“Come in, Julie. I heard your car pull up.”
“Hello, Noah.”
“Keith and Mark are upstairs. You know the way.”
She followed him in silence. This was not was she had expected. To begin with, she wasn’t even sure they would be home. And if luck was on her side and they were all there, meeting with them in one of the bedrooms was the last thing she expected. She felt her heart beat more rapidly in trepidation and anticipation with each step that she took.
Noah opened the door to what had been her room. Mark and Keith were lounging on the bed in their shorts and T-shirts.
“Mark told us about your offer of this afternoon and we’ve decided to take you up on it,” Noah said as he took her arm and led her to the bed.
Julie was completely taken off guard. Didn’t they even want to hear the apology she had been practicing all day? For the first time in her life she felt what it must be like to be a prostitute. But no matter, she wasn’t going to run away from them. She looked down, wondering what she should do.
“You can start,” Noah said, standing beside her, “by taking off your clothes. It’s been too long since we’ve seen your beautiful tits, pussy, and ass. Although I know Mark did get a chance to fondle your cunt this afternoon.”
Still not looking at them, she began to unbutton her blouse. The white lacy bra she had worn had a front clasp. She shook the blouse from her shoulders and released her breasts. Her nipples were already hard. Suddenly it didn’t matter what their motives were. She wanted them with every breath she took. She was already trembling with her need.
Noah moved to the bed in front of her and disrobed as he watched her. She could see that Mark and Keith were doing the same. They might not have totally forgiven her, but there was no doubt that they wanted her. She took courage from that fact and unbuckled her jeans. She slid off her body seductively. Her panties were next, and then her shoes and socks. Every piece of clothing came off with deliberate sensual foreplay. Their cocks stood at attention. She looked at each one and licked her lips.
“Come over to the side of the bed,” Noah ordered. “Suck all three of us, now.”
She did as he demanded. Noah looked at her, his eyes full of lust. Mark and Keith were dripping pre-cum. She eagerly went from one to the other. She delighted in their groans. Their cocks swelled in her mouth. She continued to suck them until Noah said, “Get on the bed.”
She rose, pulling on her nipples. “Yes, Sir,” she said, moving to the bed. She positioned herself on all fours. “Fuck me,” she begged. “Fuck me now…please.”
“Oh, we’re going to fuck you,” Mark groaned. She felt lube being used on her ass before Mark’s cock was pushing between her the cheeks of her ass. She moaned softly, pushing back into him. Noah slapped her face gently with his cock. She opened her mouth. Keith was already underneath her. She felt his cock and guided him into her pussy. It was as if time was standing still as every part of her embraced them, welcoming them back to where they belonged.
“I need you so,” she cried out.
Their strokes became faster and more demanding. She rode Keith’s cock, drawing him deep inside her. Their strokes were in tune as they took their pleasure from her.
Noah’s cock fucked her face without mercy. She could hardly breathe as she felt the familiar beginnings of an orgasm. It ripped through her without giving her a chance to prepare for the overwhelming sensations. She cried out as Noah’s cum spurted into her mouth. Both Keith and Mark filled her to overflowing. The feelings of lust that consumed her were unbelievable. She rode each wave of pleasure until she collapsed. Her heart beating out of her chest. Noah’s cum ran down her chin. Never in her life had she felt so completely satisfied. Tears cascaded down her cheeks. It was all she could do not to pass out.
She felt the bed sink as Mark and Noah lay down. She felt their hands on her back, caressing her. She never wanted to leave them. This, she knew, without a doubt, was where she belonged. But, she wondered, was it love on their part or was it simply lust? It had to be love. It wasn’t just physical. She had felt like one with them. It was as if they had each become an extension of the other. It went far beyond simple lust. They had to have felt it, too.
Keith rolled her over onto her side. “Julie,” he choked out. “We’ve missed you.”
“What I did,” she began, “was unforgivable. I’m so in love with you that I can’t imagine my life without the three of you in it. I need your forgiveness.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Ever since that night when she had returned to their bed, Julie had tried to convince herself that in time she would be able to earn their trust again. She knew they cared for her still or she would have never been invited back into their lives. She understood they needed time, especially Noah. It was difficult being with him physically only to have him pull away from her outside the bedroom. He wasn’t cruel or disinterested. He simply couldn’t seem to let his guard down completely around her. There was a wall between them that she so badly wanted to tear down. When Keith and Mark were with them, it was easier to handle or maybe it was just easier to ignore.
Julie had made it a priority to make dinner for them whenever time allowed. She loved to cook for them. It was the one thing she did for them that brought Noah home early. However tonight they were all stuck working late. She had made corn chowder, one of Noah’s favorites, and would heat it up again as soon as they were home and ready to eat. Picking up a magazine, she relaxed on the sofa in the small den. She was just about to read some juicy Hollywood gossip when the house phone rang. She normally let it go to voice mail, but when it rang again within seconds, she began to worry that it was one of them. Maybe they had lost their cell phones. She ran to answer it. It was the police. Deanna was in the emergency room of the UCSF Medical Center.
