by Eden Rose
This is the first time since we began that three-way relationship that we have been together. I’m trying to ignore the nagging feeling that I’m doing something wrong. I mean, what the fuck? This was my idea. I don’t know why I feel as if I’m betraying Garrett. Am I? I don’t think I am.
“Put that delicious ass in the air, baby. Let them see how wet you are. Let them see how much you want my dick in your pussy. My dick. My pussy.”
This is the first time that she has been so possessive and I don’t know what to think about it. I’m so fucking turned on.
God damn it. Brain- shut up!
Garrett
Like a mother fucking jealous boyfriend, I put a tracker on her phone. Yeah, I broke a few laws but she’s so undependable that it’s difficult to know what the hell is going through her mind. I mean, who the fuck falls asleep in their car in LA? A crazy woman with a death wish.
Me: whatcha doing cupcake?
Me: hey
Me: hello?
Each text is sent in a five minute interval and I’m met with silence.
I tried to ignore the controlling feeling in my gut that I should look at where she is. I tried to focus that this is Tuesday which means it’s her day with Jerry. I am really fucking trying to realize that she’s not mine. But why am I jealous of the fact that she is with Jerry and I’m at home?
Picking up my phone, I dial Audrey. I need to talk to my sister about what is going on and I’m hoping she doesn’t figure out what is going through my mind. If she were to find out that I’m digging her best friend, I’m screwed.
After the fifth ring she answers. “Hey.”
“Were you sleeping or something?” I ask trying to gauge her mood.
She snorts and giggles. “Yeah. Yep, what can I help you with?”
“That’s the kind of respect you give your favorite brother?”
“I’m not talking to Baron. I’m talking to you.”
It takes me a second to get what she’s referring to. “Bitch. I was calling to tell you some gossip. But I’m going to call my favorite sister now.”
As I’m taking the phone away from my ear, I can hear her talking loudly. “Bye, Audrey.”
Now what the hell am I going to do?
God damn it.
Baron is off doing some re-up shit. We told Audrey that he was re-uping and she took it how we expected. She’s pissed and hurt. I know she was waiting for me to say that I was going to go as well. Not going to happen. Baron expressed that this is something that he needs to do on his own and doesn’t need me.
Fuck.
My phone is mocking me while it’s laid next to me on the couch. Not even Audrey has called me back. I’m such a loser.
I just got off a shift and we gathered evidence for those people at Liz’s old placement. Those bastards are getting some hard time and I’m not pissed. How dare they put Liz in so much turmoil?
Their cold stares followed me as I circled the investigation table. The older one finally stated that he was ready to start talking and I came in on my day off to listen to him. These brothers are fucking disgusting. They stink and smell as if they haven’t showered in ages; which is probably true.
I’m so pissed that I have to be here, that I don’t even bother learning their names. They are going to be thrown in prison and if I have my way, I would probably fuck them each up. Who would deal illegally and mess around with gangs when the governor’s daughter is their father’s nurse? What a bunch of fucking dumb asses.
“All right. I’m tired and I have now worked sixty-five hours this week. What the fuck were you doing with three pounds of marijuana and two kilos of coke? Also, why is there a closet full of illegal guns?” To prove that they are busted, I throw photos down onto the table.
The older ass fuck glares at me and doesn’t bother looking at the photos. “I’m gonna kill that white bitch.”
The fuck? I sit across from him and look at his appearance. It’s obvious he’s been in the game for a while since he has aged. Hell, he’s probably younger than me. “Who are you going to kill?” He better not be talking about-
“That fuckin’ nurse. That white ass bitch who called five-o.”
I need to keep my job so I take myself out of the interrogation room to make a phone call. I call Liz’s number and it goes to voicemail. Mother fucker.
I change the channel again and try to focus on Law and Order. Nope, I could care less. I switch it again. Basketball. All right, I might be able to stay interested in a re-run of a game. Nope.
Like a fucking jealous mother fucker, I pick up my phone and enter in my code. After it wakes up, I open the tracker and locate Liz’s phone. My heart about fell out of my chest when I noticed that she’s at the club.
Ever have one of those conflicting thoughts? Where your heart and brain are fighting each other? Yeah, they suck. I want to march down there and rip her out and tell her that she’s done with this shit. Sure, it’s fucking hot that she’s into chicks as well, but I’m enough. Aren’t I?
I’m a fucking Afghan vet and I’m sitting here debating whether or not I’m enough for a woman. This is so frustrating. What the fuck has happened to me?
I’ve never felt this insecure before and it’s pissing me off.
All right. Just because she’s at the fucking club, that doesn’t mean I have to go down there. Nope. I don’t have to do that.
God damn it.
