5. Synchronicity
FIVE
SYNCHRONICITY
Leah and I kiss slowly as we catch our breath, my cock softening inside her. I lift off of her, looking into her eyes as I swivel my hips and my cock slides free. When I roll on my back beside her, Leah sighs before twisting and curling to lick and suck my cock, humming as she cleans our combined juices with slow drags of her tongue. She stares at me as she pulls away, swallowing before sliding up and laying her head on my chest.
“Damn, I needed that,” she says as her fingers trace through my chest hair. “I love Paige, don’t get me wrong. But I need dick more than I let on.”
“Seems she feels the same way.” I grin, recalling the active night of sex in my cabin with her wife, then the nature walk to the rocky bank bordering the artesian spring. “You’re both insatiable.”
“You seem to be doing a good job of keeping up,” Leah says, then leans and kisses me. The kiss deepens again as we enjoy the warmth of our bodies. Even feeling sated, my cock throbs as Leah swirls her tongue against mine. She lifts from my lips, arching a brow as she looks between us. “See?”
“It’s been a while,” I admit, rubbing her warm skin, slick from sweat.
“I need to eat,” Leah says when her tummy grumbles. “But you’re making it difficult to leave the bed.”
“You’re not making it easy either.” I smile, and we kiss again. As good as it feels to kiss and bask in the moment’s bliss when my stomach growls, I break the kiss and roll to the side of the bed. “They went to the lodge to fix breakfast,” I say, pulling up my shorts. “C’mon. Let’s go get some grub.”
Leah grins as our eyes connect, but she pushes up, crossing her legs as she sits up. Her breasts bob as she shifts around, looking for her clothes. I watch her as she looks around, and it takes her a moment to remember we’re in her cabin. She laughs, then climbs out of bed and walks to the closet.
“You make it hard to concentrate,” she says with a laugh. “I forgot where I was.”
“We can take a quick shower?” I offer, even as I pull on my sneakers.
“I’ll just freshen up,” she says, looking over my shoulder as she enters the bathroom. “I don’t think anything we do in the shower together would be quick.”
“Fair,” I smirk as she closes the door then I hear the sink running.
I gather up my sweaty t-shirt and take a sniff. Raising my voice over the running water, I call out. “I’m going to change my shirt and be right back.”
“Okay! I’ll meet you outside?”
“Smart,” I call back.
I’m amazed at my stamina as I adjust my cock, responding to the thought of the buxom naked woman just behind the door. If I stay and watch her dress, we’ll never make it to the lodge and breakfast. I walk out and across the yard between our two cabins, shaking my head at the twist this weekend has given me.
I strip when I’m back in my bedroom, looking at the tangle of sheets from last night. I’ve given that bed a workout with Paige last night and Amy before they arrived. I strip the sheets and carry them to the lodge, remembering that Amy was doing laundry yesterday. I pull on fresh clothes, gather the bedding bundle under one arm, and go back outside.
Leah comes out, sees me carrying the sheets, and grins. “Oh, good idea. I’ll be right back.” She disappears inside, and it’s not long before she returns with her arms full of bed linens.
I grin and match her pace as we walk past the pool to the lodge.
Leah hums as we walk, and I recall the music as she smiles at me. “You remember the song?”
“The tune, not the name of it,” I say. “It’s familiar.”
“Kashmir,” Leah says and winks at me before continuing. “By Led Zeppelin, it gets stuck in my mind. I enjoy how it builds. It makes a nice tune for fucking.”
I nod as we continue humming, then I go quiet and look at her. “I didn’t expect any of this,” I confess. “I’m not quite sure what to say. You are all so cool about this.”
“You have been, too,” Leah says, bumping her shoulder against my side. “I can’t tell you how many guys end up being possessive jerks after a night of sex. “I like sex—a lot. But a dick isn’t changing my priorities in life. Although your dick might make me reconsider.”
I smirk, looking at her out of the corner of my eyes. “I’m not looking for anyone to change their priorities. Not when I’m so confused about mine. I live like a hermit most of the time. Living on the road, I’ve learned that messing around with one-night stands isn’t always fun. That seems counterintuitive, doesn’t it?”
“Sounds smart, if you ask me.” Leah keeps walking, and I jog up the deck steps to open the door to the lodge. “Sex can mess up your mind without the proper boundaries. Also, we’re not one-night stands, Kurt.”
I blink in surprise but nod as she passes by before following her inside. The door closes behind me with a bang. Paige pops around the corner and then smiles at us, seeing we’re carrying laundry.
“Oh, good idea!” she says, turning toward the kitchen. “Amy, they brought our sheets to wash.”
Glancing inside, I find Amy stirring something in a cast-iron skillet. She grins at me and then nods in the direction we were walking. “Just down the hall, second door on the right. You can use one scoop of detergent, and the machine can handle all that, no problem.”
Paige turns and leads us down the hall, holding the door open. Leah goes in first and drops the linens in an open washer, pressing them down to give me room to do the same. Paige scoops a cup of dry laundry detergent and dumps it on top while Leah finds the dial and fixes the settings. She presses a button when I close the lid, and the machine comes to life.
“Wow, we make a good team,” I say as we return to the kitchen.
“Yeah, it’s like we’re in each other’s heads,” Leah says, winking at me.
“Feels good,” I say softly. I don’t want this to end, I think to myself.
“Help me set the table,” Paige says, hooking my arm with her hand and breaking me out of my thoughts. “Leah can help Amy with what’s left to cook.”
I follow along into a large dining area, and one of the tables already has a tablecloth spread. “Find the plates and glasses, and I’ll get the silverware,” Paige says, pointing to some open shelves with stacks of dishes lined up beside rows of glasses.
We get it all put out without any confusion, and I’m struck by how in sync the four of us have become. Amy and Leah join us, carrying a platter of scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, biscuits, and gravy. I find a chair as Amy sets out the eggs and scoops some onto my plate. Leah returns from the kitchen with a bowl of fresh fruit cut into pieces and some granola. Paige places pitchers of juice and milk on the table and then sits on one side of me. Amy settles into my other side, and Leah grins at me across the table.
“Dig in,” Amy says when we all pause. “I’m glad you’re all here. Especially you, Kurt.”
“I’m happy to be here, with such beautiful company.” A sense of peace and belonging settles in my gut as we all start serving ourselves. I can’t stop grinning at each of them as we enjoy our impromptu brunch.