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I’ve been thinking about that almost-kiss with Andie all day.The only reason I didn’t obsess over the heat of her body against mine, the scent of her strawberry shampoo, the softness of her lips beneath mine... was because dinner service was insane.But the second I got a break—during prep, on the drive home, in the locker room—it all came rushing back.Andie.It’s 2:30 AM when I walk into the apartment. Everyone’s asleep.But that won’t last.Jaime and I have a consensual-nonconsent agreement when it comes to waking each other up. And if you’ve never experienced waking to lips around your cock—or sliding into your partner half-conscious and gasping—you’re seriously missing out.Which means: we sleep naked.I step into our bedroom and see Jaime half-tangled in the blankets, one smooth mocha-colored leg thrown over the sheet, her upper body covered. Fuck. She’s gorgeous.Clothes come off fast, and I toss them toward the hamper. I’ll deal with them later. Right now, I’ve got something b
I’m huddled on the couch in front of the TV, knees tucked into my chest, arms wrapped tightly around my legs.Two hours ago, I sat down with breakfast and turned on the news—just like I always do. Normally, it’s background noise. I don’t pay much attention beyond the weather and the morning pet segment.But today, I listened.And when I heard what they were saying, I froze.I’ve just been sitting here ever since.I’d heard about COVID. It felt far away—something happening in China, then just a few isolated cases here. I figured it would fade like that Ebola scare years ago. A flash in the pan. Scary headlines, but not real.But this is different.The government is shutting everything down.We’re being told to stay home—only leave for essentials. Wear masks. Keep six feet apart from anyone who isn’t in your household. They’re calling it a quarantine.And the scariest part? You can have it and not even know. You could give it to someone you love without realizing it until it’s too late.
I come to awareness slowly—probably thanks to the hands in my hair, massaging my scalp in lazy, rhythmic circles. It feels amazing.What actually wakes me up is realizing there are hands, plural, in my hair—and one is on my arm. Unless Jorge somehow grew an extra limb overnight (and while the man’s cock is impressive, it’s not that impressive), there’s someone else involved.I blink my eyes open.I’m on my side, facing the TV, which is currently playing some wild documentary featuring tigers, lions, and a guy with the most majestic mullet I’ve ever seen. Definitely Tiger King.I’m lying on someone soft—not Jorge. And my legs are tangled with two other sets of limbs.The body beneath me is all curves and warmth and softness.Andie.I tilt my head and confirm it—yep, I’m lying on Andie’s chest. And she’s being held by Jorge.Everything rushes back—the terrifying COVID announcement, the entire country grinding to a halt, and the three of us collapsing together on the couch for comfort.I
I’ve been hard as a goddamn rock for hours after “exploring” Andie’s body. Couldn’t really touch her the way I wanted—not without waking Jaime—but that only made it hotter.The whimpers, the trembles, the way her breath caught with every slow stroke of my hand…I swear, I haven’t felt this wound up since I was a horny-ass teenager.And then I watched them kiss. Fuck. I almost came in my pants. Just watching Andie give in to Jaime like that—finally—it was enough to make my knees weak.So when Jaime held out her hand to Andie, I held my breath. Would she go with us? Would she freeze up and want to talk instead?But then—she grabbed Jaime’s hand.And reached for mine.And suddenly, nothing was holding us back.Jaime led the way, peeling off her clothes as we walked. Her eyes were locked on Andie the whole time, undressing like a fucking goddess. Andie didn’t move, didn’t breathe—just stared as Jaime slid her shirt over her head, then her bra, baring those perfect tits for us both to see.
