came out with deep thoughts or overly logical thinking. She was impressed, and her body swelled with pride.

  “Alright, so that’s one concern down. What was the rest, darling?” Kent looked to her, waiting for a response.

  “What if it doesn’t work out? If you get sick of taking care of us? What will I do? I’m giving up my perfect apartment, my life basically. I’ve never changed who I was or given things up for a man. It’s quite a leap for me. It’s just hard for me to trust this decision.”

  “You still have your store, right? You’ll keep working? It’s not as if you’re going to be broke. The money you earn, is yours. By taking care of you both, I meant if you don’t want to work, you don’t have to. If you want to go shopping, I’ll treat. Want to go on a spur of the moment trip to Italy, I’ve got it. I don’t want your money. I do not want you paying for any bills. I would never leave you feeling as if you were stuck. I would also never want you to think you had no way out. Sure, I want us to be together for the rest of our lives. I hope nothing happens to draw us apart.”

  She sighed. He had all the right answers, but something still tugged at her brain. She was happy, this whole situation was perfect for her, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was.

  “I love you. I just want you to be happy,” Kent said seriously, his gaze boring through her.

  Carissa leapt from the coffee table, wrapping her arms around him. He nuzzled his face into her neck, closing his eyes. Kent’s senses were overloaded with everything that was her. The scent of spices and citrus, the warmth of her skin. Pulling back, her glossy wide eyes looked at him with glee. This was what he wanted, her and JP for the rest of their lives. Though he and JP started out as rivals, they had come to care for each other.

  “Hey, don’t leave me out, sugar,” JP stood, opening his arms to her. She giggled, moving towards him. After embracing, he stepped away. “Ok, let’s get this stuff moved, so we can go break in our new home.”

  Two hours later, all of Carissa’s belongings had been removed from the apartment and her keys turned in. As she spun around her new room at Kent’s, it felt right. Everything she owned was sitting in boxes. JP had moved in the day before, and his room was next to hers. Kent’s room was across the hall.

  Smoothing a hand over her long sleeve shirt and leggings, she quietly stalked i
nto the hallway. JP’s door was open, but he wasn’t inside. She leaned towards Kent’s room, and the men were both sitting on the bed, talking. JP had just returned from band practice, though they all thought he was going to be gone all night. She could tell from the serious tone of their voices and the snatches of conversation that his swift return caused Kent concern. Carissa had given them a bit of alone time, thinking JP would rather talk to a man then her. She hung back in the hallway, listening though.

  “Riss, you can come in. I know you’re out there,” JP’s saddened voice came from the room. She slunk in the doorway, looking around Kent’s room. She had been here before, but mostly at night and when they were in a rush to get into bed.

  “Yea, the guys in the band aren’t exactly supportive,” JP continued what he had been saying, “They think this is some weird kinky shit. I tried to explain the emotions, the feeling of us all being together, but they just don’t get it. I’m not sure what I want to do. I mean, I thought we were boys, they were my friends, but if they can’t understand this, if they aren’t supportive, then I should just get out. I don’t need the gay jokes, or being called a fag. Or them confusing it with some sort of bondage shit.”

  “Have you thought about playing solo? I mean, you write the songs, you sing, why not try it on your own?” Carissa’s heart broke at the thought of JP having to give up his music. It was his life, what he lived for. Seeing him on stage was like seeing a whole other person—the way his face lit up, the way his emotions poured through with every word he sang. She wanted to comfort him, but first, she wanted to see how Kent handled this.

  “I have, it’s just scary. So many people know me only through the band. I’m not sure I could make it on my own.” He shook his head, looking to the floor.

  Kent swung an arm across the man’s shoulders as Carissa moved towards them. He patted JP’s arm. “Let’s talk to some people and try? I mean, this was one of my fears about this relationship. Our friends and family not understanding it, not supporting us. I thought maybe they would just be fine enough with us being happy, but I get it. You’re a sort of manly man, you know? You have this rough alpha jock thing going on, and are going from the panty-dropping ladies’ man to having a long-term relationship, not only with one woman, but with a man, as well. Even in this day and age, it’s still hard for most people to look past.”

