Fire & Ice: A Ménage Fantasy

by Chance Carter

  “Oh, you mean this call wasn’t just about phone sex?” she teased, brushing off his avoidance.

  “Nah, that was an added bonus,” he chimed back, “I have next weekend off and was thinking about heading out of town for a few days for some R & R. Do you want to come with me?”

  “Relaxation and Romance?” she quipped flirtatiously.

  A weekend away with Leo sounded perfect. A change of scenery, a few days without distractions. It could be exactly what they needed to reach a higher level of intimacy. Maybe Leo was thinking the same thing.

  He chuckled softly at her remark and said, “Ropes and Ravishing?”

  “Hmmm, can’t we have both?” she mused, hoping he had more than just a dirty weekend in mind.

  “For sure. My parents live in Ojai. I like to go there to unwind,” he went on to explain.

  Nora smiled sweetly to herself. Did he want her to meet his parents? Was this his way of telling her he was ready for their relationship to evolve? This could be a good thing for them. Maybe a great thing!

  “I would love to meet your parents, Leo,” she assured, touched by the gesture.

  She expected a completely different response, but was instead, met with silence.

  “Leo?” she questioned gently, before suddenly realizing her mistake. She might have made a huge assumption, she thought.

  Leo cleared his throat uncomfortably before he finally spoke up.

  “Actually, my parents are in New Jersey for a few months, visiting my brother and his wife. We would have their place to ourselves,” he offered, almost apologetically.

  Nora silently chided herself, then quickly shook off her embarrassment.

  “That sounds great,” she offered, maybe a little too enthusiastically, “I’ve never been to Ojai. I’ve heard it’s a cool place. When do you want to head out?”

  “Can you take off a little early on Friday? I was hoping to beat the heavy traffic, maybe head out around two or three?” he asked, softening his tone as though he felt he needed to placate her.

  She knew he meant well, but she hated that she made things awkward in the first place.

  “I can try to move some appointments around. That might work. We can confirm times and details in a few days, okay?” she reassured, hiding the emotion she was feeling.

  “Sounds good,” he stammered. “It’s getting late. I’m going to let you get some sleep, while I go clean myself up,” he said, chuckling softly under his breath. “I’m glad you’re coming. l’ll touch base on Wednesday, after work.”

  “Thanks for the invite. I’m looking forward to all the R’s,” she offered playfully, hoping to end their conversation on a lighter note. “Goodnight.”

  “Naughty night,” he whispered flirtatiously before hanging up the phone.

  Nora sat in silence for a few minutes, staring blankly at her phone, trying to get her bearings straight. Once again, Leo left her reeling with uncertainty. He could take her from one end of the emotion spectrum to the other, in a single encounter. She shook her head softly, wondering if he was aware of the effect that he had on her, if he was even invested enough to care. He kept his cards so well hidden. She couldn’t explain why she was so drawn to him, despite it all. If nothing else, the weekend would get her closer to the truth. She knew she needed to pull some answers out of him, even if they were answers she didn’t want to hear. She needed to know if he was capable of opening his heart to her once and for all.

  Chapter 17

  Leo

  The traffic was light and they made it to Ojai in time for dinner. He showed Nora around his parent’s house, giving her the quick five cent tour. It was a humble little house with a spectacular view of the Topatopa Mountains. His parents moved to Ojai when Leo was fifteen. Both of his grandparents had died that same year, only a few months apart. It was a hard time for his mother, she had been the one taking care of them in the end. She had been suffering from a deep depression and his father thought that Ojai would be the perfect place for a new beginning, something completely different from Jersey. His mother always wanted to live somewhere where the winters were less harsh, so they chose Ojai, California.

  At the time, Leo was a pissed off teenager hell bent on making their lives miserable. He didn’t want to leave Jersey. All his friends were there and he was only in his sophomore year. He was a popular kid, good at music, dancing, and sports. He had it made. Changing schools had been hard on him. He wasn’t used to being invisible.

