Chapter 27

Jake

 

I tried making about three meals before I gave up. Just as I was about to take refuge in a Jenna Haze video, she called. The woman I really wanted.

“Are you free for dinner tonight?” Brooke asked.

“For you, definitely,” I said, then paused, “It’s not going to be just us though, is it?”

“No, I was going to invite Mark, if that was alright with you.”

I paused. For some reason, the idea didn’t annoy me or upset me as much as I would’ve expected. In fact, as worried as I was about how the dinner would go, I was actually looking forward to seeing the guy.

“Well, I do like that I get to be asked first,” I said, “Even if it is because of my fragile ego.”

“Oh stop,” Brooke said, giggling, “I’ll see you at Princessa’s at eight, okay?”

“I’ll probably be early, I’m just bored out of my mind here at home.”

Brooke laughed.

“Okay, I’ll see what I can do about being a few minutes early myself.”

As soon as she hung up, the apprehension in my body grew. Tonight was the night, I could feel it. That was the reason Brooke was inviting us both out to dinner. She’d want a response, a decision—and I didn’t know if I could give her one.

 

 

I got to Princessa’s fifteen minutes early, as predicted. To my surprise, Brooke and Mark were already there, at the private table the waitress led me to. It was beautiful, on its own balcony with irises set on the fence overlooking an abandoned park. The closest table wasn’t even in sight. It would be perfect for what we were likely going to discuss.

“I move the time up,” Brooke explained, smiling at me, “I didn’t want you having to wait alone.”

“You really are very considerate,” I said, sitting down on the other side of her.

“What about me?” Mark quipped, “Aren’t I considerate?”

“No,” I said, grinning at him, “You’re just a dick—a funny dick who’s pretty enjoyable to be around, most of the time.”

Mark spread his arms into a big stretch.

“Hm, I guess we all have our strengths.”

Brooke looked at both of us shyly, her eyes lit up.

“Yeah, we definitely do.”

With that dirty glint in her eyes, I had no doubt what she was thinking of. How I’d pounded her ass, while Mark destroyed her pussy until she’d been senseless with pleasure. Right now, seeing the sexy little cropped white dress she was wearing, I wouldn’t mind doing it again.

I paused, and took a long swig of the water that was in front of me. What was going on with me?

“So,” Brooke said softly, taking both of our hands, “I wanted to talk about this. Us. I don’t think I need to tell you what I think—or what I thought about Wednesday night. I enjoyed it more than I’d care to admit.”

“So did I,” I said, quietly.

Brooke smiled.

“So, what are you guys thinking then?”

“I still don’t know about it,” Mark said, “I mean, having a random threesome here and there is one thing—but being an actual couple—throuple—seems pretty risky, considering the way the media is always on us.”

Brooke nodded.

“I’m worried about that, too.”

Right then, the waitress came in.

“Are you all ready to order?”

“Not really,” Mark said.

I glanced to him.

“Want to just have my favorite?”

Just as Mark made a face, his stomach growled.

“Looks like my belly’s answering for me,” he dead-panned.

We all laughed, and I told the waitress, “Three orange-glazed pork tenderloins, please.”

Once she’d left, Brooke turned her attention back to us.

“Not knowing your answer is really killing me though,” she said, frowning.

I took in her downturned hazel eyes and the slight droop of her lashes. Brooke wasn’t kidding.

“I really think this could work,” Brooke said, “We should at least try. I mean, I don’t know about you two, but for me the reality of losing you both, is worse to me than the risk of it not working out.”

“And the media finding out,” Mark pointed out, then sighed, “You’re right, though. I’d rather do anything than lose you entirely.”

“Same here,” I said quietly.

“It’s just I’ve never, I don’t know,” Mark said, clearing his throat, “Shared a woman before.”

“You’ve also never been serious with a woman before,” I said.

“Good point,” he said, with a grin, “If I’m going to try one new experience—why not try both at the same time, right?”

He shook his head.

“Seriously though, I want to try it, it just feels weird.”

Brooke squeezed his hand.

“It feels weird to me too—like morally off. But there’s nothing wrong with trying it. And I think if we do, we’re going to no develop some ground rules—like what we can or can’t do, stuff like that.”

“Jake can’t fuck me,” Mark said, “Just going to put that out there.”

We all laughed and I rolled my eyes.

“Get over yourself—you’re not my type.”

“What, too handsome?” Mark quipped.

“You have a penis,” I said, “Anyway, I’d want ground rules, too. I’m not fucking you Mark, no matter how drunk you get or how much you beg me.”

Under the table, he kicked me.

“Seriously though,” Brooke said, still giggling, “What legit ground rules would you guys want to lay out?”

Silence.

“I don’t know,” I finally said, “I think I’d need some more time to think about it. I’d hate to agree to something and then later regret it. I’m not even 100% sure I’m on board with this.”

“Me neither,” Mark confessed.

“Yeah, of course. That’s totally fine,” Brooke said, although I could tell she was putting on a brave face. “Let’s just relax for now and have a nice dinner.”

And that is what we did, laughing and talking, though we all were a bit reserved. Finally, Brooke got our attention once more, and it was obviously more serious than our dinnertime banter.

“So, we’ll discuss the details more another time, but for now, would it be okay if I got a kiss from both of you?”

My stomach tossed and turned. But when Brooke’s pleading pouty gaze caught mine, I couldn’t resist.

“Fine,” I said.

I latched my lips onto hers. Damn, they felt good—it had clearly been too long. Our tongues twirled with each other’s, while my hands cupped her face. Her beautiful sweetly soft face. Mmmm.

