Room For Three

by Melissa Silvey

  That makes Elise giggle. “Do you think my mom is pretty?”

  Charlie rolls her eyes, and turns her head to look at Asher. “I think your mom is very pretty,” Asher answers. Charlie looks exasperated, but happy. She’s trying to communicate something to him without words, and he doesn’t understand. But I do. Charlie doesn’t want Asher acting like a boyfriend around Elise. The way he’s staring at Charlie and her daughter makes it obvious that is going to be next to impossible.

  Anna steps into the room from the pantry, and announces, “I don’t have any more chocolate chips here, but I have plenty of sugar and butter. Maybe we can make sugar cookies.”

  “I think we have enough cookies for tonight, thank you Anna. Maybe tomorrow evening we can make another batch.” Charlie ruffles her daughter’s hair, but her eyes are glued to Asher. She can see it too. Anyone could. Asher’s already fallen for Charlie, and now he’s falling for Elise as well.

  “These are for my mom and Miss Anna, because they wanted pink,” Elise says, and begins to paint pink flowers onto more cookies.

  Rowan opens the sliding doors from the porch, and says, “The chicken and steaks are on the grill. Are the vegetables cleaned and peeled?”

  “They’re in the sink,” Charlie answers.

  “Oh, Mr. Peyton,” Rowan exclaims when he finally notices me. He walks toward the sink without offering to take my bag. “You can have the green bedroom.”

  I don’t even know which one the green bedroom is. I’ve only ever been in one bedroom here, and that’s Asher’s. It, like his penthouse, is pristine white with a huge bed and not much else, except a big closet and an even bigger bathroom. Asher likes to shower, and he likes to have a nice room to do it in.

  Although I’ve been here many times, I feel like the outsider. I feel like they are in a bubble of joy, and I’m the grumpy person watching.

  “How do you like your steak, Elise?” Rowan bends down to ask her, his hands full of assorted chopped vegetables and aluminum foil.

  “I don’t eat steak, Mr. Rowan, because it comes from animals. I’ll have chicken instead,” she says proudly.

  Everyone in the room opens their mouths at the same time, but Charlie puts her finger to her lips and silences their corrections with a loud, “Shhhh!”

  Rowan chuckles as he returns to the porch. Anna giggles, and sighs, “Kids.”

  Asher still wants to say something, but Charlie throws him a dirty look, and he quietly sips his red wine.

  “Well, I will just carry my bags to the green bedroom,” I comment, and open the door.

  “I’ll help you. You’re on the third floor,” Asher says, just as I’m stepping into the dining room. The house is huge, as would be expected for a man with Asher’s wealth. There are three floors, with the entire upstairs consisting of the master bedroom suite, along with a second, smaller bedroom suite.

  I look over my shoulder as I make my way up the stairs, and he returns my gaze. Flashes of catching the two of them in bed together flit through my mind. I remember what I wanted to do to him. When we’re at the top of the stairs, I allow him to walk past me. He opens the door to the second bedroom, and steps aside.

  As soon as I’ve dropped my bag onto the floor, I pin him to the wall. I’m staring into black eyes that look surprised, and excited. “I’ve missed you,” I tell him, right before I lean in to kiss him.

  “Pey-“ he murmurs, but as soon as my lips are on his, he’s silent. I sweep my tongue past his lips, shoving it in and out roughly. He’s compliant, allowing me to kiss him deeply. This is not what I want, though. I want what I saw when he kissed Charlie.

  I pull away from him, and as I look into his eyes I demand, “Kiss me like you kiss her.”

  He seems confused. “I don’t know what you mean,” he counters.

  “I think you do,” I insist. When he still doesn’t move, I brush my lips against his neck and whisper, “Pretend I’m her.”

  His hands move up my arms, and bury themselves in my hair. He cradles my head, holding me where he wants me, and closes his eyes as he moves his lips toward mine. Then he touches them gently together. My body reacts, my stomach muscles tighten up and my cock twitches. He parts my lips, and slowly, achingly, explores my mouth. He flicks the tip of his tongue against mine. He tugs at my hair lightly as he kisses me.

