*****
For a short period of time, having threesomes with Erick and Nathan became a guilty habit. It lasted about a week and a half to be exact. We would meet up at one of their houses, have an innocent dinner then have a threesome on the kitchen counter or the bedroom. One time, I climaxed twice in one round and it was the best feeling in the world. The hilarious part about it was that it was more of a “no strings” thing when it came to me and Nathan. But Nathan, on the other hand, has been catching his feelings back. Strongly. And I didn’t like it.
“You’re leaving?” Nathan shifted up from his bed, sitting on his butt. Erick went downstairs to the kitchen to grab some champagne but I didn’t want to stay. I actually wanted to go home and have a girls’ night with Veronica. I needed a break from all of this madness.
I turned to the disappointed-sounding man, slipping into my white blouse and blue jeans. “Why would I stay? Spend some time with Erick, I’m going to go home and relax now,” I said more harshly than I intended.
Nathan quickly shuffled out of the bed, grabbing onto my wrists with pleading eyes. “Come on, I liked spending time with you. At least have a glass of champagne first.”
“I don’t want to,” I said. I pulled away from his grip, his expression feigning hurt. “Don’t you think we spent enough time together lately?”
He blinked, puzzled. “I thought this was what you wanted. To spend time with me and work things out.”
I laughed dryly, running my fingers through my hair in attempt to tidy up. I grabbed my purse from the bed seat, hanging it on my shoulder. “Not anymore, Nathan. After everything, I kind of don’t want anything to do with you. Not in a romantic way, at least.”
“Melissa...” Sadness clouded in his green eyes, making them appear darker. “You can’t give me a second chance?”
I hesitated, getting lost in his eyes that always seemed to bring me in. Did I really not want to be with him anymore? Was I so disappointed by what’s been occurring to him lately that it turned me off and scared me away? I didn’t think I could deal with being with a bisexual man, let alone one that cheated on me with a man. Also, cheating on me with my ex-best friend, even though he didn’t know.
I shook my head at him, receiving the saddest expression from him. “I’m sorry Nathan...I don’t want us to work. I officially give up on us,” I breathed, not believing that I was saying this. I backed away from him to head towards the door, keeping my gaze fixed on him. “I’m getting over you... and I’m perfectly okay with things being that way.”
“Wait!” he yelled out, throwing out his hand for me to stop, but I kept going. Shooting him one last smile, I turned around and walked out of his room, ignoring the cries of my name behind me. It was time to let him go, it was for the best. If I didn’t let him go, I was sure I would just end up getting hurt again in the long run and that was a risk I wasn’t willing to take again.
As I was going down the long staircase with my wedges, Erick was coming up with a tray of glasses with champagne and fruits. He shot me a questioning look, following me with his eyes once I passed him. “Hey, what’s wrong? You look devastated.”
I snapped my head to him, realizing that I must have been in deep thought. He actually looked concerned as he stood there, shirtless with his amazing buff body. We hadn’t spoken in more than ten years and yet, he could still tell whenever something was wrong.
“Nothing’s wrong,” I lied smoothly before proceeding to go down the stairs.
“You can’t lie to me, Melissa,” he simply said from behind me, making me stop on my tracks. “Just because we haven’t spoken in years doesn’t mean I forgot how to read you.”
I turned around to look at him with a sigh. “This is going to be weird to say this to you but, I love Nathan. But I just can’t be with him anymore, and I don’t want to.”
He remained silent for a couple of moments, looking down at the tray before looking up at me again with his brown eyes. A strand of his blonde hair fell over his left eye as he did this. “And why was that so weird for you to say to me?”
My throat went dry since I was about to bring up the past. My thumbs started fiddling with each other but I stopped myself before he can catch on. “Because we used to be in love. I always thought you were the love of my life.”
His jaw tightened and his eyes grew cold and distant as he dozed off. Then, he picked at the pineapple on the tray and puts it in his mouth. “Well, you thought wrong. We got into a huge fight then you—”
I lifted up a palm at him, the memory too painful to reminiscence. “Stop. Don’t even talk about it, it’s old news. That was back when we were teenagers in high school.”
He shrugged. “‘My point exactly. So like I was trying to say, you don’t have to feel weird talking about love to me. You don’t have to feel weird because of the past or because we had awesome threesomes,” he lightly joked, a small smile tugging on his lips.
I laughed, a jittery feeling building in my stomach at the fact that we were kind of getting along again. He watched me intensely as he smiled, a weird tension forming between us. I cleared my throat, “So, I’m going to head home now. I wish you and Nathan the best of luck.”
“What?” He asked, looking up the flight of stairs before turning to me again. “Y-you think me and Nathan are serious?”
“Well, aren’t you? He’s in love with you, isn’t he?” I asked.
He raised his eyebrows. “He says he is but deep down, he will never get over you. I know it.” He smiled sincerely. I nibbled on my lip anxiously, coming to conclusion that I was the one breaking Nathan’s heart now. But what could I do? What goes around comes around. I was not going to run back to him out of pity or anything like that.
