by S. E. Law
I’m not quite sure where I go from here. As a freshly taken woman, I no longer feel the need to get that out of the way. Not that last night’s activities were to simply check a box off my list – it felt like so much more. I know that Kade and Brandon are in a relationship and I know that they also enjoyed themselves last night. What I don’t know is what they want from me.
Maybe they want a repeat of last night – I wouldn’t disagree with that request. Hell, they could demand it of me and I would be a willing participant. I’m pretty sure I’d do just about anything that they wanted me to. That’s a scary thought in and of itself. In fact, there are a few things I’d like to try out, too.
Then again, maybe they just want to say thanks for last night, and we’ll do it again at the convention next year. Of course, I can’t imagine going to their room without anything happening. The sex was that good. Even though I don’t have anything to compare it to, I feel like it would be hard to beat.
I let my thoughts wander as I prop my feet up on the side of the tub. My wine is nearly drained, my whirling mind spinning faster at the slight buzz it has given me. I imagine the things that might happen tonight. Brandon answering the door this time and thoroughly kissing me before leading me to the bed. Kade waiting there, already stripped down. His rock-hard body on display as I climb over him with his shaft standing at attention.
Before I get too far into my fantasy, I bring myself back to the present. The water is now barely warm, so I stand and turn on the shower to rinse off the suds left clinging to my body. After I’ve dried off, I make my way to my open suitcase. I’m out of dresses to wear, so I hope that Kade and Brandon can appreciate a thick girl in jeans.
I’m only a little apprehensive, since they clearly had no issues with my completely nude form. I pull on a pair of dark wash skinny jeans that make my ass look decent and a low-cut burgundy top that accentuates the girls. After applying a fresh coat of mascara and slipping on some cute black flats, I’m ready to go.
It’s been a little over an hour since Mattie and I left Kade and Brandon in the lobby of the hotel, so I hope that they’ve returned to their room by now. When I reach their room and knock on the door, it’s only a few seconds before Brandon is opening the door with a smile on his face.
With a drink in my hand and some light conversation, I feel Kade redirect the mood to something a bit more serious. I think it’s a normal thing to feel nervous anytime someone says “We want to talk” but when Kade says it I don’t feel that way. What could possibly happen? We aren’t dating, so he couldn’t be breaking up with me. I think we will probably be discussing the need for discretion. That would make sense, after all.
I watch Brandon and Kade have a silent conversation between them, my eyes traveling from one hunky man to the next. At Kade’s slight nod, Brandon speaks.
“We want to get to know you,” growls Brandon. Okay, this is not the topic of conversation I was expecting. Maybe they need to make sure I’m trustworthy. “And we want you to get to know us,” he goes on. Well, that’s definitely not what I was expecting.
“Um. Okay. What do you want to know?” I ask, hesitantly.
“Where do you live?” Kade cuts in.
“Poughkeepsie,” I say. “Mattie mentioned you live in NYC, right?”
“Yeah, we both do,” Kade confirms.
“So, you’re a model and personal trainer in NYC. What about you Brandon?”
“Actually,” Brandon starts, “I’m Kade’s business partner.”
“Right,” I confirm. “You mentioned that before. How does a personal trainer and model have a business partner?” I know my brow is furrowed, trying to piece things together.
“I’m not just a model and personal trainer,” Kade confesses. “We own a chain of gyms called Muscle Nation. Have you heard of it?” I’m sure my jaw drops, the confession truly shocking me. The gasp that escapes my lips seems loud in the quiet room.
“Muscle Nation?” I finally croak. “The Muscle Nation? Hugely successful, all over the country Muscle Nation?” Both men nod. “Wow.” I feel a little speechless. The words come seconds later, although in retrospect I wonder if it seems a bit rude. “You must be ultra-successful.”
“You could say that,” Brandon says with a grin.