Jorge’s mouth covers my clit and I nearly buck my hips off the bed. The only thing that stops me are his strong hands keeping me spread wide for him. As it is, I let out a loud moan—straight into Jaime’s mouth.She pulls back from the kiss, her lips trailing down my jaw to my ear. “Moan, baby,” she whispers. “I want to hear all the sweet sounds you make while he devours that hot little cunt of yours.”Oh my God. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.And Jaime’s right—Jorge is devouring me. His mouth, tongue, lips, even his fingers—they're all in on it, worshiping me like he’s starving and I’m the feast. He moans as he tastes me, like he actually loves the flavor of me on his tongue. I’ve never had a man eat me like this.Jaime trails lower down my body until her mouth latches onto one of my nipples, while her hand teases and plucks at the other.With my nipple still between her lips, she asks, “How does she taste, Daddy?”“So fucking delicious,” Jorge groans into me.“Gimme
Jorge and Andie collapse back on the bed, his cock still buried inside her. I shift up and lay beside them, sandwiching Andie between the two of us.We’re all sweaty, breathing heavily, and wearing matching perma-grins.“That was…” Andie starts, but the words trail off, lost in bliss.“Amazing,” I finish, snuggling into her neck and placing a soft kiss there.“Hot,” Jorge drawls, slinging an arm over both of us.“Everything,” she says with a satisfied sigh.We fall into a peaceful silence, tangled up together. After a few quiet minutes, Andie’s voice breaks through.“How long?”I shift, cupping her cheek to look into her face. “What, baby?”“How long?” she repeats. “Jorge told me you’ve wanted this... me... for a long time. How long?”I give her a sheepish grin. “Pretty much since I met you.”Her eyes widen in surprise. “And you never said anything? How could you not?”“You’re not gay,” I murmur, brushing my thumb along her cheek. “I didn’t think you’d be interested. I didn’t want to m
The last time I was in a polyamorous relationship, I kind of fell into it.Honestly, there was no forethought in it at all. It just sort of… happened.In college, I had this best friend, Jenna. She was awesome—funny, great taste in music and style, witty, intelligent, and just fun to be around. I won’t deny that I had a huge crush on her, but she was a lesbian and I didn’t want to push boundaries. I was just happy to hang out with my best friend.Our sophomore year, Jenna started dating this girl, Sarah. Sarah was bisexual—leaning more heavily toward women, especially for relationships—but she’d been known to have the occasional one-night stand or friends-with-benefits situation with a guy.She fit in with the two of us perfectly. Granted, I didn’t see Jenna as much at first. It was to be expected. She and Sarah had just started their relationship. I missed her, but I understood.But then things started to change. As their relationship deepened, the more they started to include me. The
When we’re finally exhausted, we collapse onto the bed—me snuggled between Jaime and Jorge. We’re sweaty and frankly a little gross, but I’m too tired to care right now.My eyes are closed, but I feel hands rubbing along my leg and arm.“How do you feel?” Jorge asks, lifting my top leg and hooking it over his hip. It’s intimate—leaving me completely open to him. His cock is soft right now, but the thought of tempting him with my still-wet heat makes my whole body ache again.“Very tired… and thoroughly satisfied,” I murmur, keeping my eyes closed.Jaime chuckles behind me, snuggling into my neck and planting a kiss just under my ear. “Damn right you are. If you weren’t, we’d have some more work to do.”Her lips make me squirm—my skin still overly sensitive from everything we just did.“Mmmm,” Jorge breathes, leaning in to follow Jaime’s lead on the other side of my neck. “I love when you make that sound.”I hadn’t even realized I had made a sound. But sure enough, when they both suck,
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I’m standing outside the girls’ apartment—our old apartment—with a picnic basket of baked goods and a cooler full of drinks, fruit, and toppings. I brought muffins, cinnamon rolls, danishes, cinnamon raisin bread, and fresh bagels.Okay, I went a little overboard. I can admit that. I’m just so fucking anxious, I don’t know what to do with myself.I was already awake when Andie’s text came through last night, replaying everything Angel had said to me earlier. I’d been scrolling through old photos of Andie and Jaime, staring at all the joy I used to have. I miss them so damn much. It took losing them to understand exactly how badly I’d fucked up.I didn’t even hesitate. I texted back immediately that I’d bring breakfast.And for the first time in a while, I fell asleep without any trouble.Granted, it was only for a few hours—I had to make deliveries at the bakery this morning—but I got there early, dropped everything off, and grabbed the best of the morning’s offerings for them.Now I’v
I’ve been tossing and turning in bed all night after listening to everything Angel and Maddie said tonight.“You three belong together.”“He loves you.”“He wants you back.”“What do you have to lose if you do call him?”I know what my heart wants. I also know what my heart is afraid is going to happen. How can I allow him to possibly hurt me—us—all over again?What’s the definition of insanity? Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result? Wouldn’t it be insane to let him back into our lives and hope it ends differently?Angel and Marta have both said he’s reduced his hours at the business. That they’ve hired new people. That he’s learned his lesson. Could it be true? Could he really have changed for us, even if he didn’t think we’d ever come back?I don’t know.We’ve been in bed since midnight, and it’s now 3 a.m. With a huge sigh, I get up and grab my robe, tying it tightly around me. I can’t lay here any longer. And if I keep shifting, I’m going to wake