“Take care of Nathan for me, okay?” I told him, ignoring his confession. “I’ll see you around.”
I waved and before he could say anything else, I galloped down the stairs and left the mansion without one last look. At first, I thought it would affect me stronger but I haven’t thought deeper about the situation since I got home. Yeah, it sucks to let go of someone you love but sometimes, you have to do it to set yourself free.
In a matter of a month, everything was out of my mind. Nathan and I only shared small talk and it felt great not having any rush of emotions when we did talked. Erick had been trying to reach me but I couldn’t exactly talk to him. I felt like he was trying to relight up some old candles and I definitely was not looking forward to letting history repeat itself. I actually met a new guy at a restaurant, Kevin. He’s sweet, funny and honest, everything that I look for in a guy, and we connected so deeply. We have been hanging out a lot, and Veronica approves of him, too.
THE END
Bonus Story 15 of 50
Three of a Kind Desires
Damsel in Distress
Laura Ranger had come to Las Vegas looking for excitement and adventure. But she was not sure this was the kind she had been looking for.
“Look gentlemen, I won’t be able to serve you further. I have to cut you off,” she told the three drunk men in the VIP room. She was used to guys getting frisky. She served drinks in a casino after all, but this was getting out of hand.
“Ya hear that Mark? She says she can’t serve us anymore,” said the overweight man named James.
Mark, the handsome one laughed. “I think she is gonna serve us alright!”
He reached out to grab her and she moved back, but he got a hand full of her uniform vest and blouse. James and the third man Harry moved closer. Laura jerked backwards as hard as she could and the buttons ripped off of her vest and blouse, opening her clothes down the front. Laura kicked out connecting with Mark between his legs. He went down cursing and let go of her clothes. She staggered back and got the door open as James grabbed her vest from behind and she wiggled out of it stumbling into the hallway, running into a man in a tuxedo and they both fell to the ground.
“Help! They’re attacking me!” she cried out, struggling to get to her feet. S
he heard cursing and a few thumps and by the time she got turned around, leaning against the wall of the hallway, security came running up. She saw a second man in a sports jacket holding James in an arm lock while the other two drunks were trying to look like they had not been doing anything wrong. Laura tugged her blouse together over her exposed lacey bra, blushing. Fortunately, she knew the security chief who had arrived.
“The police are on the way. Thank you gentlemen for intervening,” Jason, her friend, told her two benefactors.
“Not a problem. We were passing by and heard someone cry out. Then the door came open and this lovely lady stumbled out followed by these rascals,” said the man in the jacket. He was a handsome man, standing just under six feet with brown hair and a neatly trimmed goatee. The man she had knocked down was straightening his tux and was equally handsome, but clean shaven with black hair. He was a little taller than his friend.
“I am Mr. Brock Wainright and this is Jack Norton. We are available for whatever you need to make sure these thugs get what is coming to them,” he told Jason. Laura was as startled as Jason looked. She had heard word of a new customer named Wainright. He was supposed to be a billionaire businessman who was in town for a week. The casino employees were told who to look out for to make sure they got especially good treatment. Laura looked from one man to the other, wanting to remember every feature so she would recognize them around the casino. It turned out that would not be a problem.
After assuring them she had not been hurt, Laura spent the next hour in a security room telling them what happened. They went over it three times and it matched what they could see on the security tapes. By then, the three “VIPs” had been hauled off to jail for assault and she assured the police she would press charges. She was told to come to the station in the morning to fill out the paperwork. As she left the security offices she was surprised to find Mr. Wainright and Mr. Norton waiting for her. She was glad Jason had got her a replacement blouse so she did not look so torn up.
“Hello, Miss Ranger. I wanted to invite you to dinner with us. I am sorry about what you had to go through and realized if it was me, I would be hungry,” he said with a devastating smile. She glanced over at Jason and he gave her an okay signal. The two men checked out.
“That would be delightful Mr. Wainright. I would like to join you and you friend. If I could have a moment to change out of my uniform I can meet you in the dining area,” she told them with a hesitant smile. She was not normally a woman who was hesitant about anything, but this man was reputed to be amazingly rich and exciting. They both smiled and agreed. When they had left, Laura turned to Jason.
“Thanks for showing up so fast. I was getting nervous.”
He squeezed her shoulder and smiled slightly.
“Are you sure you are alright Laura? That was a close call.” he asked.
“I will be fine. They didn’t get a chance to hurt me. These guys should be safe to have dinner with?” she asked.
“Yes, they were checked out when they signed in. Very rich, but they have no history of anything but civil behavior,” he told her. Laura smiled and thanked him again before going to change her clothes.
Laura looked herself over one last time before leaving the staff area. She always kept a good dress in her locker just in case something came up that required it. A red, modest dress to her knees with black heels and a black half jacket. She thought she looked good. It showed off her voluptuous figure without showing a lot of skin or looking trashy. She had put her hair up on the sides and fluffed it out in the back, liking the fall of her auburn locks. She took a deep breath and went out to meet the men who had saved her.
