41. Kourtney
Kourtney
“How’s my sunshine doing?”
I smile as my father hands me a mug. “Good. How are you guys doing? I feel like I haven’t talked to you about anything other than orders and events.”
Mom slides a tea bag across the table. “That’s because we’re so damn busy all the time.”
“You need a vacation.” I dip the tea bag into my mug, swirling it around the hot water. “When’s the last time you two took some time off?”
Dad waves me off. “We can’t take a vacation right now.”
“Why not?”
“We just can’t. There’s too much going on.”
I fold my hands on the table in front of me. “Dad, listen. Life is too short to spend all of it working. You and Mom are lucky to have your health right now. You should take advantage of it.”
Mom nods fervently. “This is what I keep telling him. I don’t want to wait until I’m eighty to see Rome.”
My eyes widen. “You should totally go to Italy. I can run things here while you’re gone.”
Dad shakes his head. “Erika is out for the next two weeks, and John is taking some vacation days at the end of the month.”
“So?” I shrug. “When do you get to take vacation time?”
“How is Erika doing, by the way?” Mom asks.
“She’s in a bit of pain.” My lips tug downward when I think about how out of it she was this morning when we visited her at the hospital. “But she’ll heal, and this will all be worth it.”
Dad clears his throat and shifts in his seat. “I don’t understand how something like that even works.”
I blow on my tea before taking a sip. “From what I understand, they remove the testicles and then use genital tissue from the penis to create the parts of the vagina.”
Dad cringes, staring down at his mug.
Mom places her hand over the top of his. “It’s amazing what doctors can do these days.”
“I don’t know about that.” He shakes his head. “It’s not right. It’s not what God intended.”
“Dad…”
“No, I’m sorry, but I don’t understand what’s wrong with these people.”
“These people?” I echo.
“Men dressing like women. Women dressing like men. People want to be called a ‘they.’” He sets down his mug.
“That show Sister Wives just got renewed for another season. There are people out there in the world who are in a relationship with more than one person at the same time—and all of them are aware of it. Can you believe that?”
My stomach clenches as I try to keep my composure. “To each their own, right? We don’t know what it’s like unless we’ve experienced it, so we can’t say what’s right or wrong.”
“The Bible does.”
I scoff. “The Bible, Dad? Really? We’re not living in the Old Testament. And don’t you think that if God created everyone, he also created gay and transgender and nonbinary and polygamous people?”
“There’s man and woman. Husband and wife. Everything else is just ridiculous.”
I grit my teeth. “It’s not ridiculous, and it’s ignorant to think that way.”
Mom pats the top of Dad’s hand, her signal for him to stop talking. “People are free to do whatever they want to do.”
Would she be as tolerable if it were her own daughter?
“What would you guys have said if I told you that I wanted to change my gender like Erika when I was growing up?”
Dad shoots me a dubious look. “You wouldn’t do that.”
“But what if I did?” I arch a brow. “Would you still love and accept me?”
“Of course we would,” Mom answers for him.
“You’re my daughter.” Dad lifts his eyes to mine. “I couldn’t imagine you turning into my son. It’s…it’s so strange.”
“It’s not strange, Dad. It’s how people feel. Is that how you would feel about me if I was gay?”
Mom gives me a look that says enough. “Why don’t we change the subject? I liked talking about Italy.”
Dad clasps my hand. “You’re my daughter, and you’re married to a wonderful husband, so we don’t have to worry about a hypothetical situation just to get into an argument, okay?”
Only, it’s not hypothetical.
Tears sting my eyes but I will them away. There’s no use talking to him about this. He’s never going to change his mind.
I nod and force a smile. “I think you guys should go to Italy.”
Jason
“Whatcha doing, boss man?”
I glance up from my laptop as Celeste walks into my office. “Editing our videos.”
She tilts her head, making it look like she’s checking under my desk. “You’re not jerking off under there, are you?”
I rock back in my chair. “You’d be turned on too if you were watching what we made together.”
She walks around the corner of my desk and leans over my shoulder, peering at the screen. “Damn, my tits look good.”
I grin. “Are you surprised?”
“Nope. Just stating the obvious.”
I chuckle and pat my knee. “Sit with me. I’ll show you what I’ve been working on.”
She lowers herself onto my lap, and her sweet cinnamon scent wafts around me. I snake my arm around her waist so I can reach the mouse on the desk.
“How did you learn to do all this?” she asks.
“I was a computer nerd in college. If hockey didn’t work out for me, I would’ve gone into technology of some kind.”
