Page 34 of Falling for Them

After taking off my shirt, I glanced in the mirror. I looked like a man who’d had his world turned upside down. Libby had awoken something in me that I never knew existed, and now that it was awake, I had no idea how to put it back to sleep.

But did I even want to?

I turned on the shower, letting the water heat as I peeled off the rest of my sweat-soaked gym clothes. I couldn’t help but groan in frustration; despite my best efforts to think of anything else, I was hard as a rock.

“Traitor,” I muttered, glaring at my dick.

Stepping into the shower, I hoped the water would wash away the confusing cocktail of emotions swirling inside me.But my mind kept replaying what I’d overheard in the hallway. Libby’s moans, Leo’s grunts, the sound of skin on skin...

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the mental images, but that only made them more vivid. Except now it wasn’t just me and Libby. Leo was there too, his hands roaming over both of us with hungry eyes.

“Fuck me.” My cock ached at the idea of two hands on it.

And then the image switched to me buried inside Libby, her head thrown back in ecstasy while Leo took me from behind.

My hand moved of its own accord, wrapping around my throbbing erection. I knew I shouldn’t have been doing this, shouldn’t have been thinking about my best friend this way, let alone fantasizing about a threesome with her and Leo. But I was too far gone to stop.

As I stroked myself, the fantasy continued to unfold. I pictured Leo’s strong hands on my hips, guiding me as I thrust into Libby. In this make-believe world, there was no jealousy and no confusion. There was pure, unadulterated pleasure.

I groaned, my hand moving faster as I neared the edge.

The erotic imagery switched to Libby’s lips wrapped around my cock while Leo fucked her from behind. As my orgasm built, I braced myself against the shower wall with my free hand, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

The line between reality and fantasy blurred, and for a moment, I could almost believe that Libby and Leo were really in the shower with me, both on their knees, taking turns sucking my cock.

With a strangled cry, I came hard, my release washing away down the drain along with the last of my denial. I slumped against the shower wall, feeling both satisfied and utterly confused.

What the hell was I supposed to do now? How could I face Libby—or Leo, for that matter—knowing what I’d just done? And more importantly, what did this mean for my sexuality?

I had more questions than answers. Normally, I’d have immediately run to Libby, but for obvious reasons, that was out of the question. My other friends would probably give me shit before giving me advice, and I didn’t think I wanted to tell them yet.

It looked like I was on my own in figuring out what the hell I was going to do. But what I did know was that I’d be a masochist for leaving my room. I was no stranger to staying in my room all night and eating snacks I kept on hand because I knew that if I ran into Leo, I was going to go to prison for murder.

I was in a shit mood, even though it was Friday and the office was quiet. I’d gone for the mature approach and avoided both Libby and Leo. There was a wee bit of guilt for not eating dinner with Libby since she’d cooked it, but at that time, I couldn’t trust how I’d act around them.

It was almost lunchtime, and I was torn between whether to text Libby to go to lunch or to continue my quiet contemplation. My mind was anything but quiet, though.

Frustrated at myself for acting like a child instead of a grown-ass man, I popped into Paige’s office, hoping she could shed some light on my situation. Since she started working at LRG Marketing last year, she had become my work bestie.

“Hey, you busy?” I shut the door and sat down before she even answered.

She looked up from her computer screen with a smile which quickly fell. “What’s wrong?”

Jesus, was I that transparent? “Nothing.” I ran my fingers through my hair. “Everything.”

I hoped I didn’t end up regretting talking to her about this, seeing as one of her three boyfriends was not just my boss, but also Libby’s brother. There was literally no one else I trusted not to laugh or talk about it in the break room, though.

She bit her lip. “Is it Libby?”

I sat up straighter. “Why? Has she said something to you?” Libby had grown closer to Paige over the past year, but I didn’t think they shared too much information with each other.

“She texted and asked if you were okay today; said you weren’t feeling well last night and went to bed super early. What’s going on?” She closed her laptop and gave me her undivided attention.

“You can’t breathe a word of this to anyone, especially not your boyfriends.” I was putting a lot of trust in this woman, even though it very well might come back and bite me in the ass.

She rolled her eyes. “As long as no one is hurting Libby, my lips are sealed.”

“I’m in love with her.” The words tumbled from my lips before I could stop them.

---