My brain works as if I’m not even ordering it around and I shut the television off and get off my couch. Yeah, I’m going to the club. Why? I don’t know why besides the fact that I’m a jealous asshole who doesn’t want to share my woman.
My woman?
Mother fucker. She’s not mine. She’s made it 100% clear that she doesn’t belong to anyone.
Before I know what’s happening, I’m in my car and I’m driving towards the club. There is no parking up front which is understandable. I have to park about two blocks away. As I’m walking, I have my hand on my gun in it’s holster just in case. This is downtown LA.
By the time I make it to the door, I flash my badge and get right in. It’s hot in here. It makes Afghanistan seem like Antarctica. There’s people all around and I can see several bunched into a room that has two girls in it.
The music is loud and pulsating against the walls to the point where I feel it in my chest. I pummel my way through the people and make my way through to the window. Sure enough, I see the blonde hair of the woman who has wormed her way through my chest.
“Tell them how much you want my dick in you. Do it, baby,” Jerry taunts as she spreads lube over the big strapon.
“Fuck yeah, fuck that girl. She’s soaking wet for you!” A man to the side yells and I’m tempted to grab my gun and shoot his ass.
Liz looks over her shoulder and winks at the guy before crawling over to the bench. Once she’s there, she’s on her hands and knees facing the crowd. “Come on, baby. Give me your dick. Fuck me hard so I feel it for days,” she says loud enough for everyone to hear.
There’s a jealous fucking streak that flies through my body and I’m tempted to grab my naked woman and haul her out of here. Mother fucker. She’s not mine.
This feels like the old Liz all over again. It’s as if I’m not enough and the new Liz needs to have multiple people in her bed.
My dick begs to come out and I can’t stop my urges to either take it out or leave.
Before I can make a decision, Jerry shoves her strapon in Liz and they both moan. Like Jerry can fucking feel the tight walls of Liz’s pussy.
I need to get out of here.
I race out of here and run to my car. I need space. But even as I need that, I still answer the phone when she calls me later tonight.
Liz
Jerry shoves her dick in me and I mewl at the invasion. It’s so hard and ungiving that my walls cave and hug it more. I’m on my hands and knees and she’s behind me while holding onto my hips. She loves to have people watch us fuck. I think it’s that domi
nance shit that you read in those books.
You know the “MINE!” Shit.
My hair is in a loose braid and I know that a majority of it is out of the pony. There are strands of it falling in my face and I blow it out so it’s not stuck on my sweaty forward. My eyes feel sticky from the sweat and heat of the place and because of the running of my mascara.
She’s plowing into me and I scream out when she blows through every part in my pussy and hits my womb. I can feel it through my whole body and it makes me shake with pleasure and a twinge of pain.
Jerry grips my braid in her hands and pulls me back to her. My ass bounces off her hips and I scream louder than before. People in the crowd are cheering us on and I see several men pulling on their dicks. Some are even asking if we want to join.
When my head flies back, she wraps the hand that was in my braid around my neck. “Come for me, baby. Come for me.”
“Shit!”
*
The next two weeks are spent balancing my time between Garrett and Jerry. Literally, I’m between them. I’m the glue that’s holding this crazy relationship together and I love it. I’m getting twice the amount of attention and I get to be with a man and a woman at the same time.
Basically, I get to let my freak flag fly high. It’s a wonderful feeling knowing that I’m a part of this relationship and there’s nothing that is wrong about it.
Jerry nor Garrett had said anything about making this a permanent or exclusive combination and I have a feeling that it’s about to happen.
Garrett and I have gone on a date since we had sex for the first time. It was nice and romantic while being sweet. He opened doors for me, let me order dessert and didn’t judge me trying his dessert as well. Hey, the person you’re with always has better looking food! He specifically doesn’t ask if this is something I want for a while or whatever and I’m not pushing. And after our date, he didn’t try to have sex with me or anything. I thought for sure we were going to roll around in the sheets but he only kissed me good night and told me he’d call me tomorrow.
Now, Jerry on the other hand, has been hinting to the fact that she doesn’t like this arrangement and is only in it for me. Which is fine, I know she doesn’t like dick too much. However, feel bad since I started all of this with her. I know that Jerry just wants to make me happy but it’s difficult to see the jealousy that is written all over her face that Garrett gets to actually stick his real dick in me and she has to use a dildo.
While sleeping with them both, Garrett doesn’t want a dildo in me. He says that he’s enough of a man to make sure that I’m satisfied and the assertive arrogance is attractive. When I sleep with Jerry, which has been once since this whole thing had started, she was overly aggressive with me and I felt as if she was overcompensating for something.
My nursing program had to place me somewhere else due to the fact that Tim and his family have been dropped from the program. I knew something like that would happen as soon as my school caught wind of the arrest. I’m upset because I liked Tim. He needed someone to take care of him and it made me happy that I was able to do that.