  Carissa couldn’t listen anymore. Tears fell down her face, as she watched the men before her. It killed her to know JP was hurting and she was part of the reason. Both men looked up, shooting to their feet. She knew what JP’s band mates meant to him. What music meant to him.

  “What’s wrong?” They asked simultaneously.

  “So, what’s the problem?” Kent demanded, stalking towards her. She waved him off though.

  “No one hurt me, I guess. More so, disappointed me. I guess, this is what was bothering me, it’s that I couldn’t quite explain. The way other people in our lives react to the situation, to us it’s hard to deal with, or make them understand.”

  “JP, I’m so sorry those assholes hurt you,” she cried out, brushing past the guys to the bed. She couldn’t understand why his band mates were so close minded. Being musicians, you would think they understood more than anyone. Apparently not.

  Throwing herself down, she stared at the ceiling. Kent’s bed was huge, king-sized with satin sheets and a large, warm comforter. She exhaled, patting the mattress next to her. “Come here, boys.” They surrounded her, JP laying on his side, head propped on a hand so he could look down at her, Kent laying his head near Carissa’s.

  “Babe, they’re just assholes, it’s no big deal. I guess I just never realized it until it turned towards me. I’m over it. If I can’t play, I can’t. It won’t kill me. Besides, this house guy thing is looking pleasant. I can sleep in, lay around, swim all day, work out? I’m definitely thinking about it.”

  “JP, you’d be lost without music, and we all know it,” she said, turning to look at him. He shrugged.

  “I could always play for you two.”

  “We will make it work. Just stop worrying. I promise you, we will figure it out.” Kent leaned down, kissing Carissa. Her worries faded away, and her tears dried up as their mouths twisted against each other, as if they couldn’t taste enough. His tongue slid into her mouth, lapping at her, insistent. JP’s hand roamed her body, cupping her heated core. Her pussy muscles clenched as his fingers press against her clit through the thin leggings. Her breath shuddered out of her mouth against Kent’s as he pulled away.

  “I want to watch.” He shifted off the bed.

  JP and Carissa looked at him in confusion.

  “I want to watch the both of you. JP, fuck her well. I’m offering you her first orgasm that always belongs to me.” He slowly began to unbutton the white dress shirt he wore, exposing his heated skin. JP licked his lips as Carissa’s body shivered with desire. Her juices soaked the thong adorning her body.

  “Now,” Kent commanded. His dominant voice shaking both into action.

  Carissa rolled, pushing JP onto his back as she straddled him. Her legs on either side of his waist, she shifted her body, rubbing her clit against the hard cock straining in his jeans. Her small hands worked up his tee, shoving the material up with her movement. Her fingers rubbed his skin, trailing the muscles. A moan came free from her throat as she closed her eyes, tossing her head back.

  JP grabbed at her hips, stopping her. He lifted her quickly, tossing her aside as he got onto his knees. Without pause, he grabbed the neck of his tee, yanking and shredding the material from his body.

  Kent groaned, looking at the hardened body now exposed. Tossing the torn shirt aside, he unbuckled his jeans, the cock springing free.

  “Commando?” Carissa asked with humor in her voice. His eyes darkened as he glared at her.

  “Making fun of me? I should spank you for that.”

  Her eyes glazed with lust.

  JP slid off the bed to rid himself of the jeans, and Carissa was already trying to yank her shirt over her head. His hands settled on her sides, head lowering as she struggled. His mouth found her breast, biting the nipple through her thin lacy bra. She paused, shaking, her body edging towards the precipice already. His touch drove her wild, but the fact that Kent was watching, turned her on so much, she could cum just from thinking about it.