  He’s making my insides shake, and my toes curl. The feeling of ecstasy he is drawing out of me almost shocks me. He moves away, so that I feel his breath against my lips. Almost drunkenly I open my eyes, and when I’m staring into his, he asks me, “Do you like that?”

  “I… uh…” He moves his lips down, over my throat. I can’t answer. I can’t think. But I remember the look in his eyes when she took his long hard cock into her mouth.

  I fall to my knees in front of him. “Peyton,” he murmurs a low protest. But I want it. I want him to look at me the way he looked at her. Hurriedly I undo his pants, and grab his big tool as I release it so it doesn’t smack me. And then, I suck it into my mouth.

  He leans his head back against the wall, and thrusts his hands into my hair again. “Peyton.” This time my name on his tongue is not a protest, it’s a moan of pleasure.

  I lick, and suck, and tease his big cock, listening to his murmured encouraging words. He looks like he’s in heaven, and I’m the one who is taking him there this time. I’m so engrossed in making him feel good I don’t hear Charlie climbing the steps.

  “Hey ya’ll, supper’s almost…”

  “Charlie,” Asher says, almost guiltily, and tries to pull away.

  I look toward the door, with his dick still in my mouth. Her eyes are almost as wide as her mouth. I’m not sure if she’s shocked, or aroused.

  Until she steps inside the door, and closes it behind her. I hear the lock click.

  “Food can wait,” she mutters, as she walks toward us.

  “Kiss me, Charlie,” Asher pleads.

  Before she complies, she looks down at me. I want to tell her no. I want to greedily, jealously do this with just the two of us. But his eyes are practically burning into her. He wants her, and I can’t say no. No matter how badly I want to, I can’t.

  Because I want to give Asher what he wants. And he wants us both.

  I nod slightly, and she stands beside him, touches her tiny hands against his bare stomach, and kisses his lips. I feel his cock get harder in my mouth.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  I know that Elise is downstairs, in a strange place. I know that Anna will not let her get hurt. I know the cookies will only keep her distracted for a few minutes. But I’ve never seen anything as sexy as what I just walked in on. The look on Asher’s face was pure bliss. And Peyton looked so surprised, and just a bit proud of himself.

  I’m kissing Asher, with one hand on his flat stomach. But the other hand can’t stop itself from drifting downward. Asher hisses loudly when my fingertips brush along the base of his cock. But Peyton’s hand is moving up and down on it as well as his mouth, so I move it down toward his balls. He tenses up immediately. Peyton wasn’t lying when he said Asher likes it.

  As soon as I do it, I feel Asher’s hands on my ass. Then, he’s shoving one into the back of my sweatpants, and the other is searching under my t-shirt. I didn’t expect this. I didn’t expect him to start getting me all aroused. I thought I’d just kiss him, and watch the show, until he came, well, in Peyton’s mouth.

  “Asher,” I sigh. Elise, I want to say, but he’s staring at me with his dark eyes, and he’s pinching my nipple. “Hurry.” I can’t say no.

  “Yes, ma’am,” he replies, and shoves a finger inside me.

  I gasp, and throw my head back. The next thing I know, my pants are being jerked down, and one of Peyton’s hands is on me too. He’s flicking at my clit, while shoving a finger inside me from the front, and Asher’s reaching his hand down and fingering me from behind.

  “Uhhh…” I moan.

  “You’re so ready for me, sweetheart,” Asher murmurs again
st my ear.

  “Looks like she’s ready for anything right now,” Peyton agrees. My eyes go wide as I look down at him, and find him rubbing Asher’s big cock while staring up at us.

  “It will have to wait until tonight. We can’t stay up here much longer,” Asher states. I think we’re all three in a state of arousal where we don’t want to stop. We all three stare at each other, unsure of what to do next.

  “Get down on your knees, both of you,” Peyton orders. My eyes move to him, and he’s smiling. He has something planned. I kneel down beside Peyton, and Asher follows. He is hurriedly unbuttoning his pants, and pulls out his cock as well. I don’t know where this is going, though.

  We’re all three down on our knees on the floor, and now we’re very close to each other. “Suck his cock,” Peyton groans. We’re looking at each other, and he leans forward too. “Finger her pussy, Asher. And you, dear girl, you can jerk my cock.”

