Chapter 7
“Oh, Dot. That’s the one.” Rose whispers as Dottie spins around on the raised dais in front of the three mirrors.
I nod, biting my bottom lip as tears fall down my cheeks.
My sister is gorgeous on a normal day, but in this wedding dress…
stunning. Her happiness is like a living, breathing entity that shadows her everywhere she goes.
So much of our life growing up was mired in poop.
Pain, humiliation, indifference, and abandonment.
Blanche, Rose, Dorothy and I have been a team since inception.
And soon we will add another member to our team. Ezra Kraus is a shrewd businessman, deadly when necessary, and worships Dottie like the benevolent queen she is. He loves her unconditionally and out loud.
We are surrounded by effortless love and devotion, between partners, parents and children, extended family and friends.
I reveled in the warm glow it provided, while secretly wishing for a partner of my own.
I am so darn-tootin’ ecstatic for Dottie, but I am only human.
I wanted to be worshiped, adored, protected, and loved by a man even half as much as the couples I see every day.
Be careful what you wish for…I have two.
It’s still hard to believe. Difficult to comprehend how much my life has changed in a few days.
Saying I was drawn to Yakov and Monty would have been a massive understatement.
They are two sides of a coin, and I craved both in devastatingly equal measure.
Never in a thousand lifetimes could I have ever imagined that they would BOTH reciprocate, let alone be open to an unconventional relationship.
The fact that they had never entertained the idea of the two of them together until me is both deeply satisfying and a little overwhelming.
What if we give this a try and it fails?
What if they decide that they don’t need me and are content as a couple?
Or what if I’m the reason a life-long friendship burns to ash?
“Sophia?” I glance up when Vandy says my name. Looking around, I sink into the supple leather couch with an embarrassed smile.
“Sorry. Lost in thought.” It takes me another second to realize she’s standing next to Dottie in a completely different style dress but looking just as breathtaking.
“Oh, wow. Vandy, that dress looks like it was made for you. And Dot.” I wipe away my tears and stand on shaky legs to approach my sister.
“Ezra is gonna hate it.” She laughs, understanding what I mean.
“He is. It’s perfect.” The style on her body shape is sexy and tasteful. Molding to her curves while still leaving plenty to the imagination. And Ezra is quite imaginative. Believe me, I’ve heard or walked in on plenty over the course of their relationship.
“My brother is going to throw you over his shoulder before you’ve even made it down the aisle.” Tov states with a teasing grin aimed at Vandy.
Dalisay snaps her head to glare at Tov. “If everyone is already gathered, I am sure we can accommodate a funeral rather than a wedding.” I swallow hard and retake my seat at Dalisay’s casual threat to Tevye’s life. I want to laugh like the others, but I know she is deadly serious.
“Julia, is the dressing room ready?” Seril calls out to one of the attendants.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Seril claps her hands together and then rubs them like a movie villain. “Excellent. Bailey, off you go.” Bailey drops the plate of fruit in her lap and stares at her friend with unconcealed horror.
“What?” Vandy, who works with Bailey at Suzie’s Support Network, a charity run by the Kosher Nostra, steps down from the dais and reaches out for her friend.
Seril grabs Bailey’s other hand and the two haul her up from the couch.
I snicker when Bailey tries to dig her heels in and remain right where she is.
Foolish girl. Seril is the Sarai Ima and a determined, stubborn woman with the biggest heart.
“Sweetie, your wedding had to be postponed because of Ernie’s surgery.”
“We’re gonna go to the courthouse soon.” It’s been months since they officially became engaged.
They’ve been dating since Seril met Moshe, but Ernie kept putting off asking her to marry him using man-logic.
He was waiting for the “right time”. Then he smoked a new strain of weed Zeppo and Sophie were trying out at the Burning Bush Medical Dispensary and hallucinated Hans Gruber from Die Hard was seeking revenge after Seril’s infant son supposedly threw him off Nakatomi Plaza.
According to Ernie’s enthusiastic reenactment, Hans blew up the Kosher Nostra, most of us were dead or severely injured, and when Ernie finally got Bailey to the courthouse to marry her, Hans showed up and shot Bailey.
She lay on the ground bleeding flowers and Ernie realized he couldn’t wait another minute to have Bailey tied to him in every way.