  JP’s fingers ran along her sides, gripping her tightly. He moved them up, grabbing at her clothing, to rid her of it. Freeing her head, the tangled mess of hair flowed around her shoulders. His dick throbbed against his body, aching to be buried deep inside of her.

  Her clit ached, pulsing with need to be touched. JP shoved his fingers into the waist of her leggings and yanked them down, her thong following them. Her fingers found their way to her core. Pressing on her clit, she circled the nub furiously.

  “Hey,” Kent shouted. JP paused as he climbed onto the bed. Carissa froze, knowing what he was going to say. “I told JP that first orgasm belonged to him, not you. Now you have to be punished.” JP looked curiously at Kent. “JP, I want you to take your sweet time, bringing that beautiful pussy to orgasm. I want you to make her beg.”

  An evil glimmer flickered through JP’s eyes. “Take your bra off,” JP demanded. She quickly reached between her breasts, undoing the front clasp. JP snatched her wrists before she could fully remove the straps from her arms. Wrapping the material around and around, he bound her hands together with the bra, eliciting another moan from Kent.

  Carissa’s face flushed with passion. He covered her mouth, kissing her hard. As he moved his hand down her body, his thick fingers trailed along her cold skin, heating their way down to her thighs. Cautiously, he moved over her mid-section, without actually touching her core. She tried to move her hips, protesting against his mouth, but his other hand pushed her harder into the mattress. His tongue landing upon her cunt finally, sent shivers throughout her body. She couldn’t hold back the moans that slipped past her lips. Carissa wished for nothing more tha
n to press herself harder against him mouth, but the grip on her hips had not slackened at all.

  “Please,” she cried out, barely above a whisper. JP shook his head between her legs, his locks of hair brushing against her sensitive skin. At an achingly slow pace, his mouth captured her bud, sucking on it. Carissa’s excitement grew, building slowly from the pit of her belly. Abruptly, he stopped.

  “No, no,” she gasped and lifted her head to look down. The sight of JP between her legs caught her attention and heated opening. Kent sat in a large chair, his hand wrapped around his thick cock. Water pooled in her mouth just thinking of it. She snapped back to gaze at what was happening to her body, while JP slipped two fingers into her wet center. She shifted her legs, bringing them up since she couldn’t move the rest of her body. The digits twirled and moved inside of her, creating a frenzy. Her insides heated up to an unbearable fever pitch, exploding as his mouth landed back on her. She cried out so loud that JP froze before continuing. The orgasm exploded without warning, her body shattering, shaking violently as she clutched the sheet, pulling at the material beneath her.

  Pulling back, JP licked his lips, like a cat who just drank cream, his mouth curved in a wicked grin. Catching her breath, Carissa sat up, her fingers teasing his chin. He moved up, crawling over her legs and body. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, and he crushed his mouth against hers. Their passionate kiss removed the world around them.

  Carissa slid her leg up to wrap around JP’s waist. She shifted and pushed against him, twisting their bodies and rolling, so that she ended up on top of him. Pressing her hands into his chest, she moaned at the feeling of his muscles. Thrusting, she adjusted her position, pressing her juicy cunt against his cock. Her hips gyrated a little, sliding along the length of him. His rough fingers grasped at her, kneading into her breasts. Reaching between her legs, Carissa grabbed onto his shaft, slanting a gaze over her shoulder at Kent. As she stroked up and down, her body moving in time, his hand worked harder. She poised her opening over his hardened dick, slowly sinking on top of him. Once he was fully inside of her, she bucked her hips, her insides clamping down around him. Carissa sunk her fingers into JP’s heated flesh. She gyrated against him, the sounds of their skin connecting filled the room. Sweet scents of sex assaulted her nose as Carissa lifted her arms, grasping at her hair. Her arms moved to pull the long locks up from her neck, holding it above her head. She continued gyrating her hips, filling herself with JP’s cock. The feeling of him twitching inside of her, seeing him tip his head back, eyes closed in lustful pleasure, drove her wild. A new orgasm built inside of her.