The new home that I’m doing my clinicals at is different. The family has money and are actually paying me under the table. I suspect that my mother, the governor, had something to do with this classy placement. The McDougals have money and I know that they are donating a lot of money to Mom’s campaign. I work in this cushy house for about twenty hours a week and I’m getting five hundred a week for it. That’s a lot of money for just the simple care that I’m providing.
Here I sit, on my couch wearing nothing but a silk robe and I wait for Garrett. He’s coming over to “watch” a movie with me. Hello, I was in high school, I know that’s an innuendo for sex. For some reason I’m so nervous. I have a feeling this has to do with the fact that I’ve never had sex with him alone.
What if I’m not enough? What if he comes in and realizes that he doesn’t want this shit anymore? Being with one person when you are so used to being with two, that’s going to take an adjustment. Do we just immediately jump in my bed?
There’s a knock on my door as all my self doubt hits me like a ton of bricks. “Come in,” I call and wait to see the door handle turn. Since I wanted to be dramatic and get the wow factor, I left the door unlocked. As the handle turns, I lean against the side of my cushion and cross my legs sexily.
“Do you not understand how unsafe it is to leave your door unlocked at this hour?” His gorgeous face floats through my vision and I feel the heat of his stare look at my body. “Woah, wait. I get you all to myself?”
With my inner slut, I uncross my legs and let him have a peek at my bare pussy. “Yes. Are you going to stand there or come over here?”
In a flash, I felt the weight and body heat of him on me. “Fuck. You’re trying to unman me, cupcake.”
“Shh,” I whisper and dip my hands down his chest.
Garrett’s lips are everywhere on my face and I can feel them deeper than my outside appearance. Yeah. Let’s pocket that one and think about it later.
With his encouragement, I slide my legs open under him and allow him to situate himself between them. My moan sounds loud since it rang through the blood pulsing in my ear and I thrust my hips up in response.
He takes his hands from my face and dips them to untie my robe. “This is sexy, cupcake…” I can feel his finger lightly trace my nipple and his lips dip down to kiss me passionately. My nipples pebbled and harden into peaks that are stiff to the point of uncomfortability.
Garrett
Is it possible for my dick to be so hard that it’s going to stop working? Holy fucking shit. I thought for sure that seeing Liz with Jerry was hot, but knowing that she’s all mine right now, is so much hotter.
Part of me wants to take my time and go through some foreplay, but the other part, the dominant part, says “fuck it!”
I slip my hand from her nippled and pull down my zipper on my jeans. “You know, I was okay with just watching a movie,” I whisper against her lips and she shudders.
“Yeah, I know. I thought it would be nice to have some one on one. Don’t you think?”
Our lips are meshed together and our tongues are dueling each other viciously. My answer to her question is in a kiss and she nods her head. Once my zipper is down, I reach into my pocket for the condom and bring it to my mouth. Using my teeth, I quickly make work of freeing the rubber and slip it on my dick.
“You ready?” I ask and honestly I don’t give a fuck if she is or not.
“Yeah.”
Within seconds, I wrap her legs around my thighs and slip in. She’s hot and tight as she squeezes me with her inner muscles. I break our kiss and look at her. Really look at her.
Her face is flushed with pink and her lips are swollen. Liz’s blonde hair is an array of crazy but she’s the most beautiful person in the world. I love that her face is scrunched up with pleasure that I’m giving her and I know that she’s loving it.
In that moment, I know that I can never go back to sharing her. No, she’s mine exclusively, I just have to convince her that I’m enough. My heart beats faster and my blood boils hotter as I think about the possibility of her seeing other people.
There’s a pounding of an alarm in my head that is telling me to retreat and I almost do it. Even though I would have some massive blue fucking balls, the emotions that are flooding through me right now are not suitable. I don’t like feeling this way.
Fuck this. I need to change up the game.
I pull myself out of her and she groans from being empty. “My dick feels the same way.”
“Then put it back. He feels so good.”
“I want you to be on top.”
I roll off the couch and position myself on the comfy carpet. My dick is protesting being out of it’s warm hole but in good time. I lazily pull on my tip and lick my lips as she slips the robe off and positions herself on me. I can feel the muscles of her tighten around me and she throws her head b
ack in pleasure. “I love being on top. You go so deep,” she murmurs.
My hands grip her waist to slow her down and she rides me slowly. “Perfect.”
She pulls me in and out in a speed that makes my eyes shut and clench together. I want to fuck the shit out of her, but I’m enjoying this. It’s a weird contradiction.
I slip my hand in between our bodies and settle my thumb against the hood of her clit. “Feel good?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You going to come?” I taunt.
“Uh-huh.”
“Good,” I further taunt. “We’re going to come together. You ready?”