Page 146 of Neighbors With Benefits

“Jazz…”

While pressing my body up against him from behind, I reached around and began stroking him. Within seconds, he was as hard as steel in my fingers.

He tried to ignore me while I stroked him off, but I was determined now. Soon he was breathing more heavily while kneading the soil with his fingers.

And when I dropped to my knees and squeezed between him and the planter, swallowing as much of his cock as I could into my mouth and sucking him off, he started making deeper noises in his chest.

Without warning, he pulled me into a standing position and spun me around. He yanked down my gardening shorts, bent me over the planter, and slammed into me from behind in one long, rough stroke.

“What happened to not being in the mood?” I managed to grit out.

I could hear the smirk in his voice. “Youhappened.”

Dante gripped my ass with both hands and fucked me so hard that my agonized cries echoed through the greenhouse.

He forgot all about the Eagles game.

Since that hilarious weekend when they tried rescuing me from Howard’s house, the three of them were rarely home at the same time. One of them was always gone, and the overlap usually lasted half a day at most. One of them would return on a Sunday morning, and then another would leave that afternoon.

This kept things fresh with my three neighbor lovers. Aiden and I spent nine wonderful days just the two of us, playing Bananagrams and Scrabble in between sweaty bouts of lovemaking. One time he even stopped in the middle of a gameof Scrabble to fuck me right there on the table, scattering the pieces to the floor as we both clenched and shuddered with sweet release.

“You did that on purpose,” I said. “You knew you were going to lose so you destroyed the board.”

“Yeah,” he said, “but do you mind?”

I kissed him. “Not even a little bit.”

Dante came home the next day, and we split our time a little more evenly. Two nights with him, then another evening with Aiden. Then, once our individual relationships had been strengthened with some time alone, we got drunk on Saturday night and had a threesome. Aiden flew out of town the next morning, and two days later Bash came home. Then we repeated the same kind of schedule with him.

Over the next two months, we were together in every combination. Each of them individually, and two of them together. That helped extend the honeymoon phase of our relationships; everything still felt new and exciting.

It was tough for things to become stale when I had three different men to choose from.

But the beautiful thing about it was I didn’tneedto choose. I had them individually, and I had them together. The routine always changed, but it just kind of worked. And not only did it work, but I could feel my relationship with them strengthening. Not just individually, but as a four-person unit as well.

We weren’t just a partnership. We were ateam.

“That’s all great,” Cat said to me at our neighborhood Halloween party. “But surely you have a favorite.”

“Honestly? I don’t.”

Cat, who was appropriately dressed in a tight-fitting cat outfit with whiskers, scoffed. “I don’t believe you.”

“I’m being one hundred percent honest with you! I love different things about each of them. Aiden is calm, unmovable like a rock. Bash will do anything to make me laugh, even at his own expense. And I love Dante’s brutal honesty. I never have to wonder what he’s thinking. I love each of them equally, and in completely different ways. I’m just sohappy, Cat! Why are you grinning at me like that?”

“You just said love. That’s the first time you’ve used that word.”

“No, I said…” I trailed off. Ihadsaid that I love them. I hadn’t meant to do it, but now that the word was out there, it felt right.

I looked across the room. Almost all of our neighbors were here, drinking and laughing, but my threefavoriteneighbors stuck out to me. Dante was dressed in red, the devil to pair with my angel costume. Aiden and Bash were dressed as Elphaba and Glinda fromWicked, and were hamming it up for our neighbors Kevin and Linda.

“See!” she pointed at me with a black fingernail. “You love them!”

“I do,” I admitted, grinning like an idiot. “I do love them!”

“Who do you love?” asked someone next to me.

I turned and frowned. The person who had spoken was wearing a simple ghost costume, a white sheet with two eye holes cut out. He was short, and I could see them fidgeting with their toes beneath the sheet.

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