CHAPTER ELEVEN
Katy
The east coast was the best coast. I giggled to myself and climbed up the last steps to my parents’ little apartment in Brooklyn.
“Hey, Miss Katy. Good to have you back.” Little Mrs. Murtz called out to me from her stoop next door. She had been on that stoop since I’d known the elderly woman.
“Thank you, Mrs. Murtz. Good to be back.”
It was nice to be back home, but it was nothing compared to being on the road with the guys. Because even though I was about to have dinner with my parents for the first time in months, I just wanted to run back to our hotel room and fall into bed with my big alphas. Those blue eyes made me swoon.
Plus, it wasn’t all about the sex. As much as I loved the physical aspects of our relationship, there was so much more. Don’t get me wrong, the intimacy was incredible, but the guys are amazing in other ways too. I missed Mason practicing on guitar even though he’d never play it at a show, Trent asking for my opinion on his new lyrics, or even simply playing cards with Nick.
Hopefully, they missed me. I knew that I missed them. My heart swooned, wondering what they were doing at the moment. Is this what women in relationships do? Is this what it feels like to be married?
Because I think of Mason, Nick and Trent 24/7. They’re my everything, and I love all aspects of being with the men. But marriage? That’s a long shot.
I shook my head, even though nobody could have heard my thought. It was dumb. A four-way marriage was a reality that could never be.
Frowning at my own stupid thoughts, I rang my parents’ doorbell. Right away, the door flew open and my mother appeared. She had been waiting for me.
“Katy!” the bespectacled woman squealed.
Ethel fell all over me with hugs and another cry of happiness. As usual, she smelled like home-cooked food and sweet comfort. Her round face was full of smiles and pride.
“Mom!” We hugged and grinned at each other in the doorway. “I missed you!”
Alpha Prime was so incredible. I had been so focused on them that I hadn’t thought about what I left behind.
“Oh, my sweet Katy!” she exclaimed, pulling me in for another hug. “We missed you so, so, so much!”
“Missed you guys too,” I replied, smiling. “How have you been?”
“Always good, Katy.” Mom pulled me all the way into the apartment and started chattering a mile a minute about seeing the band on TV and watching the crowd at the televised concerts. It was all to catch a glimpse of my face. “I never see you! The crowds are too big, maybe we missed you on TV?”
A giggle escaped me. She was so sweet.
“You know, I’m always in the background, Mom. Never on screen or anyplace people can actually see me. That’s what it means to be an assistant.”
“I figured, but it didn’t hurt to look for my baby.” She took my light coat and hung it up. “One day, we both might get a surprise and see you standing in the middle of them in bright, living color.” A mischievous grin dimpled her cheeks.
My curls flew as I shook my head and giggled. “Mom, please.”
“Sometimes us moms just know things,” Ethel chortled, flashing me a quick wink.
Once we got to the living room, I gave her the canvas bag of goodies that I’d lugged all the way from the West Coast. It contained some of my mother’s favorites: red wine from Napa, fresh-baked bread from San Francisco, and a California-style cookbook.
“Picked some things up for you while I was in San Francisco. Hope you like it.”
“Thanks, honey. You know you didn't have to,” she said, but she looked so happy with her big, sparkling eyes. That was what made it all worth it.
She looked through the bag and squealed. “Real sourdough! You’re such a good daughter.” Mom liked to eat as much as me. It was one of many things that we had in common.
Still gushing about the gifts, Ethel rushed ahead to put the canvas bag in the kitchen as I trailed behind her.
The apartment was clean as always and neat as a pin, but things jumped out at me that I never noticed before.
It was small. The apartment was full of cozy, familiar knickknacks and the worn-but-comfortable furniture that had looked used even when I was young. Touring with Alpha Prime had shown me a different type of lifestyle. The home was where I had grown up, but lavish hotel rooms made the Brooklyn apartment seem miniscule. It was tiny, there were no two ways about it.
Immediately, I felt like terrible. These comparisons were unfair because small doesn’t have to be bad, I reminded myself. This is home. This is where I grew up.
“Come into the dining room, sweetie! You're right on time for dinner.” Mom rushed back into the living room without the bread or wine, moving faster than her round figure seemed capable of. “I made meatloaf!”
Snobbery is not the right way to think of things, came the voice in my head. Mom and Dad deserve better than that.
I had been so caught up in my own thoughts that I hadn’t even noticed my father. He looked up from the iPad on his lap and pushed the glasses up onto his nose.
“Oh good!” he grumbled cheerfully and struggled to his feet from the ancient Lay-Z-Boy. The cracked olive leather flexed as my paternal figure got up. “I’m glad you're not late, Katy. I'm starving! I was just about to tell your mother to serve dinner if you were even one minute late.”
He was joking, but also as serious as a heart attack. Even though he was the skinny one out of my two parents, the man loved food. Come between him and a pot roast and risk losing a limb.
Bernard shuffled toward the dining room with me and Mom close behind. We were all hungry. The long flight and horizontal activities had given me quite the appetite.
“Let's wash our hands and eat,” Mom chirped. “If your father waits a minute longer he's gonna start chewing on his arm. Or mine!”
We tidied up at the kitchen sink and then sat down at the small table for four. I could smell all of my favorites: meatloaf, creamy mashed potatoes, and green beans. Meaty and starchy. Was she hiding German chocolate cake someplace in the kitchen too?
The thought rumbled my stomach and made my mouth water.
Yummy!
On the way towards the east coast, I didn’t think too much about food, but smelling my mother’s cooking reminded me how hungry that I really was.
“Mom, you didn't have to make all this.”
It was one thing to eat food from the finest restaurants around the country, but there was nothing like a home-cooked meal. If only my guys could share this with me at my parents’ house.
Yeah, right.