  Peyton and I are both sucking Asher’s big cock, our tongues intertwine as we do it. I’m rubbing Peyton’s dick with both hands. He’s got one hand again on my pussy from the front, and Asher is ramming two fingers into me from behind. We’re all three moaning and wiggling, trying our hardest to find release.

  Until Asher says, “I’ve fantasized about both of you sucking my cock, but I imagined doing it in my bed. Both of you look so hot, I’m going to come everywhere.”

  Peyton grabs my hair, and pulls my face toward Asher’s cock, so that I’m sucking him deep into my mouth. “Come down her throat. I’ve already done it. It’s your turn.”

  “She’s so pretty with her mouth full of my cock,” Asher moans.

  I’m rocking up and down on their fingers, while jacking Peyton. I feel his hand on Asher’s balls.

  Peyton gasps loudly, then says, “Watching this is so fucking hot. I’m gonna come.”

  “I don’t think she’s going to come. I think we’ll have to both work her tonight,” Asher says. “Do you want her ass, or her pussy?”

  “You know I’m an ass man,” Peyton replies with a chuckle.

  Asher is looking at me as he’s talking dirty to me, his dark eyes sparkling as mine grow wider and wider. Damn he’s enjoying this. And suddenly, without warning, he’s pouring come down my throat.

  Peyton grabs one of my wrists and holds my hand out flat. “I’m coming,” he announces. And as soon as he says it, I feel the thick fluid coating my palm. “I think she’s coming too.” He’s right. My muscles are getting tighter, and tighter, and my entire body is shaking.

  “I think she’ll come a lot tonight. I think I’ll make sure of it.” Asher sounds so confident.

  “Good thing I brought the ball gag,” Peyton chuckles.

  “Oh, fuck,” I moan, as I come on their fingers. Peyton immediately kisses me, delving his tongue into my mouth as if he wants to taste Asher there.

  They both slowly, gently remove their fingers from my clenched hole.

  “I need the bathroom,” Asher exclaims, as he begins to pull his pants up with one hand.

  Peyton pulls away, his hazel eyes alight as he chuckles. “He’s a neat freak. You’ll get used to it.”

  “I have to get downstairs.” I don’t know how I get the words out. It’s somewhere between a sigh and a moan.

  “You go do whatever you need to do, girl. Tonight your ass is mine.” He stands up as he says it, and his thick cock is right in front of my face.

  I’m as turned on as I am afraid. I mean… I kinda thought this is where two men and a woman would eventually go. But am I ready for it?

  “Wash your hands, sweetheart,” Asher orders.

  “Neat freak,” Peyton echoes, and winks at me as he puts his finger, the one I assume that was inside me, into his mouth. “All clean.” He laughs, and opens the door to head toward the stairs.

  Holy shit, what have I signed up for?

  *****

  “I never knew I’d like blue frosted chocolate chip cookies this much,” Peyton says, when I enter the kitchen. He’s leaning into the island where Elise lined up all the cookies in a row, licking blue frosting off that finger. I groan when I see him doing it.

  Elise is helping Anna set the table, with china that looks more expensive than her college education might be, and real silver flatware. “You’ll spoil your dinner, Mr. Peyton,” Elise scolds him.

  “Be careful,” I say to her, as she walks past me with a plate, a bowl, and silverware. I close my eyes, to try to hide my embarrassment.

  But as soon as she’s in the other room, Peyton stalks toward me like a jungle cat. “Do you want a taste,” he asks, and offers a fingertip full of blue frosting.

  “Um… I… Uh…” I mumble.

  Elise returns to get the last place setting, and Peyton raises his eyebrows and shoves the finger into his own mouth.

  “Did you kiss my mom?” Elise demands when she’s standing near Peyton.

  “Why would you think that?” Peyton asks, his voice suddenly serious.

  “Because her face is red, and you’re smiling. And when a boy kissed a girl on the playground two days ago, that’s how they looked,” Elise answers him. She looks very smug, as if she now knows all about kissing.

  “Would you be very mad if I kissed your mom?” Peyton counters, with a sassy attitude.

