Kourtney
“That’s the last of it,” Dad says, tugging on the zipper of the delivery bag. “I’ll get this in the van for you two.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
He turns to exit the kitchen, and Celeste breezes through the door with four coffee cups.
“Good morning, Celeste.” Dad pulls her into a hug. “To what do we owe this pleasure?”
“Just wanted to bring my favorite people some coffee to get their day started.” She sets down the cup holder and passes out the cups to each of us. “Kourt, I made sure to tell them that you only wanted the teeniest drop of coffee with your cup of milk.”
I shoot her a glare as I snatch the cup out of her hand. “Thank you very much.”
I’m surprised to see her in such a chipper mood after our argument. Then again, she’s here to see Erika, so in true Celeste fashion, she’s putting her feelings aside and showing up for our friend.
Dad smiles. “Kourt, bring Celeste to dinner on Friday when you come with Jason.”
I flick my eyes to her. “You free on Friday?”
“Free as a bird.” Celeste holds out her arms and spins in a circle. “Not having a job really clears up your schedule.”
Dad chuckles. “All right, I’ll see you ladies later.”
He leaves, and the three of us wait to make sure he’s gone before we start talking.
Erika whips around to face Celeste. “Okay, show me your tits.”
Celeste lifts her shirt, revealing her bright-pink bra, and sticks out her chest. “Feel ’em. I took some pictures with and without the bra for the doctor.”
“You are the best.” Erika lifts her palms and squeezes Celeste’s D-cups. “Damn. These things are magical.”
I laugh. “They are pretty magical. They’ve gotten us just about anything we’ve ever asked for growing up.”
Celeste pulls down her shirt and airdrops several pictures to Erika. “When’s the surgery?”
Erika heaves a sigh. “I don’t know yet. I’m going for a consultation today, but I have to wait until I get the okay from the doctor after my vaginoplasty.”
Erika has saved up for this moment for years. I couldn’t be happier for her to finally feel like she belongs in the body she’s in.
Celeste’s eyes light up. “You should make a mold of your dick before the surgery, and make a dildo out of it. Then, you can literally fuck yourself.”
Erika throws her head back as she laughs. “Oh my god, you’re sick. I love it.”
Celeste hikes a shoulder. “I would totally do that.”
I shake my head. “Of course you would.”
Our laughter dies down, and silence fills the space between us.
I clear my throat. “Well, we should get going if we don’t want to sit in traffic.”
Erika shoves her phone back into her apron before pulling Celeste in for a hug. “Thank you so much for the pictures.”
“Of course.” Celeste pulls back and nudges Erika with her elbow. “If the doctor is hot and he likes what he sees when you show him my pictures, feel free to slip him my number.”
Erika chuckles. “Will do.”
Celeste’s piercing blue eyes lock with mine, and for a split second, it’s just the two of us alone in our off-campus apartment again. Thoughts of last night’s conversation push to the forefront of my mind, and my throat thickens as I fight to swallow past the growing lump.
Is she still mad?
Did I ruin our friendship with my idea?
“I’ll see you at home later?” I ask, hoping she isn’t moving out already.
But Celeste nods. “See you later.”
Celeste
The look on Kourtney’s face when I left her apartment last night flashes in my mind as I lie in bed trying to fall asleep.
She’s my best friend, and I never want to upset her, especially not to the point of tears.
And I’m not the kind of person to judge or squash my friend’s dream.
I was thrilled to hear she wanted to create the website and finally start her own business.
I was ready to hand over my contacts and tell her to make an app to go along with it.
I was on board with anything she wanted to do.
Anything but this.
I’ve heard about couples who invite a third person into their relationships, and I never thought twice about it. Gay, straight, monogamous, polyamorous—whatever floats your boat is cool with me, as long as you’re all consenting adults.
But this is my best friend and her husband. This isn’t some random couple looking to spice up their love life. This would complicate things between us in ways we could never take back.
No matter how hot it would be.
That notion isn’t lost on me.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t turned on by the way Jason was watching the two of us dance together at Trenton’s wedding.
Feeling Kourtney’s body against me, knowing it was turning her on to have my hands on her while her husband watched, knowing that if I slipped my fingers between her thighs, I’d find her wet.
And then when Jason joined us and told me to stay so he could dance with the both of us…
a piece of my heart broke off like a traitor jumping ship and swimming across enemy lines.
But Kourtney and I blurred the lines between us once before, and it ended with me having to learn how to let her go. Now, I’d have to let them both go and watch them continue living happily ever after. I don’t have it in me to go through that.
Why would she offer something like this?
I roll onto my back with a frustrated sigh.
Things are going to be so weird between us for the next few weeks while I’m staying here.
I should just pack my shit and go stay at a hotel like I originally wanted to.
But maybe that’d make things worse. Maybe in the morning, we can move forward and forget about this whole crazy idea of fucking each other.
Maybe they got my message loud and clear, and they’ll drop it.
Only one way to find out.
I sit up and yank the charger out of my phone before typing a text to Kourtney.
Me: I’m sorry I reacted that way earlier. I didn’t mean to make you cry.
Little Mouse: It’s understandable. I know it was a shocking thing to hear.
Me: That was probably the last thing on earth I’d ever expect to hear from you.
Little Mouse: I wish you would’ve stayed so we could’ve kept talking.
Little Mouse: Jason feels awful you left the way you did.
Me: He knows not to worry about me. I’m a big girl.
Little Mouse: I always worry about you—Jay
Me: Ew, now you’re texting as a couple? *barf emoji*
Little Mouse: *middle finger emoji*
Me: I really am excited for you about the website. I have some contacts I’m going to share with you. Web designer, graphic designer, etc. They can make the website look amazing.
