Catering to Three (22 page)

She walked around the desk, glad his door was shut. With both hands, she lifted the skirt of her suit up to expose her naked pussy. She moaned softly from the feelings of lust that consumed her.

Mark’s eyes widened. “Julie, don’t.”

“You wanted more than words. I want you to see my need. I dressed for you, Mark, just the way you like. I love you and I want you to love me. Can’t you give me another chance to prove my love?”

“This isn’t fair,” he uttered, his eyes glued to her pussy. He groaned as his fingers reached out to touch her.

She spread her legs wider, encouraging his exploration. “I want your cock inside me. Please, Mark.”

He removed his hand. “Pull your skirt down.”

“Why?”

“Because as much as I want you, I’m not playing this game with you. If all you want is a good fuck, I’m sure there are men out there who would gladly give it to you.”

Releasing her skirt, she stood back for a moment before turning around in defeat. She picked up her purse and started to walk to the door. How could she have thought he would ever want her again? She had betrayed them and now it was too late. She was almost out the door when she stopped herself. She couldn’t just walk away like she always did. She had to fight. She turned around to face him.

“I’m not giving up so easily, Mark. I always have in the past, but not now. Tell Noah and Keith I’m coming over tonight. If you’re not all there, I’ll come again tomorrow night and every night until I see all three of you. If you don’t want me in your lives anymore, I’ll have to learn to live with that. But I’ll be damned if I’m going to repeat my past mistakes and just walk away without telling all three of you how I feel.”

Not waiting for Mark’s response, she turned on her heel and left. When she was finally in her car, she let out a cry. She hugged the steering wheel as her body was wracked with sobs. Regardless of her false bravado with Mark, she wasn’t sure she would be able to suffer all three of them looking at her the way had.

* * * *

Mark went to his window and watched Julie emerge from the building and walk to her car. He could tell by the set of her shoulders that she felt defeated. His heart was breaking watching her, but he couldn’t just take her into his arms, not after the way she had acted, and certainly not without being sure she wasn’t going to run from them again. And it wasn’t just his decision. Was she really ready for what they offered? Once she was in her car, he turned back to his desk and sat down. He picked up his cell phone to call Noah.

Noah’s flight had arrived early. He saw there was a message from Mark when he checked his phone on the way to baggage claim. Mark rarely called him when he was out of town. Noah called him back as he waited for his luggage.

“Julie stopped by today.”

“I’m not surprised. What did she say?”

“You really aren’t surprised, are you?”

“No,” Noah said. “Not in the least. I knew eventually she would have to come to terms with what she did. I’m just sorry it took her this long.”

“She offered herself to me.”

Noah had to admit that did surprise him. He hadn’t expected her to use sex so quickly.

“Not even an ‘I’m sorry’ first.”

“She said she was sorry. She’s coming over tonight to see the three of us.”

“I wish you hadn’t agreed to that.”

“I didn’t. She said she was coming over tonight and every night until the three of were there and would talk to her.”

“I see.”

“Will you be home tonight, Noah?”

“I’ll be home, but I’m not sure seeing her is a good idea. I can’t go through this again. It was horrible having to acknowledge her lack of trust and faith in us. I won’t put myself in a position like that again. I wouldn’t think you would either.”

“I didn’t do what I wanted to that beautiful body of hers. I want more than that, too.”

“Have you talked to Keith yet?”

“I left him a message.”

“I’ll be home early. We’ll decide how to handle this.”

Noah went directly to the office and put out a few fires involving his authors, but all he could think about was Julie. Creative people could be so childish at times. However, they were brilliant writers and he didn’t want to lose them. The one he had wanted to lose, Deanna, was still hanging on for dear life even though he had banished her back to New York. He had no clue what a bitch she was when he married her and the lengths she would go to get what she wanted. By the time he had, the damage had been done. And the fact that she had the audacity to come back for a repeat performance, and that he had almost bought it, made him even angrier at himself.