“Wait a minute,” I exclaim, turning to Kade. “What the hell am I doing paying you two thousand per appearance when you’re loaded? Are you even really a male model?” Brandon and Kade laugh at the question, clearly unconcerned with my outburst.
“Yes, I am. It’s just a side job, and it’s one that allows me to meet women like yourself,” Kade admits. “Women in the city are not for us,” he claims.
I can do nothing but nod.
“But why are you here? Why do you even do appearances like romance conventions?”
Brandon shrugs.
“The women in NYC are terrible. They’re stick thin and obsessed with money. When you have a lot of it, like we do, they throw themselves at you. Personally, we find it disgusting because it’s like being hit with a sack of bones.”
“They have razor sharp knees and elbows that could cut,” adds Kade.
I nod slowly.
“Okay, but why are you doing this? And how did you get started with Muscle Nation?”
Brandon nods thoughtfully.
“Actually, I came in after Kade started things. He founded Muscle Nation with some initial seed money from his dad, and brought me in to help. I took charge of the expansion and stuck around to see the success it’s become in the last ten years,” Brandon explains.
“That’s when you met?” I ask. I’m still trying to wrap my head around all the information I’m getting.
“No,” Brandon starts. He glances at Kade and smiles before turning his attention back to me. “We’ve known each other a long time.”
“Since high school in fact,” Kade adds. My head snaps to Kade with wide eyes.
“Did you start sleeping together in high school?” I’m aware the question might be somewhat intrusive, but I can’t help but be curious about the men I shared a bed with last night.
They both nod their confirmation.
“Wow,” is all I can say. It takes a moment to get my bearings before the next question pops from my mouth.
“Are you out? Or is this a secret?”
Kade is the first to answer with a simple, “No, we’re not out.”
Brandon picks up and adds the explanation.
“Muscle Nation caters to alpha male customers. If it got out that the owners were bisexual, it could very well destroy our business.”
“We’ve kept this secret for our entire lives,” Kade adds. “It’s something we’ve struggled with, and it’s difficult to maintain. But we do it out of respect for our business.”
I nod in response.
“I’m sorry you have to do that. It makes sense, but it’s not fair to you,” I say, sympathy in my tone.
“It is what it is,” Brandon explains, sounding a little sad.
“Do you ever want to come out?”
Both men nod their assent.
“Eventually,” Kade says. “When the time is right.” That makes me smile, happy that they will be able to live their lives without hiding at some point in the future.
“That’s wonderful,” I encourage. “I’m a big supporter of LGBT rights. If there’s any way that I can help you in the transition, let me know. I’d be happy to help.”
Amused laughter suddenly fills the room and I look between the two men with an openly confused expression gracing my features.
“Jane,” Kade starts. “This isn’t just a transition.” My confusion only grows.
“We want more,” Brandon adds. “With you.” My mouth hangs open at the confession.
“We want you to be with us. To explore with us,” Kade explains.
I sigh, a tension releasing from my chest that I didn’t realize was there. A smile takes over my face and I don’t even try to tamp it down.
“I want that, too,” I say on an exhale. “Absolutely.”
Kade crosses the small space to plant a passionate kiss on my lips, before turning to do the same to Brandon. Brandon then kisses me as well, his smile making the kiss deeper and more meaningful. We laugh happily, sharing kisses and our companionship as we begin to explore once more.
9
Kade
Leaving Vegas is far more exciting than I had planned. Brandon and I came here to find the perfect woman. Now, not only have we found her, but she’s heading back to the same state that we are. It couldn’t be more perfect – Jane lives in Poughkeepsie, which is only an hour and a half away from our place in the city. Jane’s job offers her the flexibility of being able to work from anywhere, so we’ve decided to have her stay at my loft a few nights each week.
I know Brandon and I will miss her when she’s away, but if easing into things is what it takes to make her comfortable, we’re willing to do it. For now, we’ll enjoy breakfast together and then head to the airport.