Jaime and I go about making dinner in silence. We’re a well-oiled machine at this point, moving easily around each other in our kitchen. Angel and her partner Maddie are coming over tonight for dinner and to play cards.It’s something we started back in college with Angel—a weekly card game. Each week, someone picks the game we play, and once a year, each of us is supposed to introduce a new card game. We use candy and snack foods for any games that require betting. It’s more about hanging out and having fun than anything else.Maddie and Angel have been very careful about who they let into their circle, as have we, so we all feel comfortable being around each other, even with COVID still going on.Unfortunately, this is how much of our life has been since Jorge left: a silent orbit around each other. We hold each other through the tears and the pain, but we don’t really talk.I mean, what’s there to say?We’re enough for each other—but not for the man we love.It hurts. And we’re grie
“Angel, do you have tomorrow’s shipment of bread all packaged? Carmello’s needs the delivery an hour early. I’d like to be able to have everything on rolling carts so I can just load up the trucks the second I get here,” I call to Angel.When she first started working with me, I had brought Angel on just as a delivery driver. But over the last two months, I have consciously tried to pull myself back from the business, and I’ve made Angel a partner. We have three drivers, a part-time baker, and two part-time packagers. I’ve cut my hours back so that I’m working nine-hour days, as opposed to the sixteen-hour days I was working before.The only reason that I’m driving tomorrow is because our early morning guy took the day off. Otherwise, I’ve even built in Wednesdays and Sundays as days off.“Yes, everything’s all ready. Just waiting for the last batch to finish cooling before we get it packaged. I’ll get that done in the next hour,” Angel tells me.I let out a huge sigh. “Ok. I’m heading
It’s been a week since our last interaction with Jorge. We’ve been communicating via text and notes left at the apartment. The morning after our breakup, Jorge was gone before Andie and I even woke up. He’d packed a bag and left a note saying he’d be in and out while we were at work over the coming week.He’s moving into an apartment over his parents’ restaurant. It used to be his dad’s office, and over the years, various family members have crashed there when they were in the doghouse with their wives or girlfriends.Not a bad place—but not exactly the kind of space you’d expect someone with a thriving business to live in. Still, with COVID still bad, Jorge decided to stay somewhere only family had been. Said it was safer.Trying to decide what belongs to who over text is awful.I’d honestly thought Jorge was the one. The guy I’d spend the rest of my life with. When we added Andie into our lives, it felt perfect. For a while.So we bought everything together—TV, couch, microwave. Even
In that way that grief between people who love each other will sometimes turn sexual, when Jorge turns to Jaime and kisses her, she kisses him back.I lean in and kiss the side of his face. He turns toward me and—God—it feels good to kiss him. I’ve missed him so damn much. It’s been too damn long.Jaime brings his mouth back to hers, their kiss hungry and desperate. My hands go to the bottom of the hoodie he’s wearing and I rip it off of him.Jaime finds his mouth again, and I lean down, licking his nipples. He groans into Jaime’s mouth, his body tensing in arousal. He loves having his nipples played with. At the same time, I rake my nails down his abs.Jorge pulls back from Jaime’s mouth to look down at me. “Please. I need you both.” His voice is so full of need.I look at Jaime, asking if she’s okay with this. Because this is going to be an end, not a reconciliation. But I want this. I need him.Jaime nods, both of us catching the motion.Jorge surges from the chair, knocking it to t
Andie looks between Jaime and me, and I can tell she immediately understands what’s going on. She’s always had that ability—to take in a situation at a glance and know exactly what’s happening. I guess that’s what makes her such a good programmer.And an expert at calling me on my bullshit.Ever since the day I triggered Jaime’s meltdown, Andie’s been more distant with me. I think she realized that, even though the promises I made to her and Jaime were heartfelt, they weren’t ones I could keep.The time I managed to get after that? It felt more like it was for Jaime’s benefit than for Andie’s. As introverted and quiet as she appears, Andie doesn’t take shit from anyone.She gave me more rope than I deserved. And I guess I finally used it to hang myself.“How far are we into this conversation?” Andie asks calmly.I blink at her, caught off guard by how level her voice is.Jaime answers instead. “I told him he’s not treating us like priorities. That the last chance we gave him was the la
I’m sitting on the couch flipping through TV channels when Jorge walks in. It’s been two days since our failed date night, and this is the first time I’ve seen him for more than a passing second. He’s dressed in sweats and a tank top, hair wet from a shower—he must’ve just come back from a run.Andie and I have been sleeping in her old room ever since that night. With the hours he’s been keeping, I don’t really know what he’s up to anymore.Honestly? I don’t know if I can even muster the energy to care. Every time I try, it just ends up hurting.“Hey…” Jorge says tentatively, sitting on the arm of the couch.I glance over. “Hey,” I reply, then turn my attention back to the TV.“Um… where’s Andie?” he asks, like he’s not sure what to say.“Doctor’s appointment and then grocery shopping.” My responses aren’t angry—just short. I give the remote a voice command to switch to N*****x and start scrolling through options, skipping past the show I actually want to watch.Shadow and Bone. Can’