And this is why I don’t do drugs of any kind and barely drink alcohol.
When Ernie was firmly planted back in reality, he insisted on marrying Bailey right away.
Problem was, an intoxicated Ernie would often lose control of his bladder.
The others usually just poked fun at him for being a light weight.
But Bailey said he had to get checked out before they could marry.
She wanted a healthy husband…who didn’t pee his pants.
Seemed like a legit request to me. So, Ernie saw the Kosher Nostra doctor and what followed was months of doctor’s appointments, tests, medications and finally surgery.
Ernie is diabetic and had gone undiagnosed and untreated for a while, causing some nerve damage that affected his bladder control.
He had a bladder pacemaker implanted, made some lifestyle changes and has been accident free for a while.
They put up one of those boards that factories use that state how many days since the last accident…
Ernie was unamused at first, but he enjoys changing the number now.
Esther’s laughter is out of place in such a fancy establishment, but infectious, nonetheless. “Bailey, sweet summer child.”
“My birthday is in the fall.”
Esther keeps going. “It’s adorably na?ve to believe that Ernie’s mother, or I, would allow the two of you to commit your lives to one another in secret.”
“Not secret.” Bailey’s eyes are as wide as saucers. She looks like a Disney princess…a confused and na?ve Disney princess. “Just low key—” The room erupts in laughter and I join them.
“Low key and the Kosher Nostra do not exist in the same world, Bails.” Vandy pats her friend on the top of her head.
“You deserve a fairytale, just like we do. However, my mom has a good point. I don’t want to take away from either of you,” she looks between Dottie and Bailey, “but our guest lists are gonna overlap. Why don’t we have individual ceremonies and then one big party?
” Everyone chimes in, while ushering Bailey toward a dressing room.
A throb begins between my thighs, and I cross my legs to stem it.
It’s useless. Big. Big. We had a big party last night.
While I might be concerned about the potential fallout, I can’t say that Yak, Monty, and I don’t share intense chemistry.
Emotions and vulnerability are scary but being greedily devoured by the two of them is not.
I’m sweet, and kinda shy, and quiet…but I do enjoy a good penising.
I sit on the edge of the bed, my body trembling with anticipation and fear.
I trust Monty and Yak implicitly. But I’ve never been with two men before and I don’t know what to do, exactly.
Where do my hands go? Is there some book I should have read regarding threesome etiquette…
Emily Post’s Etiquette of the Devil’s Three-Way. Double Penetration for Dummies.
“Sweetling.” Monty startles me, kneeling in front of me, his hands cupping my cheeks.
Dark, soulful eyes quieting some of the static in my head.
I know what we did this morning…but this feels different.
More intense. We’ve had all day to rethink our decisions and yet, here we are.
The three of us. Together. Committed. Ready for whatever happens next.
“Don’t be nervous, Sophia. Yak and I will take care of you.
We will always take care of you.” I close my eyes and let his words, the conviction in his voice wash away the rest of my doubts, drowning out the static until all that is left is want.
Need. Desperate, all-consuming, powerful desire.
“I love you.” I blurt out. My eyes snap open when he grunts. Those same eyes that calmed me moments ago…the fire in them sets me ablaze. Hands still on my cheeks, he pulls my mouth to his and ravishes it. No other way to describe the way Monty kisses me. Owns me.
“Fuck, I love you too.” He rasps against my swollen lips before fusing our mouths once more. He makes quick work of my dress and undergarments. His hands roaming across my body, a burn following in their wake along my skin.
“I can’t leave you two alone for three minutes.” Yak’s voice is startling; I jump back on the bed as if I’ve been caught doing something bad. Monty grins at me. “I’m just a man wanting to sanitize his cocktopus. Hygiene and safety are important.”
Monty forces his gaze away from mine and raises a dark eyebrow at Yak. “So is making our girl cum on my tongue.”
“All in due time, Christopher.” I stare at Yak’s bare chest, counting his abs, rippling as he walks toward us.
The sight of the gigantic octopus shaped sex toy has my nipples beading painfully, as I swallow hard.
That thing is supposed to fit inside me.
It’s nearly as thick as Monty and Yak combined. Why am I so excited to try?