Chapter 11
JANIE
One more? I don’t know if my body can handle that much bliss.
But my daddies seem insistent, with Tag pinching me and Mr. Capulet holding my hips so tightly, I think I’ll bruise.
I love it. I want their pinches, their bruises, their bites.
More and more and more. My aftershocks don’t subside—they crest again. Another orgasm is building.
“Janie.” Mr. Capulet grunts as he thrusts, his rough hands spreading me apart. “So fucking beautiful, my sweet doll.”
Tag bites and licks my shoulder, his mouth sucking. I’ll definitely have a mark there later. I tilt my head, giving him more access.
“Our little woman likes that bite of pain,” he says before nipping me again.
I can barely speak. I don’t even remember how to talk. All I can do is ride the waves of pleasure these men create, allowing them to carry me to the next peak.
I can’t believe how well tonight has gone. All of my guilt about lying to Ariel, assuaged. All of my fears about Tag and Mr. Capulet getting along, brushed away. All of my insecurities about being enough for them, obliterated.
“Look at us.” Mr. Capulet’s voice is rough, his dark brown eyes nearly black as he glances from my face and down to my pussy. “Look at where we join. See where your daddies are fucking you.”
I gaze down my front, at where his cock disappears inside me. Everything is slick and wet. I feel swollen, sex-drunk.
“Come again for us.” He leans forward and kisses me, his tongue sliding over mine. “It’s a new year, doll.”
I want to come again, and I’m nearly there. My body is buzzing, heat zapping along my nerves. These men, my daddies, are holding me so tight, I could burst from feeling so loved and protected.
It’s easy to understand, now, the whole “daddy” thing. I can see it in the way they care for me. The way every movement they make seems curated for my pleasure and safety. The way they gaze at me like I’m the beginning and end of their universe.
“Sweetheart.” Tag bites my neck. “You gotta come for us.”
“Yes,” I gasp. “So close.”
Mr. Capulet’s voice is rough. “Come now, Janie. We need this. We need you.”
Yes. My orgasm explodes, shattering all thoughts. All I have are feelings—pleasure, bliss, incandescent joy.
Mr. Capulet kisses me. “Good—I knew you could give this to us.”
“To new”—thrust—“beginnings.” Tag thrusts again.
He and Mr. Capulet groan simultaneously and lock themselves against me as they come. I’m surrounded by them, adored by them. I never want this night to end.
It takes a long time for us to move. My aftershocks ripple through me as mini-orgasms while the guys gently stroke my skin, bringing me back to earth.
Eventually, they get up and clean me. I’m in a daze, barely conscious as they run warm cloths between my legs. Mr. Capulet carries me upstairs, where they tuck me into bed and climb in on either side of me.
I grab Mr. Capulet’s hand with my right, and Tag’s hand with my left. Squeezing them both, I whisper, “Happy New Year.”
Because it is a happy new year, and I can only see more happiness from here.
MELODY
Several days earlier…
I never thought Peter would come back. Two months ago, I finally told him I’d had enough with his rules. He shouted. Raised his hand. I thought he would hit me, but he didn’t.
The next morning, he left for a temporary job relocation.
I thought it was over.
I’m coming home, babe. I hope you missed me.
I want to throw up.
I can’t be here when he gets back. I’ll spend every penny I have to pay off the apartment and get out of the lease, I don’t care. Can I even afford that, though? I don’t think I have enough.
There’s no one to turn to. The couple of girlfriends I have, they gave up on me months ago.
They got tired of me flaking out on plans, or making excuses as to why I couldn’t join them.
Or, most humiliating, I don’t think they’ll forgive me for when Peter showed up at Club Vice and made a scene about us “acting like sluts.”
And my two best friends, Joe and Karsten? I don’t deserve their help.
I close my eyes and a memory flashes. I’m lying on my side, and Karsten’s behind me, his dick sliding between my thighs. His hand is on my breast, kneading and pinching. A few feet away, Joe lies on his side facing us, fisting his cock.
This was what they’d hinted about, their joy in “sharing.” I was finally experiencing it.
In the end, though, I couldn’t risk our friendship. One drunken night might have ruined years of friendship.
I told them we could never speak of it again. And merely weeks later, I met Peter. I let him love-bomb me and put our relationship on the highest speed it could go. I moved in with him and yelled at Joe and Karsten when they tried to get me to slow things down.
I don’t deserve their help…but I need it.
I don’t have much time. I pick up my phone.
Like the coward I am, I text instead of calling.
JOE
Karsten bursts into my office. His dark blond hair sticks out like he’s been grabbing it, and his eyes are wild.
I send him a glare before returning to my computer. “The door is there so people can knock.”
“You haven’t checked your messages.”
“No.” I squint at the floor plans of the place we’re demolishing, searching for problems our demo expert might have missed. He’s perfectly competent, but my old habits are hard to break. Besides, I didn’t become the boss by cutting corners and ignoring problems.
“Melody texted.”
I close my laptop and push back from my desk to stand. Now he has my attention. “And?”
“And she finally left that shitstain.”
I want to slump in relief, but at the same time I’m irrationally angry.
She’s been with Peter for eight months, never returned our calls, and only texted once a week.
It didn’t matter how much Karsten and I reached out, how worried we were that Peter was isolating her from us. We got one text a week, on Saturdays.
Today is Tuesday.
“So she left him. Good.” I stare into my friend’s blue eyes. “So what does that have to do with us?”
“Look, I get that you’re mad.”
I’m not mad. I’m well on my way to furious. She wants to waltz back into our lives after ignoring us for eight months? Does she expect our friendship to pick right back up?
Karsten waves his hand, distracting me from where I’d been staring hard at a shadow on the rug. “Joe. She needs us.”
Magic fucking words. At least, they used to be.
Karsten goes on about how Melody’s trying to get out of the lease she shared with Peter. The two of them moved in together way too fucking fast for Karsten’s and my comfort. But of course she wouldn’t listen when we tried to tell her this.
Her parting words? “You guys are acting like jealous assholes. Cut it out.”
Other than the weekly texts, we haven’t spoken to each other since.
“Dude. Grab your shit,” Karsten says. “We have to get our asses to her place right now, before fucking Peter comes back.”
The urgency in his voice evaporates my anger. I can deal with that later. If Melody needs our help, of course we’ll be there for her.
And I’ll do my goddamn best not to think about that night a year ago. Everything could have changed…but it didn’t.
A Note from Calista…
I hope you enjoyed Janie, Christopher, and Tag’s story!