Gordon, Solara - Jet Lag Blues (Siren Publishing PolyAmour) (14 page)

Darryl rose on his toes and cried out. “So damn good!”

Val bit her lip to keep from yelling as her clit and G-spot began to pulse. Slipping her fingers out, she rubbed both over her clit in rapid short strokes. “Aahh, almost there. Can’t quite make it. Help me, pleee-aasse,” she panted.

Darryl moved to her. “Yes, sweetie. You stroke, and I’ll finger-fuck you.” He eased his non-cum-covered fingers in Val and quickly stroked her G-spot. Her muscles tightened. She closed her eyes and groaned deep in the back of her throat.

“Oh my god, that is so fucking good.” Val grasped Darryl’s arm and fell against him. Her clit pulsed each time her G-spot throbbed. Ripple after ripple of muscle contorted around his fingers. He kept on until Val’s breathing slowed.

* * * *

Mason stood outside the door. Too much quiet after what he could tell were two strong orgasms. He hesitated, wondering if knocking was a good idea. Still curiosity got the better of him. He raised his fist and reached for the door. “Hey, you okay in there?”

Darryl opened the door, his arm around Val. She leaned on him smiling. “I think we’re fine. Just blissed out.”

He helped Val sit down. “Want your robe?” She nodded and chafed her arms. “Turn the heat lamp off in there. We might need it later if things get cold out here.”

Mason chuckled and retrieved her robe. Handing it to Darryl, he leaned down and kissed her cheek. “I think there’s a bit of steam still rising off you. Maybe you need a cold shower?”

Val swatted at him. Buttoning her robe, she rose. “I guess I need to finish up fixing breakfast. I’m hungry.”

Mason offered her his arm. “Madam, I will assist you. Allow me.”

Val glanced sideways at Darryl and then to Mason. “I’m too hungry to even attempt to guess what’s going on. I need food and caffeine.”

Mason took Val’s hand tucking it in the crook of his arm. He patted her forearm as he led her to the counter. “Our cuisine is nutritious and filling. Not big on taste and variety. What shall I get you first? Oatmeal or Pop-Tarts?”

“Some of both and toss a handful of raisins into the oats, please. I’m getting coffee while the getting’s good.”

* * * *

Twenty minutes later, Darryl put a second pot of coffee to brew. “Who wants more food with their coffee?”

Mason rose, picking up their dishes. “I’m full for now. I really enjoyed this meal. Quiet usually sets me off.” He looked from Val to Darryl. “Your companionship filled the void I’d been using the television or radio to negate.”

Mason started washing their few dishes as he continued speaking. “I don’t want to go back to using noise to keep me company. I like having you around.”

Val stood, stretching. “Yeah, these last few hours have been like old times but with added benefits. Is that where we want this to go?”

Mason rinsed the last dish and carefully set it on the counter. Facing Darryl, Mason watched his face. Would his facial features reveal where he stood on this?

Darryl picked up a towel and began drying. “I’d like to know how we each see this working out. It isn’t a decision any one of us makes alone.”

Mason sat clean cups on the table and filled them with coffee. “I know I’m guilty of not speaking up before. So let me go first now. Okay?”

Val held up her hand. “Fine by me, but shouldn’t we check in with work and see what’s happening with the weather?”

Mason shrugged. “I looked out the window and checked the local report. Whiteout conditions prevail due to high winds. Most of the snow has stopped. No one is going much of anywhere for another day or two.”

Darryl sat down opposite Mason. “I can try to reach the main switchboard. Last time any of us tried, the lines weren’t going through. Our cells are charged.”

Mason tapped the table. “I think we try to get through before we begin talking and let them know we’re still stranded. We’ll call them as soon as we know we can get out.”

Val nodded. “I agree. Try the hotel line. They got through to the office. Maybe we can get out.”

* * * *

Darryl spent the next few moments trying several different numbers for the main switchboard. Ready to give up, he got through. “Hey, Stewart. Glad to hear a friendly voice. Val, Mason, and I are holed up in Spokane. Conditions aren’t clearing up any time soon.”

