“Gentlemen, and I use the term in the loosest sense of the word, as much as I’ve enjoyed this ‘oh so manly’ display of literal dick swinging”—she looked pointedly at my dick, which responded in kind by swinging, or more accurately, bobbing toward her like a divining stick—“It’s a little early for all this alpha, chest-bumping bullshit. We have a day in the studio to get through. Why don’t you guys bottle all this...Raw, testosterone-fueled energy, and save it for later, when we need it?” She looked between the two of us... taking her time to observe both of our naked forms. Like me, King slept naked, and tended to walk around that way, until he’d had a shower and was ready to get dressed for the day, and I was still buck naked and rock hard.
“In the meantime, King?” She walked toward him, holding his gaze, as his eyes locked in with hers. I knew that feeling, of not wanting to, or being able to, look away from her.
“Hmmm...?” She moved between us, facing away from me, and leaning in to King’s chest. She placed her lips against his, and almost instantly, he snaked one hand behind her back and jerked her hard against him. They kissed for a moment, and though they weren’t actually touching me, I could feel the heat emanating from them and permeating the air—the raw passion and desire flowing between them. I was just about to walk away—there was no way I could bear to watch more—when Quincy pulled back slightly.
“As much as I appreciate you trying to look out for me and my sensibilities, or whatever the fuck”—I could hear the smile in her voice—“Rome is right. We promised him that we wouldn’t make this thing awkward, and that nothing would change with me third-wheeling with you guys here—”
“But—”
“No buts. We made a promise, and we need to stick to it. As much as you may want to paint it another way, I’m the odd one out here, not him. I’m the interloper, and as such, I should be the one making concessions and adapting my behavior. And Rome?” She turned to me, this time. Her butt was pressed against King, but she was still closer to me than was generally considered polite, especially when taking into consideration the fact that I was wearing nothing but a scowl, and had a raging erection with her name all over it.
“Yeah?”
“This was your home before it was mine. Not that you need me to tell you that. Do what the fuck you like, and don’t mind me. I’m serious. If that means the two of you parading around in your birthday suits twenty-four seven, then so be it. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, either on you two or other guys.”
My fists balled at the thought of her with other men, but I curled them even tighter, so that my fingernails dug into my palms, just to keep from reaching out for her the way I wanted to.
“You do you. Come and go as you please. Do what you like, and who you like, when, how and where you like. I’m a big girl, I can handle accidentally stumbling in on you. A little live coitus never hurt anyone.” She needed to stop talking about sex while standing six inches from me, when I was naked, and she was just as good as. The white t-shirt she was wearing barely covered her butt, and she was braless, as evidenced by her pebbled nipples, clearly visible beneath the thin fabric.
Fuck. Here we were trying to establish ground rules for my conduct, and all the while, I was fucking dying seeing Quincy like that. I didn’t miss the way King’s arm tightened possessively around her waist, or the way he stared me out as he lowered his lips to the nape of her neck a few times, pulling her closer to him, and kissing her slowly, but seemingly firmly. They both locked gazes with.
“Thanks, baby, I love you.” He spoke quietly and gently. “Can I just grab a quick word with Rome? You head back to the bedroom, I’ll bring your coffee, and we can have an encore performance of this morning’s show.” They both smiled, but neither broke eye contact with me. Ugh. Why hadn’t I noticed it before? They reeked of sex.
“Okay. Row, I’ll see you later.”
I nodded, then watched as she sashayed out of the room, my breath catching with every swish of her t-shirt as it skimmed her butt. Damn. For all my posturing about the three of us just living our lives in the same house, I wasn’t sure my blood pressure was going to be able to cope with seeing her gliding around the place, like every fantasy I’d ever had, made real.
King had been watching her leave, much like me, but I was suddenly acutely aware of his eyes on me.
Chapter 2
King
I watched him watching her, until he realized he was busted, and looked up to meet my raging hot stare.
“What?” He shrugged, trying for an air of nonchalance, which probably would have worked, had it not been me he was dealing with. I knew him far too well for that.
“Don’t stand there sporting a fucking boner for my girl, and ‘what?’ me like you don’t know. You know exactly what.”
“I don’t have a boner for her. I was already hard when she walked in the room.”
“But you stayed that way the entire time she was here. You can’t tell me that if old Vera from your circus days had slipped in between us the way Quincy just did, you wouldn’t have been softer than a toasted marshmallow in seconds.”
“Well, given she’s been dead fifteen years, I definitely wouldn’t have had a boner over her corpse, no.”
“Stop being facetious and deflecting. You know what the fuck I mean.”
“Okay.” He raised his palms toward me. “You got me. Mea culpa. But it’s not exactly headline news that I find Quincy hot. Did you think I was miraculously going to be blind to her looks, just because the two of you are a thing now? You know that’s not how this shit works. It’s just a biological impulse, so don’t take it personally.”
“I’ll try my best not to, but it would probably be a lot easier to do that if we weren’t forced to look at said boner over our coffee. So, you want to be able to fuck wherever and whenever the mood strikes you? Looks like I lost that fight, but for the love of God, would it kill you to put some fucking pants on?”
“You’re not forced to look at shit. If you’re staring at my dick, It’s because you want to. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t give a fuck. You want to ogle my junk? You go right ahead.”
“I don’t want to. I’m just saying—”
“Look, I get it. No need to explain. If I were you, I’d want to stare at it too. It’s really an enviable example of the male form—so perfect in girth, length and color. It’s only natural that you, with your inferior member, would feel envious of the gifts which God, or the Devil, either one, has bestowed upon me. When you seem to have been robbed.” Rome looked down at my dick, laughing. I flipped him the bird.
“But seriously, you realize that there’s a stench of hypocrisy when you stand there giving me all of that ‘mi casa...’ nonsense, in one breath, but in the next breath tell me to put pants on, when you know full well that’s not how I roll. Not only that, but pot, meet kettle, because you’re doing all of that with your own dick hanging out as proud as the day you were born—about the same size, too.” I flipped him off again. “Maybe you should take your own advice before dishing it out to me. And while we’re on the subject, it probably wouldn’t hurt Quincy to put on something bigger than a t-shirt, either. Pants even.”