When she told them she wasn’t a relative, they didn’t expand on exactly what was wrong other than to say it was an emergency and Noah’s business card had been found in her pocket.
After she hung up, she had tried Noah’s office and his cell phone. When he didn’t answer, she tried to reach Keith and Mark. No one was answering his phone. She left them all urgent messages in hopes they would call her. When a half hour had passed without hearing from any one of them, she drove to Noah’s office. The guard at the front desk told her he had left a couple hours before she arrived. She knew it wasn’t unusual for him to turn his cell phone off during meetings.
As much as she never wanted to see Deanna again, she couldn’t in good conscience go back to the house and just wait. Although the policeman hadn’t been able to tell her why Deanna had been admitted to the emergency room, she could tell by the tone of his voice that it was serious. She turned her car toward Lincoln Highway and the medical center. When she arrived in Emergency, she asked the woman behind the desk about Deanna. She lied and said she was her sister. Within minutes a doctor came through the double doors.
“You’re Mrs. Jamison’s sister?”
Julie nodded and followed him back to a small office.
“Your sister suffered a drug overdose and”—he put his hand on hers—“she died a half hour ago. I’m so sorry. There was nothing we could do.”
All she could do was look at him in shock.
He left the room and when he returned he handed her a bottled water. “Is there someone I could call for you?”
“No,” Julie said, thinking of how Noah would feel. She knew he didn’t love Deanna, but she had once been a part of his life and regardless of what she had done, this had to be a shock. “Her ex-husband, Noah Jamison, is on his way.”
“I see. That’s good. You shouldn’t be alone. There are no words to express to you how sorry I am for your loss.”
“Thank you.”
“The toxicology results have not come back, but we’re pretty sure she had not only taken heroin but a mild sedative, too. Unfortunately, that can be a lethal combination, and for your sister, it was.”
“I can’t believ
e she was a drug addict.”
“You had no idea? Your sister has been here before. This isn’t the first time she’s overindulged in drugs and suffered more…” the doctor said, looking down at her chart, “complex type of injuries.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Your sister indulged in what some people might call sadistic sex. She took her fetishes to the limit of sanity. I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this.”
“I’m not really her sister,” Julie blurted. “But I knew her, and she doesn’t have any family here other than Noah and I couldn’t find him.”
“You’re not even a relative?” An expletive escaped his lips.
She heard her phone ring. She pulled it from her jeans pocket. It was Noah.
“I’m on my way to the hospital now,” he said.
“Noah. Oh, Noah. I’m here at the hospital and Deanna’s gone. They think it was a heroin overdose.”
When he didn’t respond, she thought for a moment the line had gone dead.
“Noah?”
“I’ll be there soon.”
He had hung up. The doctor looked at her expectantly.
“That was her ex-husband. He’ll be here shortly.”
“Why don’t you wait for him in the waiting room. You really shouldn’t be back here.”
Julie nodded. “I’m sorry. I thought she would be alive and I didn’t know how serious it was. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. When Mr. Jamison arrives, tell him to ask for Dr. Stevens.”
Noah burst through the Emergency Room doors and walked to the front desk. Julie ran up to him and the nurse paged Dr. Stevens. Mark and Keith walked in right behind Noah. When Noah walked back into the waiting room after speaking with Dr. Stevens, he insisted Mark and Keith take her home. He said he would handle the paperwork.
Julie hugged him. “I’m truly sorry, Noah.”
He nodded and then Keith put his arm around her and guided her from out the front doors. “I didn’t like her, Keith, but I never wanted her to die, especially like this.”
“I know that, and so does Noah. He tried to get her help and even sent her to a couple of rehabs, but you can’t help someone if they don’t want to be helped. That was only one of her many problems. She lived on the edge, Julie.”
“He’s right,” Mark said. “She’s been living on borrowed time for a while now. I’m going to bring around the car.”
Keith just held her while they waited for Mark. When he pulled up, Keith helped her into the passenger seat, making sure her seat belt was in place. “Since Mark and I came together, I’m going to drive your car home.”
Julie handed him her car keys.
She saw very little of Noah over the next couple of days. He was busy making arrangements for Deanna’s funeral and she was sure he was avoiding her. She wanted to comfort him, but she could tell by the way he looked at her when they did happen to run into each other that he was in a place she wasn’t allowed to enter.
She asked Mark and Keith if she should attend the funeral, but they both said it would be better if she didn’t. It was going to be a small service and then Deanna’s ashes were going to be buried.
Keith said, “Her parents are dead. Unfortunately, she alienated whatever other family she had from years of unhealthy behavior.”
“She came from money,” Mark explained, “but at some point her family disinherited her. According to Noah, they want whatever her estate consists of to be donated to a drug and rehabilitation center, including any future sales from her books.”
“I had no idea she was ill. Drug abuse is a disease. And, like any disease, if you don’t get treatment, the odds are against your survival.”
“You’re right about that,” Keith said sadly.
“I just don’t understand how someone so talented and with so much to live for could have fallen so far and ended up dying alone.”
“We’ll never now,” Keith said. “The police told Noah they found Deanna’s body in a seedy hotel room. Someone had anonymously called 911.”