“Ready?” Brandon asks as he zips his suitcase. I take another glance around the room to make sure nothing has been left behind. Jane left this morning to pack up her own things after enjoying a long night of celebration where she regularly took us both. For example, at one particularly titillating point, she knelt between the two of us, one huge staff gripped in each hand. Teasingly, she sucked one before pulling off with a moan.
“You’re Sugar,” she said to me.
Then, that clever mouth surrounded Brandon’s glans, making his abs clench as he threw his head back and let out a guttural growl.
“And you’re Spice,” Jane said with another naughty twinkle in her eye.
“Sweetheart, we’ll be whatever you want us to be,” I rasp between gritted teeth. “Just give us more.”
She laughed and lay back, letting us own her curves again and again. But then Jane got that twinkle in her eye again and directed Brandon to mount me.
“Now Spice does Sugar,” she said playfully. What could we do but obey? Our lovemaking is insanely hot, and off-the-wall in its dirtiness, and yet being filthy is what gives us pleasure.
Now, it’s time to leave. We’ve made love on every surface in this hotel room, and I look around with fond memories. But the time has come. With one last glance, I zip up my duffle, and nod at Brandon.
“Let’s go.”
As we close the door behind us, the sound of another door opening fills the otherwise empty hallway. Jane steps out several doors down and pulls her luggage behind her. When she sees us, a bright smile pulls at her lips. I can’t help but smile right back as I make my way to her.
When I reach Jane’s side, I kiss her plush pout and take the handle of her rolling suitcase from her. The three of us make our way down the hall to the elevator. Once in the enclosed space, Brandon wraps an arm low across Jane’s back and sweetly kisses her cheek. Seeing them happy makes my own chest warm with delight. I watch as she turns her head to kiss him properly, taking his bottom lip between her own.
Wanting to get in on it, I approach my two lovers. Placing a hand on the side of each of their necks, I pull their faces into mine. In a three-way kiss, we lick and nibble at lips until the ding of the elevator signals our arrival. We separate and fix our rumpled clothing and are presentable as the doors open to the hotel’s lobby.
Jane immediately spots Mattie among the other breakfast guests in the seating area and veers toward her. Brandon and I follow her and we leave our bags at the table with Mattie as we go to get some food. When we’ve all taken a seat at the table with plates full of vittles, Mattie smiles knowingly at the three of us.
“How was your night?” she asks with a mischievous smile. Brandon and I chuckle at the clear tease while Jane’s cheeks flare in embarrassment.
“Can you behave yourself?” Jane nearly begs. I place a hand on her thigh, squeezing in comfort.
“Did you?” Mattie winks. Brandon and I laugh again, catching the innuendo quickly.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Jane sasses back. I can’t help but look at the curvy girl with her tinted cheeks as she practically glares at Mattie. It’s completely doing it for me. I chance a glance at Brandon, who seems to be appreciating Jane this morning as well. Our eyes meet briefly before turning our attention back to the bickering ladies.
“Okay, okay,” Mattie acquiesces. “Seriously, though. How was your night?”
I raise an eyebrow at Mattie, speaking for the first time since we sat down.
“How do you think our night was?” Her face grows just a little red at my own innuendo and I squeeze Jane’s thigh once more as I hear her quiet giggle.
Brandon gives Mattie a friendly smile.
“Ignore him,” he says, waving off my joke. “Our night was perfect.” She grins at his sincere answer, his voice sounding thoroughly happy. I can’t help but smile at him, too.
“We made things official,” Jane chimes in, her own smile plastered on her face. Mattie looks at her with brows raised.
“Official?” she asks. “The three of you? What does that mean?” Her voice is lowered to keep things private.
Jane nods and bites her lip.
“Well, we’re officially dating now. When this convention started, Kade was my pretend boyfriend, but not anymore. Now, Kade, Brandon, and I are dating for real.”
Mattie’s eyebrows practically fly off her forehead, but she nods.
“That’s great!” she compliments.