Me: Plus, I think we should consider making an app to go along with the site. People are using their phones most of the time anyway.
Little Mouse: I love that idea. Thank you so much.
Little Mouse: Now can you please come out of your room so we can talk?
I let out a long breath and set my phone down on my nightstand before heading into the hallway.
“We’re in the bedroom,” Kourtney calls.
I stick my head through the doorway. “Please tell me you’re both clothed.”
Jason chuckles. “Do I need to put a shirt on, or are you good?”
I waltz into their bedroom and hop onto the corner of the bed. “You’re good, boss man. Just keep that anaconda in your pants.”
Kourtney sits up against the headboard, wearing an oversized T-shirt that hangs off one shoulder. “I’m really sorry about earlier. I never meant to make you feel like you were some plaything that could be passed around between us. That’s not what I was thinking when I came up with this idea.”
My eyebrows press together. “What were you thinking?”
“It was on my mind after Trenton’s wedding.” She runs a hand through her hair. “I liked the way it felt with the three of us dancing together. Having you both close to me. Having you close to each other. It just felt…right.”
It did, as much as I hate to admit it.
My gaze drifts to Jason. “And how does that make you feel?”
“What are you, my therapist now?”
I smack his foot. “Come on. You guys brought this up. Let’s be real.”
He lets his head fall back against the headboard, leveling me with that intense stare of his. “You’ve always been a part of us. You should know that by now.”
Kourtney nods. “And this isn’t some fantasy I want to fulfill with just anyone. It’s you. And it’s him. The two people I love and trust the most in this world.”
“I guess I just don’t understand how two people who are in as much love as you two are would be okay with sharing each other. Wouldn’t you feel jealous?”
“Kourtney is not my property,” Jason says. “She chooses me, and I choose her. I’m secure in our love. It doesn’t matter what she wants—if it makes her happy, then I’ll stop at nothing to make sure she has it. What she loves, I love. If it’s important to her, it’s important to me.”
“And you?” I swing my gaze to Kourtney. “You want your man sticking his pecker in someone else?”
Her nose crinkles as she laughs. “No, not someone else.” She glances at her husband briefly before her eyes return to mine. “You, though…while I’m there.” She nods. “The three of us together.”
Desire fists my heart, blocking out all logic, but I fight to keep my mind in control.
“There’s no going back from something like that. You know that, right? If we crossed that line, it would ruin everything between us.”
Kourtney’s lips tug into a frown. “Why does it have to ruin everything?”
“Because how does it end? Where does our friendship go from there?” I hike a shoulder. “What happens when your little fantasy fizzles out?”
“Who says it’d fizzle out?” Jason asks.
My mouth falls open. “You said it’d be for the website. How long would it go on for until you’re ready to turn your threesome back into a couple?”
Kourtney chews her bottom lip. “I don’t know, okay? I didn’t think this all through. All I know is that we’re all feeling something here, and I want to explore what that something is.”
Despite my mixed-up emotions, pride surges in my chest. “Confidence looks good on you, Kourt. I’m proud of you for speaking your mind.”
She drops her gaze to her hands in her lap, letting her hair fall in her face to conceal the smile I know is there. “I’m tired of not going after the things I want.”
Jason leans in and presses a kiss to her temple. “You deserve it all, agápi mou.”
The two of them look at me, searching my eyes for an answer.
But I don’t have one.
Not yet.
“I need time to sit with this,” I say. “This isn’t something you jump into without thinking through.”
Kourtney’s eyebrows hit her hairline. “But you’ll think about it?”
“I will.” I roll off the bed and plant my feet on the floor. “But not tonight. I’m tired.”
Kourtney slides out of bed and wraps her arms around me in a tight hug. “Nothing will ever change between us. I promise.”
I don’t say what I’m really thinking, not wanting to smack down her hopeful heart.
“Night, guys.”
“Goodnight, kókkino.”
I glance over my shoulder at Jason, and he shoots me a wink before I close their door and return to my room.
I said I wasn’t going to think about it tonight, but the more I tell myself not to think about it, the more my mind wanders to the very thought I’m trying to avoid.
What would it be like to have sex with multiple partners? A trio instead of a duo. Two mouths, two sets of hands, multiple holes and pleasure points.
When the three of us were dancing together at the wedding, Jason snaked his hand around to settle against my lower back like he was claiming me.
He pulled me close, pressing me against his wife, and there was possession in his eyes.
He likes to be the boss. To sit back and assess, to watch everything around him so he can be in control of the situation.
I can almost hear his gruff voice in my ear. Get on your knees and suck my cock, kókkino.
He only calls me that because I have red hair. It doesn’t mean anything special. But it sounds special coming from him.
What would it feel like to be fucked by him while Kourtney sits on my face?
God, this is so wrong, fantasizing about my best friend and her husband.
This is what they wanted though, isn’t it?
I slip my hand into the waistband of my sleep shorts, rubbing myself to the thought of Kourtney and Jason.
He might like to be dominant, but so do I.
I’d make him get on his knees so I could put my foot on his shoulder and make him eat my pussy.
Kourtney would kneel down beside him, jealous for a taste.
Their tongues would entwine as they lapped at me, and I’d grip onto the backs of their heads, a fistful of hair in each hand like a fucking queen ordering her servants to feast.
My hand goes wild between my legs as the fantasy plays out in my head, and I come so hard I see stars.
I’m left panting alone in my bed as the scene fades—just like I’d be once Jason and Kourtney were done having their fun with me.
Alone.