Page 36 of Disorderly

But finally, today was the day.

As I passed the sign welcoming me to Voyageur Bay, my chest clenched. Everything rode on my talk with Jarrod. If I screwed this up, my dreams for us might be as broken as the lake ice during the spring thaw. And like the ice, they’d never be put back together. Other dreams might form, but they wouldn’t be the same. They’d lack something, lack Katy since I doubted, she’d be willing to choose only one of us, knowing that her choice could possibly destroy our long-standing friendship.

One thing I had done was to arrange to meet with Jarrod at home while Peter and Katy were still at school. It would give us some uninterrupted time to talk.

After shutting off the truck in the driveway, I took a couple of deep breathes. “You can do this. Katy’s counting on you. You know that this is what everyone wants. We all want her and each other.”

With my pep talk over, I jumped out of my truck and strode into the house. Now that I was ready, nothing was going to stop me. We’d hammer this out and then continue our mission to make Katy ours while still giving her all the experiences she should have.

“Jason, you made great timing.” Jarrod walked out of the bedroom wearing a pair of grey track pants and nothing else. A couple of water droplets rolled down his chest, highlighting the ripple of each muscle as they clenched and relaxed with the movement of his arm as he dried his hair. Fuck, he looked good. I wanted to lick up those drops, tracing the outline of his muscles with my tongue. It had been weeks since the last time I’d been with either of them since I’d had to work over Thanksgiving to keep us on schedule.

I sauntered across the room and grinned when his eyes hooded as he watched me. When I stopped in front of him, he licked his lower lip, wetting it, teasing me. And I couldn’t resist. I slid my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him to me. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” he said against my lips before I shut him up, keeping his mouth too busy to talk. The kiss was hard, carnal, and everything I’d been dreaming at night. My cock sprung to attention behind the zipper of my jeans as I aligned our body, allowing me to feel the stiffness of his.

As a moan left my lips, he took advantage, shoving his tongue into my mouth as he took command. That was what was so great about our relationship, the one between the three of us, we alternated who was in charge. Sometimes I was the dominant and sometimes I followed his lead. It was the same with Peter. And for the few times over the years when all of us played together, again the dynamics shifted. It kept it things interesting and exciting.

Fuck. I needed him. We needed to talk, but my cock spoke louder. With my empty hand, I grabbed his ass, giving it a squeeze as I ground our dicks together. He kissed across my cheek and down my neck, freeing my mouth to talk. “I need you. Now.”

I didn’t give him a chance to respond as I yanked his mouth back to mine while shoving his pants down to the floor. After a couple of strokes, making him harder and larger, I started to kiss down his chest. “Pull me out. Jack me. Let me feel your hand squeezing me.”

He chuckled and then moaned when I twisted my wrist and brushed my thumb over the tip, gathering up the wetness there. “Demanding, aren’t you?”

“But you like it.” He didn’t need to use his words to answer since his hands spoke for him. As I took one of his nipples into my mouth, nipping it before swiping my tongue over it, teasing it to a stiff peak, he popped open the button on my pants and lowered my zipper before pushing my jeans down over my hips. My cock sprung free. Who needed to wear underwear when heading to visit their loves? Certainly not me. I was all about easy access. Something Katy hadn’t discovered yet. And as much as I wanted her too, I wasn’t going to push it. Our relationship would go at her pace. I’d never rush her. She meant too much to me.

“Where you go just now?” Jarrod gripped my dick firmly in his fist, pulling my attention back to him. His question cooled my urgency. The needed conversation was important and probably better to have before we jumped into bed.

“I know you kissed Katy,” I blurted.

He released me and stepped away. As I stared at his face, I watched him close down, stifling any emotion. “I see.”

I reached for him, snagging his forearm in my grip. “It’s not like that. I’m glad you did, but there are some things we need to talk about. And we need to do it before Peter comes home.”

The sound of an approaching car, reminded me that we stood in the living, letting our dicks swing free. Free in front of the giant windows that were uncovered, allowing anyone to look in. “Maybe we should dress.” I motioned from his dick to the window. At his glance outside, his composure cracked, allowing his cheeks to redden.

“Fuck. I totally forgot. Hopefully old Mrs. Simpson wasn’t watching out her front window grabbing a view.”

I lost the grip on my jeans that I’d been in the process of pulling up as I doubled over laughing. Poor Mrs. Simpson. She was pushing ninety and feistier than a thirty-year-old in her prime. She’d lived across the street since the houses were built, about fifty years ago. And even if she’d been looking out, it wouldn’t be her first time seeing my dick. The poor woman had inadvertently received front row seats to many of our more risqué activities over the years. One day she came out after I’d done a bit of heavy yard work for her and told me that she thought I should get a dick piercing. One of my choice since she didn’t have a preference. She thought it might increase my pleasure as she thought I looked a little bored while “being with that red headed tramp the other night.” And if I didn’t want a piercing, then maybe I needed to be a little more selective in my “bed partners”. Besides, she knew a nice, young guy that I might like. When my cheeks turned red and I tried to stutter my apologies for giving her a show, she’d cackled and told me not to worry as it kept her young. Plus, it gave her fodder for her spank bank when she used her pink rabbit. At the time, I hadn’t known whether to laugh or get sick at the image.

“Don’t worry.” I smacked his now covered ass. “It’s not like she hasn’t seen us before. Although maybe not you and me together. So it might be a good thing you and Peter are nowout. Besides she just probably added the visuals to her spank bank.”

He shivered and turned green. “You’re not serious, are you?”

“Yup.” I dropped onto the couch beside him with my jeans finally zipped even though my button remained undone. “She’s quite the feisty one and if you’re not careful, she’ll critique your performance while asking you to do things that she wants to see, namely re-enact scenes from her steamy romance books.”

“Now I know you’re pulling my leg.”

“Nope. She told me I should get my dick pierced. And she commented on my tattoo the next time we forgot about the curtains.” I could have stopped there, but I figured he deserved a little payback for shutting down so quickly after I brought up his kiss with Katy. “Maybe you’ll be lucky, and she’ll invite you over for tea to show you her chest of toys from over the ages. She’s got quite the collection.”

“Stop. You’re killing me. I’m never going to be able to look her in the eye again.”

I chuckled. “Payback, baby, Payback.”

“And why do I deserve payback?” His face lost the green tinge to his skin colour and his eyes lost their sparkle. “And if you say, ‘for kissing Katy’, I’ll have you know that I’m not ashamed for doing so. And I’ll do it again if she lets me.”

I stared deep into his eyes, examining him, looking for any deceit. When all I saw was his deep resolve and sincerity, I nodded. “Good. I was hoping you’d say that.”

His mouth dropped open. “Fuck.” He ran his hand through his short, dark hair, causing the front to stand up in a fauxhawk. “I thought you’d kill me if you found out. I know how protective you are of her. And after what happened to her this summer…”

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