The good news was she was back in New York and would stay there unless she wanted to commit professional suicide. He had played her game expertly when he had her sign a fifteen-year contract with him. He had counted on the fact that she would be so anxious to be back on his payroll, she wouldn’t bother reading the fine print.

He had taken pleasure in the surprise on her face when he had finally told her at what she thought was to be a romantic dinner exactly what the legalities of her contract entailed. He had exclusive rights over everything she wrote. Her stories would never see the light day if she ever bothered him or anyone he cared about again. She was lucky he hadn’t pressed charges against her for theft the first time around. This time, he wasn’t about to let her get away her manipulative game of blackmail. He had trusted her once, but he would never trust her again. Could he ever trust any woman?

He called Julie more times than he could count after she had left. She had either ignored his calls or sent a group e-mail to the three of them that was nothing but lies. He hated that she didn’t trust them and thought lying to them was her only option. She had not only disappointed him, she had broken his trust along with his heart. Mark and Keith had been devastated by her betrayal. They still hadn’t recovered. Mark’s call today only reinforced how vulnerable to her they all still were.

He knew they were going to see her tonight before they even met to discuss the possibility. How a woman could give herself to them with such uninhibited desire and what he thought was trust was a memory he couldn’t shake. But for her to turn on them without even giving them the courtesy of hearing the truth was unforgiveable. The night she had come over, she had her lies honed to perfection. The end result being their dismissal from her life.

He had sensed she was lying, and he knew somehow that Deanna was involved. However, he couldn’t completely blame his ex-wife. She had found Julie’s weakness and exploited it, but she hadn’t forced Julie to make the decisions she had with so little regard for them. No, that was all Julie. And that’s what kept him awake at night.

Mark and Keith walked through the front door soon after he had arrived home. They all got changed and then met in the kitchen. Keith spoke first.

“I know I shouldn’t want her back. I know she could still be lying to us. And yet, I want her.”

“You’re right,” Noah agreed. “She couldn’t accept our lifestyle before, why should we believe her now?”

“You didn’t see her today.” Mark shook his head sadly. “I don’t know whether she’s really come to accept what we wanted to give her then and I think we still do. I only know that it took every bit of willpower I possessed to send her away. I’ve never felt this strongly about any other woman in my life.”

“Then we should see her,” Noah said with finality.

“You know how it’s going to end,” Keith said.

“Yes. I know how it will end,” Noah said, his eyes hooded. “With her in our bed. We don’t have to deny ourselves. But we don’t have to be fools about it either.”

* * * *

Julie lifted her hand to knock on the door when it opened. Noah stood staring at her. He looked so damn good she wanted to jump him. However, his cold, deadpan eyes were anything but welcoming.

“Come in, Julie. I heard your car pull up.”

“Hello, Noah.”

“Keith and Mark are upstairs. You know the way.”

She followed him in silence. This was not was she had expected. To begin with, she wasn’t even sure they would be home. And if luck was on her side and they were all there, meeting with them in one of the bedrooms was the last thing she expected. She felt her heart beat more rapidly in trepidation and anticipation with each step that she took.

Noah opened the door to what had been her room. Mark and Keith were lounging on the bed in their shorts and T-shirts.

“Mark told us about your offer of this afternoon and we’ve decided to take you up on it,” Noah said as he took her arm and led her to the bed.

Julie was completely taken off guard. Didn’t they even want to hear the apology she had been practicing all day? For the first time in her life she felt what it must be like to be a prostitute. But no matter, she wasn’t going to run away from them. She looked down, wondering what she should do.

“You can start,” Noah said, standing beside her, “by taking off your clothes. It’s been too long since we’ve seen your beautiful tits, pussy, and ass. Although I know Mark did get a chance to fondle your cunt this afternoon.”

