7. Seven
Seven
Cole
Blake and Landon flank me as I knock on Jasmine’s door—a small, but well-cared for-house. My heart races, unsure of how she’ll react since she was adamant about getting in touch with us, and not the other way around. Plus, it seemed like there was more to the awkward morning with Trent. He says we can do what we want though.
We’ve waited a few days to reach out, but couldn’t stand to let another day pass without seeing her. And we’re pretty proud of our long-range master plan and the offer we have for today.
“Jasmine. It’s Cole. Blake and Landon are here, too.”
Continued silence. We exchange glances. Have we made a mistake? Her car is in the driveway and a few lights are on. We waited until evening, hoping she’d be done with work.
“Come on, Peaches! Open up!” Landon calls out.
Finally, we hear movement from inside. I shift my weight. If she’ll just let us in.
She doesn’t open the door. “What are you doing here?”
“We’ve got a business proposition for you,” Blake says, his voice smooth and encouraging.
She hesitates. “Did Trent put you up to this?”
“He wanted nothing to do with it,” I tell her. “But he gave us his blessing.”
“And my address.”
Landon grins. “GPS from the plow, Peaches. We’re resourceful.”
“I’ve already taken a shower and was about to snuggle up with a book. I’m not ready for company.”
“All we need is for you to hear us out… preferably not through the front door.”
“But I don’t have makeup on or my hair done.”
“I think we’re well past that.”
“And I might not be fully recovered from the other night.”
My chest tightens and my cock twitches. We went pretty hard with her, but she encouraged it.
“We can help with that if you’ll let us—a little pampering.”
She unlocks the door, opens it, and we file into her cozy living room, taking in the colorful throw pillows and eclectic art on the walls. It’s so bold. So Jasmine.
“You’re just as beautiful without fancy hair and makeup.” It sounds lame, but it’s true. I try not to stare, but it’s hard to process that she’s as pretty as my brain remembered.
“Let’s focus on the business proposal.” She points us to the living room couch and dining room chairs.
“Today is simply a proposal and initiation of negotiations.”
We lay it out, starting with a mere ten thousand dollars a month and one weekend away with her. This base-level plan is the least outlandish, in case we risk coming across as rich assholes with the higher-level plans. The problem is that we’re addicted to her and need a fix.
The plans go up in dollar amount and time commitment from there, but she cuts us off before we get to the move in with us, million dollar a month, and free-use package.
“Stop. What is this?”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“The whole idea of you paying me.”
“You don’t want a relationship, so dating’s out of the question.”
Blake cuts in. “We don’t feel right about making you a booty call.”
Landon adds, “As business owners, much like yourself, we understand that your time is valuable. Everything becomes an exchange of time and money. We want to make that right by you.”
I jump ahead. “I didn’t finish spelling out the different options, but basically, you can mix and match anything we offered or come up with your own.”
“You’re cracking me up. As business owners, much like myself … We don’t have anything in common.”
“Just because your business is smaller than ours, doesn’t mean you don’t have to make tough decisions. It’s all scaled. You care about your business and that’s what matters.”
Landon adds, “And some things take time. Like the national parks partnership we’re pursuing. Good things come to those who wait.”
She smirks at his joke then refocuses. “The mix and match thing… I could mix one dollar amount with any of the time commitments?”
She’s considering it. Are we getting somewhere? My heart kicks into overdrive. My cock is ready. I take a breath to keep calm.
“Whatever you want. Start the negotiations.”
We’re willing to give her anything, but out of respect, we plan on trying not to appear overeager.
She thinks for a minute, which grows into an agonizingly long time. It also gives my brain space to pull up memories of how good it felt to bounce her up and down on my lap at the auction.
How her tits threatened to spill out of the top of her dress. How she nuzzled her face into my neck to keep from screaming out when she orgasmed.
Her businesslike tone pulls me out of the real-life fantasy. “The big things for me are that I stay single and in control of my life. Do any versions of your plan fit that?”
“We’ll craft it however you want.”
“I’m serious. I’m not ready to settle down. I’m sure Trent… I just want the expectations to remain clear.”
“You’re crystal-clear. We’ll remain adults who enjoy spending time with each other unless you ask us for a different deal. Just pick your timeframe and dollar amount.”
She takes an exaggeratedly deep breath and closes her eyes for a moment. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but no dollars. You mentioned trading time and money. I don’t want to owe you.”
“You’re refusing the Ds. Unexpected, but okay.”
She waves a finger. “Let’s be clear. I’m only refusing one D. You can entertain me with the others.”
“Day spa?” Blake pretends to be serious.
“No, I think she wants a dog,” Landon says.
“Stop it!” Her laugh is so genuine. “I would be a horrible dog mom right now. But I’m not opposed to Blake’s offer.”
I walk to her, stroking my thumb over her cheek. “Too bad… I thought you wanted more Daddies. Day spa it is.”
She stares up at me, batting her eyelashes, rubbing a finger over my cock. “Don’t try to steal Blake’s nickname. And while I’m not opposed to a day spa, but I was thinking of a more filling D.”
I toss my head back dramatically, using all of my willpower to channel the sexual tension she’s stirring in me into a bit of fun. “Filling… got it. We’ll stop by Sugar D’s Donut Shop before we come over next time.”
She pouts.
“You keep pouting and I’ll spank your ass again, for some discipline .” Landon steps beside me. “But that wouldn’t be filling… how about some delicious wine?”
She shakes her head and suppresses a laugh.
Blake steps to my other side. “No can do. She’s underage.”
“Such a buzzkill, Dad .”
Blake gets defensive. “That’s Daddy to you, Babygirl. Just making sure they remember you’re only twenty.”
“That just makes you a douche ,” Landon says.
“You’re so crass. How about daffodils ?” Blake says.
“Yeah, that’s what I meant… I want daffodils at my beck and call.”
She’s so fun and quick-witted. I don’t want this to end, but at home we agreed there would be no sex on this trip. The master plan dictates that she understands we see her as so much more than a fuck-buddy.
Per our pre-arranged plan, I decide it’s time we leave. Besides, one more stroke of her finger, and I’m going to come in my pants. “Seems that we understand the terms. We’ll leave and mark this as the start of the cool-off and consideration period. We’ll check back in a few days, when you’ve had time to think.”
Her mouth drops open. “You’re leaving?”
“Leaving you to your… drama, as in the book you were about to cuddle up with.”
“Drama, that’s a stretch. How about dreams?” Blake says.
“How about dildo?” she mutters.
“What was that?” I pretend not to hear, and kiss the top of her head. I’ll have to process the thought of her playing with herself while I rub one out in the shower.