Neighbors With Benefits

52 - Jazz

52

Jazz

“Let me get this straight,” Cat said in my office. She had put down her fork and was giving the conversation her full attention. “You had anal sex with Dante for the first time, and you loved it?”

“Yup.”

“And then you had a threesome with Dante and Bash?”

“Uh huh.”

Cat stood up, came around the desk, and hugged me.

“What’s that for?” I asked.

“I’m just so proud of you!” she said, wiping an imaginary tear from her eye. “A year ago, you were judging me for having threesomes and doing butt stuff. But now you’re the one doing it, you big slut!”

“Please don’t call me a slut.”

“I mean it in the best possible way. Sluts are good. Sluts are confident. Sluts aren’t afraid of doing what they want without society judging them.” She waved a dismissive hand. “Look at you, Jazz! You’re having so much fun!”

I allowed myself to giggle. “I am. I really am.”

“Are you sore?”

“A little,” I said.

She nodded knowingly. “It’s definitely not something you do every time. But oh boy, when the mood is right, there’s nothing better. Now you just need to try DP.”

“That’s what they said!” I replied.

“All the women I’ve talked to who have done it love it. Of course, you have to have two guys who are into it.”

“You’ve never done it?”

She shook her head. “I’ve never had the opportunity, I’m sad to say. Which is why you have to! I need to live vicariously through your love life!”

“It’s weird being on this side of it,” I said. “Usually you’re the one bragging to me about all your sexual adventures.”

“I know,” she said dryly. “It kind of pisses me off. But mostly I’m happy for you. Mostly .”

“If you want me to stop giving you the sizzling details…” I said.

Cat slammed her palm down on my desk, rattling the keyboard. “Don’t even joke about that. Right now, your love life is better than any soap opera. And it’s only going to get better when Aiden is home and all three of them can share you at the same time. I’m invested, Jazz. You’re my new Grey’s Anatomy!”

I had been so focused on a threesome that I didn’t even think about all four of them at the same time. That seemed like a lot. Would there even be enough room in one bed?

But the idea excited me. I couldn’t wait to give it a try, if all three guys were open to it.

“I’m glad you guys are doing things like cuddling, too,” Cat said. “It’s definitely not just physical. You’re falling for them!”

“What?” I flinched. “No I’m not.”

“Yes, you definitely are,” she insisted.

I put down my own fork. “We agreed not to catch feelings. It’s just casual.”

Cat chuckled and said, “I don’t know what to tell you, Jazzy. You’re cuddling with them. They’re spending the night and making you breakfast. Hell, you hung out and watched football with them. I hate to break it to you, but those are all signs of a real relationship. And you’re in three of them at the same time!” She shivered. “God, you’re so lucky. I can’t even find one solid romantic partner.”

I thought about that for the rest of the day at work. I thought about it on my drive home. I thought about it when Bash came over for game night.

And I thought about it while we were tangled together in bed, Bash driving into me again and again, his gaze so intense as he came it seemed like he was staring directly into my soul.

Yeah, it was more than just physical. For both of us. And if it was that way with Bash…

Shit.

I tried not to worry about it for the next week. Dante and Bash worked together with me on the final touches of the greenhouse—cleaning the windows, caulking the remaining gaps, installing lighting in the base of the planters so we could see where we were walking at night. Sometimes I slept with Bash, and other times it was Dante. We had another threesome, me on my hands and knees on the couch while they took me from both ends. Dante fucked me from behind, grabbing a handful of my hair and pushing me down on Bash’s dick.

“You can take more,” Dante practically growled while driving into me. “Open your throat. Suck that cock.”

God, the dirty talk turned me on. Not just doing it, but hearing them describe it. I was learning that that made me come even faster than the act itself.

And then Aiden came home.

I had been nervously awaiting his return for a while now. I missed him so much that I asked the others if I could have a night alone, just Aiden and me. They agreed begrudgingly.

“He can have you alone tonight,” Dante said, cupping my chin. “But tomorrow? Tomorrow, you’re ours to share.”

A sexy shiver went up my spine. I almost wanted to skip tonight with Aiden and jump straight to the group activity tomorrow.

Almost.

I picked Aiden up from the airport with a printed out sign, like one of those limo drivers. When Aiden came walking through security, I felt my breath seize in my lungs. He was wearing a suit, which accentuated his slender frame and made him seem so much more suave and mysterious than the Aiden I knew.

He saw me and immediately started laughing.

“What’s so funny?” I said, glancing at the sign:

ORGASM DONATION CENTER

AIDEN RUSH

EMERGENCY SHUTTLE

“We’ve got the car and driver waiting for you,” I said in a rush. “We have police ready to block traffic at all the intersections. Your orgasms are needed right away!”

“I can’t believe you had that sign made,” he said with a grin.

“I’ve gotten a lot of stares, but I don’t care. It was worth it to make you laugh.”

“Come here,” he said, pulling me into his arms and kissing me hard . I pressed my body up against his, savoring the way we felt together. It was like no time had passed at all.

“Can I make a donation on the ride home?” he asked.

“Unfortunately, there isn’t a driver. It’s just me and my car.”

“Aww.”

I wrapped my arm around him. “But we have you scheduled for multiple donations.”

“Wow. I didn’t realize there’s a shortage.”

“Demand has skyrocketed in recent weeks,” I replied seriously. “Thank you for your service.”

“I truly am a hero,” Aiden said wistfully.

We laughed and caught up on the ride home. Aiden apologized for not sending as many baked treats on his recent trip; apparently his hotel didn’t have an oven, so he had to try to make do with the toaster oven at the office.

“I’ll accept your apology—this time,” I said. “You have plenty of time to make it up to me.”

“No trips out of town for another month,” he said, sliding his hand over my thigh. “So, yeah. Plenty of time.”

Aiden casually caressed me through my jeans while I drove home. It was quite the distraction. And when we pulled into my driveway, he immediately got out of the car and took my hand, leading me into my house.

“What about your suitcase?” I asked.

“No time,” he replied, quickening his step.

We were making out before the front door had closed all the way, stripping our clothes on the way to the bedroom. He was so hungry for me, mirroring my own desire and reflecting it back at me. We fell onto the bed together, Aiden spreading my legs and sinking into me with his weight. I couldn’t stand not feeling him for even another second, so I reached between us and guided him into me.

Both of us gasped, then swallowed each other’s sighs with more kissing. I had intended to try something new with him, to let him fuck my ass the way I had allowed Bash and Dante, but he felt too good for me to change what we were doing. I folded my legs around him and held him close, both of us moving our bodies together in perfect sexual rhythm. We groaned, and squeezed, and clung, and moaned, and came together in terrible ecstasy, savoring what we had been denied for the past few weeks.

And he held my gaze while filling me with his seed, wrapping his arm underneath my neck and holding me close, sharing breath and skin and physical space.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he breathed as the last trembles of his cock petered out.

“I’ve missed you too. I’ve missed this ,” I said, squeezing my legs tighter.

“Have you missed losing to me at Bananagrams?”

I playfully shoved him. “I’ve missed kicking your ass at whichever game we play.”

Aiden chuckled, but didn’t release his grip on me. “Seriously, Jazz. I love… being with you.”

The pause was barely noticeable, but it was there. Like he had changed what he was going to say at the very last second. I gazed up into his eyes and for a brief, connected moment, I knew what he meant. I knew what he wanted to say, but was too afraid to voice.

And what terrified me the most: I felt it too.