  “Well, I think Mr. Asher might be mad, because he held my mom’s hand while he was helping her into the back of the really big car.” She tilts her head to the side as she says it, as if proving a point. And then she grabs the dishes and carries them in to the other room.

  “Fuck,” I grumble.

  “What? You should be very, blissfully happy right now,” Asher says as he struts into the room. “I know I am.”

  “Me too,” Peyton agrees, and offers a finger full of icing to Asher.

  Asher scowls at him. “Not before dinner. And you really should wash your hands.”

  “And I thought you were blissfully happy,” Peyton pouts, as he walks toward the sink.

  “I am,” Asher remarks, and winks at me. He places his hand on top of mine on the island, but I pull away quickly. He sighs loudly.

  At that moment, Elise enters the room. “Dinner is ready and the table is set.”

  “What would you like to drink, angel?” I enquire as I walk toward the fridge.

  “I already have milk on the table. Come on!” she answers, as she heads back into the dining room.

  “I’ll have…”

  “White wine,” Asher finished.

  “There’s a bottle of rosé I put away for a special occasion,” Peyton says as he bends down to search around in the wine fridge under the island, and rubs his cheek against my knee. “Here it is!” He stands up abruptly, and he’s right beside me. “Do you know how to open a bottle of wine, Miss Charlotte? You shove it in as hard as you can, screw, and then pull.”

  I believe my face might turn beet red at his double entendre. To make it worse, Asher reaches into a drawer, and grabs something. He hands it to Peyton, right in front of me, and says, “Here’s the screw.”

  Is it always going to be this way with them?

  “I’ll pour the wine at the table. You go have a seat.” Peyton is looking at me as he’s opening the foil cover. Asher opens the door, and places his hand out for me to enter.

  So, they can be total jerks, and chivalrous gentlemen at the same time?

  Asher pulls a chair out for me, to his left and beside Elise. When I’m seated, he pushes it in, and almost kisses the top of my head. I try not to smile as I place my napkin in my lap. Then I glance over at Elise, who is watching everything the adults are doing intently.

  “You did a fantastic job setting the table, young ‘un. I’m proud of ya.”

  “Anna showed me how when you were upstairs. What were you doing up there?” Her little voice is curious, and maybe a tad bit accusatory.

  “I had to show your mom where the bathroom is, after she found Peyton and I in the spare bedroom. The house is very big,” Asher answers her. />
  “Yes, and it’s right beside the ocean! After dinner, we can walk on the beach, and then come back here and have dessert!” The excitement of the sea seems to have made her forget that her mom was lost upstairs with two men.

  Asher reaches for the salad bowl and comments, “Dinner looks lovely.”

  Elise pipes up, “I helped Anna with the salad. She said tomorrow for lunch we’d have corn on the cob, and I could help her shuck it.” Immediately Elise brings up the questions I was hoping she’d avoid. “Do you have kids, Mr. Asher?”

  My attention moves from the chicken I’m cutting for Elise, to Asher. “Not all adults have kids, Elise. It’s not required.”

  “Do you want kids?” she continues.

  Peyton, who is now standing beside Asher pouring the wine, looks down at him and asks, “Yes, Asher, do you want children?”

  Elise’s green eyes are surveying Asher, almost as if she’s a prosecuting attorney questioning a suspect. Peyton’s expression isn’t any less severe.

  “Would you two leave him alone?” I try to sound playful, but it comes out sounding a little desperate. Am I afraid of his answer? I didn’t even have to try to explain to him why the penthouse wouldn’t be a good environment for Elise. The pristine white décor would be destroyed after an hour with an eight-year-old. But just because he thought far enough ahead to plan their first meeting at the beach, it doesn’t mean he wants to start the adoption process. I mean, we’re not even dating. Are we dating?

  But he looks my daughter right in the eye, and explains in a very patient tone, “I haven’t really thought much about children until recently, to be honest. But it seems I’ve been thinking about it a lot more lately.”

  Abruptly he turns his mystical eyes to me. I see a desire so deep it almost scares me. He captivates me with those eyes of his, as if we’re the only two people in the universe.