Val leaned over and whispered to Mason as Darryl kept talking to the shift manager on duty. “Stewart must live in his locker. The man seems to be around no matter what time of day it is.”

Mason smirked and pressed his hand to her mouth. “Keep it down. No need for all of us to have to explain what’s going on.”

Val kissed his palm and laved her tongue across it. “I’d rather misbehave.”

Mason pulled his palm away, shaking his finger at her. “Stewart loves to gossip. Don’t know why, but he does. So let’s not give ’em fuel, okay?” Mason winked and brushed his lips over hers.

Val smiled, nodding in agreement. She made a zippered motion over her lips and kept quiet as she sipped her coffee.

Chapter Eighteen

Darryl talked a few more moments before hanging up. “Stewart wanted to know where you were, as you heard. I told him at the same hotel. That way unless someone tells him, he can only guess if we’re in the same room and bed.”

Mason burst out laughing. “The man has a mind dirtier and naughtier than we’ve been in the last twenty-four hours. He’s probably enhancing the story and looking for who he can tell first.”

Darryl grinned. “Well, you heard me tell him that until the airport opened here and roads were passable to not expect us. He wanted to put us on the standby schedule.”

Mason sighed. “I hate working that rotation. I’m on it, and it’s hell. No set hours or days. Let’s get back to us.”

Val chimed in. “Work is a four-lettered word that we know awaits us.” She pointed toward the door. “Out there, work talk is okay. For now, in here, it’s us and where we go from here.”

* * * *

Darryl stood. “I think, Mason, you brought up a good point earlier. Have any of us really said what our thoughts are? Spoken about what we’d like to have happen versus what can be going on?”

“I’ll second that.” Mason rose, taking his cup to the sink. “Somewhere between all the changes in our work schedules, we lost touch with our special connection. I didn’t speak up and ask questions.”

Darryl placed his and Val’s cups on the counter. “I remember asking you if you minded me dating Val. We talked briefly before your first midnight shift. After that, you’ve been aloof.”

Val turned her chair, enabling her to see both. “We’ve got the point of where the disconnect might have begun. Our mutual chemistry is obvious. Does why the disconnection happened matter? Or is how more important?”

* * * *

Mason rinsed and dried his hands. “I suspect that both are tied to my experiences and squicks. You know things that bother me. I don’t want to hurt the people I love and care about. You two rank highly on my list of those folks.”

Darryl moved up behind Mason. Placing his hand on Mason’s shoulder, he spoke. “You know I’ll share Val. You’ve experienced it. Val’s voiced her feelings and maybe some of her concerns.”

“Darryl knows some of what I’ve thought about. I wished you’d come to me about your fears sooner. I’m guilty of not making time to talk to you about my feelings as well.” Val stood, dusting the front of her robe off. “Are you comfortable with where things are now?”

She moved to Mason’s side, slipping an arm around his waist, and hugged him to her. “I want to know your answer regardless. Because what matters to me is that you trust me to tell me what is going on in here as well as here.” Val rubbed his heart and touched his head.

Darryl walked over to the bed and sat down. “Somewhere in all of this is what’s next. Can we drop our guards more and talk about that?”

* * * *

Mason snuggled Val to him. He turned her and pulled her back against him, sliding his arms around her. “I suspect we’re not going to get everything hashed out. To answer your question, Val, I’ve trusted you all along. I didn’t know how to broach the topic or what I wanted until the last few months.”

Val reached up and patted his cheek. She tipped her head back until her gaze met his. “Understandable and thank you for sharing. We’re in new territory for sure.”

* * * *

Darryl cleared his throat, drawing Mason and Val’s quizzical looks. “I wanted to make sure I had both of your attention for what I’m about to say.”

Mason nodded and kissed the top of Val’s head. She squirmed and wiggled her fanny. Darryl patted the bed next to him. “Why don’t we all get comfy? No offense, Mason, but Val’s mind is in our pants. We can’t return the favor since she is pantless.”

Val stuck her tongue out at Darryl and plopped down next to him. “How comfy can we get?” She shot a Mason a wink and turned to Darryl, giving him a cheesy grin.