*****
Three of a Kind
Laura was led into the luxurious dining area by the maître’ d whose name was Gerard. He gave her condolences for her ordeal as she saw the two men stand as they approached her table.
“Thank you Gerard. I appreciate it. I will be alright,” she told him.
Laura was welcomed to the table by the two great looking men and after assuring them she was fine they ordered a bottle of Dom Perignon. She had never tasted it before and found it to be delicious. She sipped it and made small talk with the men. As usual, her over developed people skills were working in good order and they were almost easy to figure out.
Both men exuded a confidence and control that was obvious to her. They spoke of travels and places they had been, yet they did so without really saying much about themselves. Most clients at the casinos, especially the high rollers, could not wait to brag about who they were and what they did. These two told engaging stories without the bragging. This made them very interesting to her.
“So Laura tell us, how did you end up working a casino job in Vegas? You seem more the sort to be running it,” Jack asked casually.
“I was raised in northern California and once I finished my associates degree I realized I was bored. Vegas seemed like a good place for excitement and possibilities. Not to mention casinos are great places to people watch. You can learn so much just by watching what is going on around you,” she told them with a smile and a shrug. They both nodded and smiled as dinner was served.
“So what do you see around us here, my dear?” Brock asked before tasting the grilled veal. Laura took a bite of her Chilean sea bass (recommended by Brock) before answering. She had never tasted anything like it but kept the surprise off of her face. She could see that these two read people as easy as she did.
“Well Brock, two tables that way,” she tilted her head to the left, “the couple have never been in a place so fancy and are not sure how to act. Two tables that way,” Laura tilted her head to the right, “the man is cheating on his date and she has not picked up on it yet. It is pretty standard behavior here in Vegas,” she said. Both men looked surprised and glanced over without being obvious about it.
“How can you tell?” Jack asked curiously as he took a break from devouring his lobster tail.
“Well, mostly because he glances up nervously every time a pretty waitress goes by the table. He does not recognize her and relaxes. His poor date knows something is wrong, but has not figured out what it is yet,” she told them. They seemed impressed.
“Nice, did you notice the table to the right of the cheater?” Brock asked. Laura’s eyes flicked to them and away. It was two men, neither looked particularly comfortable, but they were shoveling down their food as if in a hurry. Their clothes were knock off suits and one of them had not shaved for a few days. She finished another bite of her food and took a sip of the amazing champagne and considered.
“They are like the first couple I mentioned. I don’t think they have been here before,” she decided out loud, her voice trailing off. As soon as she said it, it seemed off but she could not say how.
“I think that that is only part of it. I would guess they have realized they cannot afford such a meal. They probably realized after sitting down but did not want to be embarrassed by saying so to anyone,” Brock said thoughtfully. Another glance and Laura could see what he meant and noticed something else.
“They are a couple too. I hope it doesn’t end badly for them. They go good together,” she finished.
Her two dinner companions had not noticed that part of it and she felt like she had redeemed herself from her first decision about the couple. They were interrupted then when she saw her boss, the owner of the Casino Florence, coming towards their table. She began standing.
“Please, stay seated Miss Ranger,” he said.
She had never actually met him. She had only seen him when he was pointed out by the other employees of the casino. He was a short thin man who was obviously very aware of the affect his presence had on people. His mustached face showed confidence and control, like her companions, but it appeared less easy for him. He looked down at the three of them with a smile.
“I just wanted to apologize Miss Ranger for the treatment you were subjected to earlier. I have seen the security footage and I was appalled. I hop
e those men receive the full punishment they deserve,” he said formally to her as he ran a hand through his thick, black hair.
“Thank you Mr. Lander, that is nice of you to come and see me. I am glad these gentlemen were there to keep things from going too far,” she said.
“As am I. I wanted to let you know Miss Ranger that I am allotting you the next week off, with pay, due to the trauma you went through today. I hope nothing like that ever happens again and we are upping our security background checks to help ensure that very thing,” he told Laura to her surprise, she had never heard of that being done. Lander was well known for being a tightwad and she wondered why he would do such a thing. Lander turned to her table mates.
“I have comped the week for you gentlemen in repayment for coming to the rescue of my employee. You have done the Casino Florence a great service and it is very much appreciated,” he told Brock and Jack. They both murmured appreciation for his kindness and Mr. Landers said his goodbyes and left. They all glanced at each other. The men seemed surprised as well.
“That was interesting, I wonder what prompted that,” Jack said, almost as a challenge.
Laura smiled and glanced around the room. She realized many of the other diners had been watching the exchange.
“Public relations, I am thinking. I like how he had us remain seated so he could look down on us. It is strange though, from everything I have heard of him it is out of character,” she said thoughtfully.
They both nodded.
“It is,” Brock said. “I would wager there has been some news coverage so the need for PR might be higher than we know. It would look bad if one of his employees was assaulted and he did nothing for her,” Brock finished.
That made sense to Laura.
“We, however, believe you deserve the time off with pay. You are a lovely person Miss Ranger and we were glad to be of service, even if we hadn’t got the week on the house,” Jack said with a twinkle in his eyes.
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