Lip Service – By CJ Warrant #6
Her question surprises me. I expected her to rebuff John’s advances, but instead she looks to me for… What? Added approval?
I drop to one knee beside John, and take her other hand. “All we want to do is get to know you, Ava,” I say, and kiss her hand. “This might sound odd, but we feel a connection to you.”
“But you two are a couple,” she says, pulling her hands away. “I saw, and I know I shouldn’t have, but I can’t erase the memory.”
John takes her hand again. “Ava, don’t be embarrassed. I’m not. I love Rick, but we’ve always felt like we need something more in our relationship, and we think it could be you.”
“John’s right. I love him, but we’re not complete. When I met you in the bathroom, I immediately felt our connection. And the way you go all pink when John touched your hand, I see that you have a connection with him, too.”
“This is crazy, you know that?” Ava pops out of the chair, putting distance between us. I don’t like it, but I remain kneeling next to John. “I don’t know either of you.”
“Then get to know us,” John says. “Ava, this isn’t about sex, if that’s what you’re thinking. There’s more to our relationship. Sex is just an added bonus.”
“That’s not helping, John,” I scold him, and turn my attention back to Ava. “What John is trying to say, is that our relationship is built on trust, friendship, and love. We are serious about our relationship. Sex comes last for us.”
Ava stands before us, biting her lower lip as contemplation sparks in her eyes. “So you want to get to know me before we do… anything?”
Damn, that blush of hers is making my dick even harder.
“Yes,” John and I say together.
“Hmm. I woke up this morning and decided I needed a fresh start in life. Then Guinevere Webb asks for my help, and if I complete her task, I have a job with her company. Then I plan—by the seat of my pants—a romance-book-themed sex party for a billionaire couple in their mansion. Now I’m with two men I saw jacking each other in a bathroom earlier today.
Two men who are kneeling before me, declaring that I might be their third. Did I miss anything?”
“That’s a lot in one day,” John says with a smile.
“It is,” I add. “Ava?—”
She raises her hand to stop me. “Today was a lot. But I also learned a lot about myself.” Ava takes a step toward us, her hands reaching for ours. “I did say I needed a new start.”
We each stand and take one of her hands.
“Is that a yes then?” I ask, pulling her close, and John moves to nestle her between us.
She peers up at me and then at John, her lips pursed and her eyebrows drawn together. “Yes, but…”
Ava
“But what?” Confusion laces Brodrick’s voice. He and John share a glance.
I drop their hands and step away, needing the space to bolster my courage. “I saw you two in the bathroom earlier today.”
Brodrick grins. “We know.”
“I think I know what this is.” John grimaces. “You’re not comfortable with us being together.”
“No, that’s not it. I… liked what I saw. It was hot.” My cheeks begin to heat.
“Then what is it?” John urges.
I take a breath to calm my galloping heart. Go for it, Ava .
“I want more,” I announce, swallowing hard. “As I watched you, I realized there’s more to my sexuality than the normal… boy/girl missionary?” I wince at the last word.
“Let me get this straight,” Brodrick says. “You’re good about John and me. And you want more, with…” He eyes me, waiting for me to finish.
“With you both. But there’s something… You’re both gorgeous…” I focus on the floor, then lift my gaze to them. “But I’m not.”
“You’re wrong, Ava. You’re beautiful to us,” Brodrick implores.
“You said your relationship is built on trust, friendship, and love.” I begin to remove my blouse, then my bra, and stand before them, my arms pinned to my sides. “I’m trusting you to be honest. Can you love someone who isn’t perfect?”
They walk to me, each taking a hand. “Breast cancer?” John asks.
I nod, unshed tears in my eyes. “Yes.”
Brodrick leans in and kisses my cheek. “Your scars are beautiful badges of courage and strength.”
“You’re perfect for us, Ava,” John adds. “Say yes to being our third.”
I begin to cry and they kiss away the tears. Oh my. I can get use to this type of lip service. “Yes.”
They help me back into my blouse, sans my bra, and lead me to a table already laden with food and bottles of alcohol.
We drink, eat, and talk about family, friends, and work.
We get to know each other. Then we start to kiss and fondle each other, and the last thing I remember is taking off my clothes…
A creak reaches my ears and my eyelids open to find the McKennas looming over us.
“I guess we’re not the only ones who had a happily ever after,” Mrs. McKenna says to her husband with a smirk. “Let’s give them some privacy.” She tugs him out of the library.
I sit up, look around, and realize I’m sandwiched between John and Brodrick, and we’re all naked.
Oh boy, I have some explaining to do.
The End…