“He also said the Coroner’s Office has ruled it an accidental death,” Mark added. “At least Noah doesn’t have to live with her suicide.”
“He did what he had to do,” Keith said matter-of-factly. “I know it’s unkind to talk ill of the dead, but she was an evil woman. It wouldn’t have mattered what he did, she was bound to end up like this.”
Julie wondered what Noah had done, but this wasn’t the time to ask. Deanna was finally at peace. It was Noah she was worried about. It all made sense to her now—why he was so reluctant to forgive her. Deanna had deceived him, too.
Keith told her it might be best to give Noah some space. He said he would call her, but for now, Noah needed to be by himself. She missed them terribly, but this wasn’t about her. It was about Noah and his needs, and what he needed was time.
Julie had talked to Mark and Keith daily and had lunch with them whenever they had a chance. She couldn’t help that she wanted to be in their bed, but for now they had agreed to wait until Noah was in a better place. Selfishly she hoped it would be soon, but she feared that Noah wouldn’t want her back in his bed—that when he looked at her, all he would see was a woman who had lied to him like Deanna had. She prayed she was wrong.
A couple weeks since she had seen Noah, she was getting ready for bed when there was a knock on her door. She pulled on her robe and looked through the peep hole. It was Noah. Her heart leapt in her chest, but just as quickly she felt a cold dread seep into her bones.
She opened the door.
“Can I come in, Julie?”
“I’m so glad to see you.” She wanted to throw herself in his arms, but kept herself still as he walked past her.
“These last couple of weeks have been difficult to say the least. I’m sorry I couldn’t talk to you about it.”
“I know how hard it’s been for you. Keith and Mark and I have tried to give you the space and time you needed to grieve. I know I keep saying I’m sorry, but there really aren’t any other words to express how I feel.”
“Can we sit down?” he asked.
She led him to the sofa, and together they sat down next to each other. Noah took her hand in his. Julie looked down at his hand holding hers and wondered if this was it. Was he finally ready to tell her what she never wanted to hear?
“I’m sorry,” he began.
“Noah, it’s okay.” She couldn’t bear to see the pain in his eyes.
“No, it’s not okay. I should have never compared you to Deanna, but I did and it kept me from seeing you for who you really are. You’re nothing like her. She was a cold, manipulating woman who cared for no one but herself. I think she came back here to try and teach me a lesson for making her go back to New York against her will and for rejecting her.”
“Noah, you don’t have to explain.”
“But I do. You see, when I found out what she had done to you, I forced her to go back to New York. I made sure she wouldn’t ever bother you again. She hated me for that.”
“I don’t think she hated you, and she didn’t stay in New York. I don’t think she was that afraid of you,” Julie said softly.
“She came back to fake her suicide and it backfired on her. My card in the pocket of her slacks was premeditated. She had no purse, nothing, just my card. She wanted the police to call me. She wanted to make me feel guilty for making her leave and for wanting you.”
“If that’s true, that’s horrible.”
“She was a sociopath. I’m convinced of it. Her family believes it, too. She was never going to get better. But God knows I didn’t want her to die.”
“I know that. None of this was anyone’s fault but hers.”
“That’s what her brother told me.”
“Then believe him.”
“I do.”
“Would you like a drink?”
“No. I’ve drank enough to make my liver swim these past couple weeks.”
“I’m here for you, Noah.
I always will be even if it’s just as a friend. I made a mistake. A terrible mistake. I wish so badly I could go back and make it all right. But I can’t.”
“Everyone makes mistakes, Julie. Some people keep repeating them. It wasn’t fair of me to think that you would. I can see that now. Can you forgive me?”
“Forgive you?” Julie wondered if she had heard him right. “I’m the one who needs forgiving.”
“I didn’t want to believe you had changed. I convinced myself that in time you would reject us again. I didn’t think you were strong enough to change. Deanna hadn’t been able to no matter how many times she made everyone believe that she could. I didn’t want to go through that again. I told myself I couldn’t go through it again.”
“I love you, Noah. I always will. You have to believe that,” she said softly, her hand lightly caressing his cheek. “You, Mark, and Keith are the loves of my life. I promise you that will never change.”
“I love you, Julie, with all my heart,” he choked out before his lips sought hers.
She melted into him, her body pressed against his. The kiss that started as sweet sadness turned quickly to a hunger that consumed them both. She moaned softly as he lifted her from the sofa and carried her into her bedroom. They undressed each other, their clothes flying off their bodies. When he entered her, she gasped. He lifted her body up so that her breasts pushed into his chest. He held her there as his cock loved her into oblivion. She put her hands on his shoulders, looking into eyes that devoured her with desire and his love.
His thrusts became faster and harder. She felt her body moving with his as he pushed her closer and closer over the edge of reasoning. Suddenly her world exploded with sparks of pleasure that ignited every nerve ending, lifting her into a swirling mass of heat that tore through her with rapid speed. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think about anything except how wonderful he made her feel as he filled her with his love.
Their coupling had been quick and explosive, but it had also been the first time Noah had given himself to her completely and without reservation. This was what she had been waiting for, hoping for, and now that he had given it to her, she knew everything was going to be okay.
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