I see Jane release a visible breath, the tension in her shoulders dissipating as she does so. Brandon winks at her from across the table.
“It is great,” he says. “In fact, Jane’s going to come stay with us in New York City for a short while,” he says. “Just while we figure things out.”
Mattie’s eyes are practically popping out of her sockets, but she manages a nod.
“Great!” she says cheerily. I stare at her. This woman is a little strange come to think of it, but it seems like Jane really likes her, so I brush it off.
When we finish eating, the four of us take the hotel shuttle to the airport. Jane sits with Mattie and I can see the excitement in their conversation. I feel Brandon nudge my shoulder from where he sits next to me.
“She looks happy,” he comments. He discreetly slides a hand over my thigh, interlocking his fingers with my own where they rest on my knee.
“She does. You do, too,” I add. “I’m happy with the way things are looking. The future just got a bit brighter.”
When we pull up to the airport, Brandon grabs Jane’s suitcase and leads the way to our gate. It was a touch of fate that we’re all on the same flight today, so we sit together in the hard, plastic chairs as we wait. We’re early, so the gate is fairly empty as we talk quietly.
“Tell me if I’m being too forward,” Mattie starts, “but how does this work, exactly?”
Brandon and I share a look and a quick laugh.
“It’s like any other relationship, but there are three of us,” he explains.
“But Jane lives in Poughkeepsie. You live in the city. Doesn’t that put her at a disadvantage?” Mattie pushes. “Two against one?”
“Jane does live in Poughkeepsie,” I agree. “But she will be visiting the city frequently. With a third person it just requires communication,” I explain.
“A two-person relationship thrives when communication is made a priority,” Brandon tries to break it down for her. “The same goes for our relationship.”
Jane nods her head, clearly in thought.
“You won’t get jealous if I spend more time with one of you over the other?”
Brandon and I grin at one another.
“We’re still human,” I say. “Jealousy is very possible, but that’s where communication comes into play. We have to talk to one another when we’re feeling jealous. It requires effort just like any other relationship. Plus, making love is never boring,” I add with a mischievous smirk.
“Fact,” Brandon agrees
quickly. Jane is blushing hard but can’t wipe the smug look off of her face. I like it, this bit of confidence she’s found in the last day or two.
“No complaints here,” Jane adds, her blush only deepening. Mattie looks at her with a loud laugh.
“I like this version of you,” she breathes, still chuckling. “The confidence is hot, Jane. Keep it up,” Mattie encourages. Jane shrugs in response.
“I need a coffee,” Jane says after the conversation hits a lull, pushing off the chair to stand.
“I’ll come get it with you,” I say. “I could use the walk.” I look to Brandon who nods as I stand, signaling me it’s okay to leave him here with Mattie. “Want anything?” I look from Brandon to Mattie.
“Jane knows my order,” Mattie says. “Please.” I nod.
“Just a water for me,” Brandon says. I grip his shoulder as I walk past – a socially acceptable form of touch between two men. I can’t wait for the day when I can be open about my feelings for this gorgeous guy.
When I place a hand on Jane’s lower back to walk her toward the nearest coffee shop, we begin a leisurely stroll down the corridor.
“How are you doing with all of this?” I ask her when we’re safely out of earshot. “Is it too much?”
“What do you mean? I’m good,” she says.
“You seem comfortable. I just want to make sure it’s not too much too fast,” I explain.
“Do you think it’s too much?” she murmurs. Jane glances up at me as we walk, anxiety clear in her eyes.
I stop walking as I gently push her out of the way, her back up against a wall as I step close to her.
“Not at all,” I say with a wink, leaning down to kiss those pouty lips in a quick peck. “I want you to be comfortable.”
“I’m very comfortable,” she breathes. “Very, very comfortable,” she lifts up on her toes to kiss me again, just a bit more than the peck we just shared. “You and Brandon are wonderful. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world,” she admits. I can do nothing but draw her close, her arms going around my waist as I hold her to me in a tight hug.