“It’s good to have a plan to fall back on. So many athletes get injured and have to figure out another path for themselves.”
I zoom in on the clip to cut out the dead space around us.
It’s the scene from the hotel room last week.
As soon as I press play, the sounds of Kourtney and Celeste’s moaning pierce the air.
I cut the video as we change positions on the bed, so the video moves smoothly from one scene to the next.
Then we get to the part where Celeste bends down and her head disappears underneath Kourtney as she rides me.
“Damn,” Celeste murmurs. “I wish we could get a better view. That’s hot.”
My dick hardens at the thought of being able to see her tongue on Kourtney’s pussy as my dick moved in and out of her. “We can use another phone to get a better angle next time. People will want to see close-ups mixed in with the stationary shot.”
Celeste squirms in my lap as she watches Kourtney bounce on my dick in the video. Her thighs rub together, and I know she has to be turned on watching this because how could she not be?
I brush her hair over her shoulder and press my lips to her neck. “Do you like watching me fuck her?”
Celeste nods, licking her lips.
“Have you thought about me fucking you?”
Her body stills, and she hesitates before responding. “No.”
I smooth my hands over her thighs. “No?”
“You were always my best friend’s husband. I never thought about having sex with you, not until…”
“Until now?”
She nods again, her lips parted and her eyes on the screen.
I bite the cusp of her ear, dragging my hands up her legs until I reach the hem of her shirt. “Tell me, kókkino. Tell me all the different ways you’ve been imagining your pussy wrapped around my cock.”
I slip my hands under her shirt and cup her breasts, loving the way she arches her back into my touch.
“I’ve thought about riding your cock just like that.” She gestures to Kourtney on the screen. “You’re so big. I bet it would feel amazing to be able to feel you filling me.”
Dragging my tongue along her neck, I toy with her nipple piercings while she speaks. She opens her legs, positioning her thighs on either side of mine.
“I’ve thought about you fucking me from behind, shoving my face into the mattress while you plow into me.” She moans, rocking herself against my leg. “I’ve thought about that one quite a few times.”
“My girl likes it rough.” I tear off her shirt and lift her hips, pulling her shorts and thong down her legs so she can sit her bare pussy on my thigh.
“Kourtney sent me a text ten minutes ago saying that she was on her way home from her parents’ house.
Think you can hold out until she gets here so she can see you come all over my leg? ”
She grinds against me, planting both hands on the desk for leverage. “Yes.”
I grip her hair and yank her head back. “I don’t believe you.”
“Wanna make a bet?”
I reach down and swirl my thumb around her asshole. “If you come before she gets home, I get to fuck you tonight.”
She moans loudly. “And if I don’t? I get to tie you to the bed, and Kourtney and I will have our way with you.”
“Fucking deal.”
Either way, I make out like a lucky bastard.
Celeste slides her pussy over my leg in long, agonizing strokes. She’s so wet, I can hear her gliding over my skin.
“Look at you, getting yourself off on my leg.” I slap her ass, and she cries out. “But it’s not enough, is it? You need something more.”
Her pace picks up as I continue talking.
“I’ve thought about fucking you too, Celeste.” I slide my hand around her throat and give it a squeeze. “You’re on your back with your knees hiked up to your chest while I bury my cock deep inside you, my fingers wrapped around your throat just like this.”
She tries to moan, but I cut it off as I squeeze her neck tighter. Her arousal drips down my leg, and it’s taking all of my restraint not to push her onto the desk and fuck her with my tongue until she comes on my face.
The truth is, I don’t want her to come right now. I don’t want her to fuck me because she lost a bet or because she thinks it’ll be good for the website.
I want her to fuck me because she trusts me enough to let go of her reservations about being with me and Kourtney.
For real.
I hear the front door close and Kourtney’s voice down the hall. “Where are my people?”
“In my office,” I call. “And you better get in here quick before your best friend makes a mess all over my leg.”
Kourtney stops in the doorway, and her eyes widen. She shakes out of her coat like it’s on fire, and then she’s stalking across the room, stripping out of her clothes and tossing them on the floor behind her.
“What’s going on here?” She glances at the computer screen before letting her gaze roam over Celeste’s naked body grinding on me. Her eyes heat with desire.
“I win.” Celeste stands and grabs Kourtney’s face, pulling her in for a passionate kiss. “We both win, actually.”
Kourtney arches a brow. “What do we win?”
“We’re going to tie your husband to the bed.” Celeste glances over her shoulder at me. “And then we’re going to see how long he can last.”