“Ahem,” Mark said, clearing his throat.

We broke away grudgingly.

“I think—if we go through with this—one ground rules should be no breaking up kisses or other stuff,” I said, shooting a glare at Mark, “unless it exceeded a certain time limit or something.”

“Yo, that was like ten minutes of lip slobbering, okay?” Mark said, “So sorry, but I’m not sorry.”

“Whatever,” I said.

He blew me a kiss, then plastered his lips over Brooke’s. Their lips touched and re-touched, their heads bobbing side to side as they moved. As I watched, I was annoyed, there was no doubt about it. I even had to tear my eyes away after a few seconds. But something struck me. The whole rage and pain when I’d first seen Mark even brush by Brooke was gone. The feelings now were dulled, like some faded memory of what I was supposed to feel.

As I returned my gaze to Mark and Brooke’s feverishly kissing faces, I only felt a slight twinge of annoyance.

When Brooke turned to face me, her eyes lit-up, her whole body poised and hyper-alive, I knew I’d agree to whatever she asked.

“Kiss me again?”

I didn’t even have to think to agree—my lips did it themselves. They plastered themselves to her full, pillowy lips the second the words were out of her mouth. Now, just kissing her, just flowing my tongue with hers wasn’t enough. My hands joined in, rubbed up and down her sides, over her dress—and under. Her legs were as smooth as marble, as soft as cream.

Mark was somewhere—saying something, but I could barely hear him. Everything was swallowed by this rhythm, this continuation. My boner was pressing against my leg urgently. I couldn’t stop now.

My lips devoured her neck, while she sputtered out moans. My hands were sweeping under her dress now, farther and farther, almost so far that I could almost touch her puss—

“Time’s fucking up,” Mark snapped, pulling me away.

His glare went from me to Brooke.

“I thought you just said a kiss. You didn’t exactly prepare me to see sex in action.”

Brooke’s face fell, although the glaze of arousal remained.

“I’m sorry—we just got carried away. If you want, you could kiss me, too.”

“If by kiss you mean eat your face and lead up to sex, then I’m hella game,” Mark said, shooting a pointed glare my way.

“Is that okay?” Brooke asked.

To her hopeful penitent look, I nodded. Mark wasted no time, throwing his face over Brooke’s. Almost immediately, he slid his hand down her back, cupping her ass.

It was uncanny watching them now, their mouths swirling over each other’s. My dick was still hard, and I felt restless. Like I wanted to rip her away. And yet, once again, there was no denying it. That now, watching them, I felt the least bit of jealousy yet. The other night we’d had the threesome, I’d been so turned-on I’d barely had time to feel jealous, let alone act on it. Seeing Brooke so happy, so turned on like that had gotten me off, too. Not to mention that the sex had been glorious. Brooke was as hot and skillful as ever. It had surprised me how easy it had been for her to pleasure us both. Maybe it was insane to admit, but here was the cold hard truth— Brooke had pleasured me better, while fucking Mark and I at the same time, than any woman ever had on her own. Perhaps Brooke was just built for sex like this—it lit her up, made her more than herself. Who was I to tell Brooke that she couldn’t or shouldn’t be herself?

I returned my gaze to Mark and Brooke. By now, his hand had slipped under her bra, was massaging her breast right in front of me. And yet, as I watched his fingers rub the nub of her nipple, no jealousy stabbed through me. No, all I wondered was when it would be my turn.

And then, all that was left was the undeniable conclusion that maybe Brooke was right.

Brooke was the one to stop things, once Mark escalated to slipping his fingers into her panties.

Gasping, Brooke directed her glare to me.

“We’re out in the open—we shouldn’t have let it get that far. I thought you’d be the one to break us up.”

I shrugged.

“I was feeling generous. You two looked like you were enjoying yourselves.”

“We sure were,” Mark said, throwing me a cocky smirk.

“Does that mean that you’ve decided you’ll do it?” Brooke said, her eyes sparkling with eager excitement.

And, all at once, the calm ease that I’d been feeling left me. This was it—the one and only choice. I had to decide—could I accept this, and actually give it a try?

My gaze met Mark’s. His flushed face looked turned on—and as uncertain as mine did.

“No,” I said finally, “I am warming up to the idea, but this still feels too fast. I’ll need a bit more time.”

“Me too,” Mark agreed, looking relieved.

“Okay then, of course,” Brooke said, “It’s late anyway, we should probably go home.”

She said it wistfully, as if she’d hoped one of us would argue with her. Slam her on the table and take her right here, while the other joined in. But her question had set a strong current of uncertainty buzzing through me, and I needed to clear my head. Fucking Brooke would just further mess up any kind of neutrality I was trying to have about this whole situation.

“You’re right,” I said, avoiding her gaze as I rose.

“Jake—” she said, in a small hopeful voice.

I paused, but didn’t turn to face her. If I saw those big hopeful green eyes staring into me, I’d never be able to say no.

“Don’t,” I said hoarsely.

She fell silent. I’d known what she was going to ask for—another kiss. Another lip-sucking, body-stroking, panty-dropping, fuck-inducing kiss. And I couldn’t do that for her. Not now.

“Goodnight then,” she said sadly.

I grasped for her hand, still without looking at her, and grasped it.

“Goodbye.”

And then I hurried out. I didn’t wait to see if Mark followed behind me. It didn’t matter. This choice wasn’t just about him, and it wasn’t just about Brooke. It was about me, more than anything. I was the one who’d have to live with it, who’d have to deal with the consequences.

And, as I stepped out into the cool night and stared at the uncaring navy sky, I had one thought on my mind. What the fuck am I going to do now?