  He spent the first few years in Ojai causing all kinds of shit. He had been in trouble with the law on a few occasions too, nothing that landed him in juvie or anything, but enough to get a shitty reputation. Two events finally got him back on the straight and narrow. He met a girl that he fell madly in love with, and his buddy saved his life. Both were significant enough to make him seriously reevaluate his life choices, and oddly enough, they occurred on the same night.

  “The house is amazing,” Nora gushed, admiring the view through the patio doors of the sunroom, “it is so quaint!”

  Leo knew she would love it. The house was decorated much the same way Nora furnished her own home, very bohemian. His parents were pretty much hippies, having grown up in the seventies, and their taste very much reflected that. When they lived with his grandparents everything was crisp and clean, the way Italian people liked it. Even the furniture had been covered in plastic, to keep it “new” looking. As soon as his parents bought their own home on Ojai, they made sure it fit their unique personalities.

  They were like newlyweds again once they hit the west coast, a couple of 40 year old kids. Ironically, his mother seemed to blossom when they left the garden state. She’d had so much responsibility from such a young age that she never got to be a proper teenager. The youngest of five siblings, she was the one expected to stay behind and take care of her parents. Even after she and his dad married, they lived with her parents to help pay the bills. She and his dad worked while Leo’s grandparents took care of the bambinos. It never bothered Leo. He and his brother were spoiled rotten, the apples of their Nona’s eye. For him, life seemed damn near perfect. But his mother was not happy. She and his father married at 22 and by the time she was 25 she already had two kids, Leo and his older brother Gianni.

  How his parents stayed together in those early years, Leo would never understand. Especially for his father who was the outsider. It must have felt like a rebirth for both of them when they finally left it all behind them. They tried to visit family every couple of years, back in Hoboken, a town famous for two things—Frank Sinatra, and more recently, Buddy Valastro, The Cake Boss. Leo and his brother used to go to Carlo’s Bake Shop every Saturday morning with their grandfather to purchase their world famous cannolis.

  This trip was the first visit his parents had made to Jersey since 2012, when hurricane Sandy had filled Hoboken like a bathtub. Luckily none of their relatives had lost their homes in the storm, but many people did.

  Leo wrapped his arms around Nora and pulled her against him, back to chest. He kissed her neck playfully, drawing a giggle from her.

  “I thought you would like it here,” he agreed, as he swayed her gently in his arms. “I always like coming here. Can’t beat that view.”

  “You said your parents moved to SoCal when you were fifteen? To this house?” Nora questioned, turning herself around to face him.

  He looked down at her and nodded.

  “Yes, right here. Moved here in 96. Oddly enough, I despised it here in the beginning. Hated the fucking place, but now that I am older I can understand the appeal it held for my folks,” he shared thoughtfully. “My brother lived a few blocks over until just recently, but he moved back to Jersey last year with his wife and kid. My parents are actually staying with them for the next few months because Gianni’s wife just had their second child. They have two little girls now. I’m actually planning a visit back east myself before long.”

  “Why did you hate it?” Nora asked.

  She seemed pl
eased to see him opening up about his family. He hadn’t talked about them since their first date, and even then he kept it pretty casual. He shared the logistics but not the dynamics. It wasn’t easy for him to share his personal stuff, but she made him want to try.

  “It just felt like a foreign country to me. It was so different from home, and of course my grandparents had just died. They practically raised me and my brother. I had a hard time working through it,” he admitted despondently.

  “Sounds like you had a lot of grief.” Nora offered, her voice trailing off.

  Leo nodded his head slowly, his thoughts drifting back in time.

  “I guess so. Of course, at the time my parents were so damn happy that it made me even more miserable. I hated them for it. On top of all my teenage hormones, I was filled with rage. Not a good combination, I got into a bit of trouble,” he confessed awkwardly.

  He hated drudging up the past. He hated how uncomfortable it made him. Inevitably his thoughts would always come around to Corrine and that would just mess him up. He released his embrace with Nora and sat down on one of the two wicker chairs in the sunroom. Nora took his cue and sat down on the chair beside him.