“You can get naked if you like. Just no starting anything until we’ve talked some more.” Darryl arched his eyebrow, hoping he looked stern.

Val sighed and scooted back on the bed. “Okay, what’s so important?”

Mason chuckled. “Honestly, Val, you’d think we’d sworn no more sex. I think Darryl is trying to keep us focused on making sense of where we’re headed once we’re out of here.”

Darryl moved up the bed until he was next to Val. “Hon, unless we want this to end up a one-time thing, we need to gauge where each of us is willing to go next.”

Mason sat on the foot of the bed, turning so he could stretch his legs out in front of him. “Let me state where I’d like to see this go.”

He paused, looking at Val and Darryl. Their eyes met his. “I want more time like this. We’re talking and sharing. I’ve missed this part of us. I want to date Val one on one and share time together as well. And keep the three of us going strong.”

Darryl nodded. “I agree. Maybe we were headed this direction before. Lord knows our puppy piles got touchy feely a few times. Val, what you think?” Darryl hissed. “And keep those cold hands where I can see them!”

Val did her best Cheshire cat grin and shrugged. “I’m cold. How about letting me under the covers?”

“If that will keep your two cakes of ice off me, you’re on.” Mason jumped off the bed as she reached for him. “I say we wrap her up in the blankets and snuggle her between us. With us on top of the covers.”

“Damn good idea.” Darryl rolled off the bed and stood. He grabbed one end of the blanket near the foot and motioned to Mason. “You grab the other. And we’ll tuck her in.”

Val tried to scramble toward the foot of the bed. Mason blocked her move as he tossed the blanket toward her. “Foul. Foul. Not nice guys.” Her last words came out muffled as the blanket covered her.

Darryl kneeled on the bed and tossed his portion over her. “You can come out till your neck is exposed. Those blasted cold hands of yours stay under there until they warm up and not on us.”

Val’s fussing and cussing could be heard through the covers. “Come on, guys, help a gal out. Get me out of here, please. These things are hot and itchy.”

“Sorry, sweetie, grabbed the wool one.” Darryl pulled the blanket back, exposing Val’s head and neck. “You wanted to get warm.”

“Yes, but not alone.” Val thrust her arms out and fanned herself. Mason plopped down next to her. Darryl smiled as Mason kissed Val’s cheek.

“Given our schedules, we don’t get much time together. This is going to need priority if we’re going to get over some bumps and lumps along the way.” Darryl dropped down on the bed and scooted over next to Val.

“I agree,” Mason said, pulling more of the blanket off Val. “I’m willing to set aside a night or two when I’m off. Even make sure our schedules are available to each of us.”

“Logistics are good. I’m curious about a word we’ve used.” Val grasped Darryl’s hand. “I know you love me. We’ve talked about how it’s grown from friends into lovers with potential for more.”

She reached for Mason’s hand. “You and I said it differently. We’ve admitted we love each other.”

Mason nodded.

“What I want to know is how do you define your feelings, Mason? A bit more concrete words are going to help me understand what we want to move forward on.” Val squeezed his hand.

“Love is an awkward concept to define in absolutes.” Mason glanced to Darryl, catching his nod of agreement. “Before now I would have settled for friends with benefits, i.e. loving friends. After last night, I’m in love with you, Val. I hope I don’t have to give you up.”

Darryl let go of Val’s hand. He stretched out on the bed near Mason and Val. “I know reassurance is something that will take time to set in. I’m going to say this in the best way I know how. Give me your hands.”

Val and Mason hesitated. Darryl sat up and crossed his legs. He leaned forward, gesturing with his open hands. “Come on. Put your hand in mine.”

Val looked at Mason, shrugged, and edged closer to Darryl. She turned sideways between them. Slipping her hand into Darryl’s, she offered Mason her other one. “Might as well join in.”

Mason scooted closer to both of them. Wiping his hand on his shorts, he took Val’s hand and gripped Darryl’s. “I’m not sure what’s next but you got me.” He smiled and raised their joined hands.