Still not looking at them, she began to unbutton her blouse. The white lacy bra she had worn had a front clasp. She shook the blouse from her shoulders and released her breasts. Her nipples were already hard. Suddenly it didn’t matter what their motives were. She wanted them with every breath she took. She was already trembling with her need.

Noah moved to the bed in front of her and disrobed as he watched her. She could see that Mark and Keith were doing the same. They might not have totally forgiven her, but there was no doubt that they wanted her. She took courage from that fact and unbuckled her jeans. She slid off her body seductively. Her panties were next, and then her shoes and socks. Every piece of clothing came off with deliberate sensual foreplay. Their cocks stood at attention. She looked at each one and licked her lips.

“Come over to the side of the bed,” Noah ordered. “Suck all three of us, now.”

She did as he demanded. Noah looked at her, his eyes full of lust. Mark and Keith were dripping pre-cum. She eagerly went from one to the other. She delighted in their groans. Their cocks swelled in her mouth. She continued to suck them until Noah said, “Get on the bed.”

She rose, pulling on her nipples. “Yes, Sir,” she said, moving to the bed. She positioned herself on all fours. “Fuck me,” she begged. “Fuck me now…please.”

“Oh, we’re going to fuck you,” Mark groaned. She felt lube being used on her ass before Mark’s cock was pushing between her the cheeks of her ass. She moaned softly, pushing back into him. Noah slapped her face gently with his cock. She opened her mouth. Keith was already underneath her. She felt his cock and guided him into her pussy. It was as if time was standing still as every part of her embraced them, welcoming them back to where they belonged.

“I need you so,” she cried out.

Their strokes became faster and more demanding. She rode Keith’s cock, drawing him deep inside her. Their strokes were in tune as they took their pleasure from her.

Noah’s cock fucked her face without mercy. She could hardly breathe as she felt the familiar beginnings of an orgasm. It ripped through her without giving her a chance to prepare for the overwhelming sensations. She cried out as Noah’s cum spurted into her mouth. Both Keith and Mark filled her to overflowing. The feelings of lust that consumed her were unbelievable. She rode each wave of pleasure until she collapsed. Her heart beating out of her chest. Noah’s cum ran down her chin. Never in her life had she felt so completely satisfied. Tears cascaded down her cheeks. It was all she could do not to pass out.

She felt the bed sink as Mark and Noah lay down. She felt their hands on her back, caressing her. She never wanted to leave them. This, she knew, without a doubt, was where she belonged. But, she wondered, was it love on their part or was it simply lust? It had to be love. It wasn’t just physical. She had felt like one with them. It was as if they had each become an extension of the other. It went far beyond simple lust. They had to have felt it, too.

Keith rolled her over onto her side. “Julie,” he choked out. “We’ve missed you.”

“What I did,” she began, “was unforgivable. I’m so in love with you that I can’t imagine my life without the three of you in it. I need your forgiveness.”

Ever since that night when she had returned to their bed, Julie had tried to convince herself that in time she would be able to earn their trust again. She knew they cared for her still or she would have never been invited back into their lives. She understood they needed time, especially Noah. It was difficult being with him physically only to have him pull away from her outside the bedroom. He wasn’t cruel or disinterested. He simply couldn’t seem to let his guard down completely around her. There was a wall between them that she so badly wanted to tear down. When Keith and Mark were with them, it was easier to handle or maybe it was just easier to ignore.

Julie had made it a priority to make dinner for them whenever time allowed. She loved to cook for them. It was the one thing she did for them that brought Noah home early. However tonight they were all stuck working late. She had made corn chowder, one of Noah’s favorites, and would heat it up again as soon as they were home and ready to eat. Picking up a magazine, she relaxed on the sofa in the small den. She was just about to read some juicy Hollywood gossip when the house phone rang. She normally let it go to voice mail, but when it rang again within seconds, she began to worry that it was one of them. Maybe they had lost their cell phones. She ran to answer it. It was the police. Deanna was in the emergency room of the UCSF Medical Center.