  “What kind of trouble?” Nora pressed gently.

  “Oh, I don’t know. Stupid stuff. I vandalized the post office with an inappropriate painting, beat up the school bully, and took a baseball bat to half the mailboxes over on Grand Avenue,” he admitted, shrugging his shoulders.

  It was embarrassing to think about that shit now.

  “Inappropriate painting?” Nora smiled curiously.

  “Yeah, I used bright red spray paint and drew a picture of an exploding penis on this really pristine white wall. Actually it was a man in a suit with a penis for a head with Prez Clinton scrawled underneath,” he grinned sheepishly. “Pretty prophetic if you ask me, given the oral sex scandal that broke all over the news a few months later.”

  Nora laughed wholeheartedly, “That was pretty insightful! What happened?”

  Leo rolled his eyes at her and smirked.

  “Well, I wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed. I brought the spray cans home and tossed them in the garbage in the garage. My mother was sorting through the trash, she was a recycling fanatic even back then, and she came across the cans. It didn’t take a genius to put two and two together.”

  “Oh no, what did she do?” Nora asked, still giggling.

  “She smacked me with her shoe and then made me go downtown and confess. It was humiliating. I had to repaint the entire wall and she made me volunteer to pick up garbage in Libbey Park. They made me wear a reflector vest and everything,” he told her, laughing at his stupidity.

  “I bet you never did anything like that again,” Nora teased, reaching for his hand.

  He allowed her to take it.

  “Well, let’s just say I got better at hiding the evidence. It took a few more years before I really settled down.”

  “So what was the turning point?” Nora prodded gently.

  Leo smiled at her but said nothing for a minute or two, his thoughts drifting to the night he met Corrine. The night he almost died. He wasn’t ready to share that with her yet. He had buried it pretty deep and wasn’t sure he wanted to conjure those feeling up again. He shifted in his chair, his physical discomfort suddenly paralleling his emotional unease.

  “I’m hungry, are you?” he asked, standing up suddenly and simultaneously lifting her out of her chair.

  Nora looked at him curiously and smiled. She knew he was sidestepping her question. He wasn’t fooling her, but she would just have to deal with it for now, he thought, swallowing his guilt. She had been more than patient with him since they had met, giving him plenty of space to ease into their relationship, and he knew he was running out of time, but it was so fucking hard for him to be vulnerable. It wasn’t her, it was him. She was an amazing woman.

  “Sure, I could eat,” she agreed pensively. “Are we cooking?”

  “No ma’am, I’m taking you out. One of my favorite places. I go there every time I come to town,” he said, pulling her in for a smooch.

  She let him kiss her, but he could tell that she was holding back. He gave her two more little pecks, and then spun her around, landing a playful smack on her ass.

  “Go freshen up, I’m going to call ahead and get them to save us a table,” he offered lightly, hoping to turn the mood around.

  Nora shook her head and grinned at him, probably in complete frustration, but he preferred to think she just found him adorable.

  * * *

  “Oh my god! Is that you Leo? You look fantastic!”

  Nora stepped to the side as a pretty blonde threw herself into Leo’s arms. He hugged her back with an appropriate amount of enthusiasm, given he was on a date. He smiled at Nora apologetically, looking over the woman’s shoulder. Nora grinned back at him, a question mark on her face.

  “Hi Lynda, long time no see,” Leo greeted, peeling the blonde off of him.

  He was grateful that she was wearing a name tag, otherwise he was pretty certain he would not have been able to conjure it up. He had no idea she worked at this particular restaurant, otherwise he definitely would have chosen somewhere else to bring Nora. He had hooked up with Lynda the last time he was in town. It had been a few years since he had seen her, but apparently she hadn’t forgotten him. The truth was, Leo had slept with lots of women in Ojai, so the chances of him running into someone he had fucked was actually pretty high. He had just hoped for a more subtle greeting.

  “No shit, long time no see. What has it been? Two years?” Lynda gushed, caressing his shoulder.

  Leo stepped to the side, just out of her reach and placed an arm around Nora’s waist. She smiled at him gratefully.

  “Yeah, it has been a few years. This is my friend Nora,” he said, introducing the two women.

  As soon as he said ‘friend’ he regretted it, especially since he saw Nora’s smile fade, ever so slightly. He shrugged his shoulders weakly, and offered her a reassuring squeeze.

  “Oh,” Lynda croaked, raising her hands in front of her in a gesture that said ‘my bad’.

  She looked Nora up and down, as if assessing her competition.

  “Nice to meet you. Let me see if your table is ready.”

  She gave Leo a ‘friendly’ pat on the shoulder as she walked past him, but Leo knew what the gesture meant. It wasn’t the first time a woman had signaled him that way. What she really meant was ‘if you lose the friend, we can hook up later.’ As soon as Lynda was out of their eye line, Leo cleared his throat and met Nora’s gaze. She was smiling at him knowingly. That didn’t surprise him. Not a whole lot got past her.

  “Someone you dated?” she asked playfully.

  “Not exactly. We had a few fun nights together last time I was here. Just a casual thing,” he stammered, keeping his tone as neutral as possible.

  “Ah, casual. So just a friend then?” she observed flatly.

  It was obvious from her tone that she had something important on her mind. Something Leo wasn’t sure he knew how to address. He shouldn’t have referred to Nora as a friend, but fuck, he wasn’t sure just how to define her. She was definitely somewhere between a fuck buddy and the potential love of his life, but he wasn’t exactly sure where she fell within that spectrum. All he knew was that he liked spending time with her, in and out of the bedroom, and that was more than he could say about most of the women he knew. She challenged him on almost every level, and most of the time he liked it, but every now and then—it scared the shit out of him.

  “Not really,” he offered sheepishly, “just someone I killed some time with. Sorry about that. I honestly didn’t know she worked here.”

  “Don’t be silly,” she assured with a smile, “running into someone we slept with was bound to happen sooner or later. That doesn’t bother me.”

  Leo pulled her a little closer and casually kissed the top of her head, once again appreciating her maturity. He hoped that meant he was off
the hook.

  Nora had been quieter than usual throughout dinner. She seemed to have a lot on her mind, and Leo did his best to keep the conversation flirty and light, hoping to draw her out of her funk. It wasn’t that she seemed upset really, more introspective. He was grateful that their interaction with Lynda ended after she sat them down, but every now and then she would walk by and smile at him. He did his best to avoid eye contact, afraid he might give her the wrong idea.

  “You ok?” he finally asked, as soon as the waiter dropped off their coffee.

  Nora looked up at him and smiled sweetly, but he wasn’t buying it. She had been writing a script all night. He could see it in those beautiful green eyes.

  “I am,” she offered softly, “sorry, I just have a lot on my mind.”

  He should have asked her what she was thinking about. He should have insisted she open up to him, and made her feel safe, but he couldn’t. He was too fucking worried she would bring up something heavy and he wouldn’t know how to make her feel better. So instead he nodded his head and changed the subject.

  “I know what will make you feel better,” he flirted, taking her hand in his.

  He kissed her knuckles tenderly, carefully avoiding her eyes.

  “I’ve been thinking about your fantasy all week.”

  “Can I ask you a question?” she asked cautiously, avoiding his advances.

  “Sure,” he answered, just as tentatively, wondering where she wanted to take him.

  “Have you ever been in love?” she challenged, her eyes searching his.

  He got the sense that she was leading him somewhere important, but he wasn’t sure why. She had never asked him about his past relationships before. It was one of the main things that appealed to him about Nora. The truth was, he knew that this conversation was inevitable, but being home, in the place where everything had happened with Corrine, it was all just too much to handle. The flood gates were dangerously close to opening.

  “In love?” he asked, stalling for time.