Because it wasn’t going to happen. I was just their assistant, and not a real match for them. Besides, what was I even thinking? There were three of them and only one of me, so how would that work? More likely, I would end up in a small, cruddy New York apartment writing novels that I prayed would become bestsellers. They probably wouldn’t. Trying to hide my sudden sorrow, I gave a small, fake smile.
“I didn't have to, but I wanted to.” Mom bustled around the dining table making sure everything was right. “Who else is going to spoil my baby but me? You’ve been gone for so long!”
She served me, then Dad, and herself last before sitting down.
It all smelled terrific, and forgetting my gloomy thoughts for a moment, I dug into the food, so happy to be back with my parents and their simple life. Silence and the clicks of knife and fork against plates sounded in the dining room for a long time.
Once the edge of hunger had been satisfied, everybody relaxed a little bit.
“So, Katy. How is your new job with your rock stars going?” Mom asked.
Did she say “my” rock stars?
A blush stained my cheeks.
What was I supposed to say? Alpha Prime had been claiming me over and over again, making me moan at night, tingling and pleasured to the ends of my toes?
Surely, I can’t say that.
My mother's eyes twinkled but she didn't say anything else. I risked a look at my father's face, but Bernard just looked happy to have food in his mouth.
My face was burning. “Umm…uh… Good, I guess. Being with them has been nice,” was my lame reply.
Say something else. More descriptive. Anything was better than my ho-hum sentence.
So I took a deep breath.
“I'm getting a lot of experience as a flight attendant slash personal assistant. Being a babysitter didn't prepare me at all for this job. The guys are very demanding.”
Mom looked happy enough to burst out singing. “Living the good life now is all that’s important, sweetie. Enjoy it.”
Dad grunted.
“We're very proud of you for taking on such a big job and especially with no experience,” he said when he looked up briefly from his plate. “But what happened to your idea of becoming a published novelist? Are you still planning on pursuing that?”
Mom’s smile faded away and she looked between Dad and me.
Oh no!
Alarmed that she would actually start to worry about what I was doing with my three alphas, I rushed to reassure her and Dad.
“I do still want to be a novelist one day, but this job takes up so much of my time. Right now, my novel’s on hold. I’ll pick it back up, though,” were my reassuring words.
Dad looked unconvinced and with good reason too. Because during the time that I normally spent writing, I was in Alpha Prime's bed being impaled by all three men while moaning in bliss.
I belong to them now.
Life with my gorgeous rock stars was better than the plot of any novel. Maybe one day, I could turn all the excitement into an amazing fiction book. A novel about my experiences certainly wasn’t in the cards. The guys had made it more than known that I was never to discuss what we did behind closed doors. And hadn’t there been an non-disclosure agreement way back when I met with Helena that first time?
Doubts suddenly crowded over me. My stomach flipped over as I nibbled on my lower lip.
It was easier to think that my novel was just delayed for a little bit. I couldn’t admit that I’d given up on my career goals. No men were worth that.
Maybe my mother wasn’t so wise because Nick, Trent and Mason were irresistible. Neither my panties or my plans stood a chance once they touched me.
I couldn’t exactly say that with my dad in the room though.
“Don't worry, Bernard. I'm working on something.” The desperate lie rolled off my tongue. “It’s a new idea I wouldn't have even thought up if I wasn't working with Alpha Prime.”
“Really?” Dad sounded doubtful. “You know your old high school sweetheart just got a job as an editorial assistant at Bantam Press. Why don’t you link up with him? Might help you in the long run. It’s better to have connections in your field than connections to a bunch of drug-addled rock dudes.”
Rock dudes? Clearly he disapproved.
“The guys don’t do drugs,” was my soft protest.
“They also aren’t professional writers.” Bernard shook his head. “You know, I liked when you brought that other one home. He treated you really well, as far as I could see.”
“Can I just ask who you’re talking about?” I asked, furiously trying to remember. There weren’t any boys that treated me well in my past.
My father chuckled. “Darren of course. I ran into his mother at the store the other day. She said he tried to call you but your number had changed. I liked him. Good kid.”
That guy? Gross. Darren had been a slimeball who thought he could use me because I was curvy. I shook my head, staring at my plate.
Nevertheless, appeasing my father was easier than arguing. “Okay, Dad. I'll see what he's got to say,” was my low mumble.
“Good.” Dad nodded with satisfaction over his quickly disappearing meatloaf. “I know he'd love to help you out. That guy always did have a soft spot for you. His mom seemed pretty let down when she heard you weren’t in the area anymore.”
But the comparison was hopeless because back in high school, Darren was selfish and weak. By contrast, now I had three strong lovers who craved me, both emotionally and physically. They weren’t just in it for themselves. Pleasing me was at the top of their to-do list.
At just the thought of Nick, Mason, and Trent, my pussy clenched like a fist and started to drip. I squirmed, the soft cotton of my panties dragging against my clit.
The alphas were so good that they made me cum just with a few skillful touches. Being with my three men meant at least three orgasms every session—sometimes as many as six just because they were so damn competitive.
Soon I’d be back with my rockstars, safe in their arms. I couldn’t wait. Because our sessions have gotten wilder. Just yesterday, they bent me over the piano in their hotel room. Then, each one of them ate my pussy until I passed out from the intensity of the pleasure, thinking I’d flown to Heaven.
And now, my sweet folds were swimming in juices simply thinking about them. Later, when I got up from the dinner table, I was probably going to leave behind a wet spot on the chair. Oh god.
Yet the scene with them in the Manhattan hotel had been so hot. Alpha Prime had made me into a woman, drenching me with their essence, making me moan and scream with want. Stretched out between them, I was drenched. Every second with the billionaires was incredible.
“You okay, honey?” Mom asked with a knowing smile.
I cleared my throat and tried to pretend that I wasn’t blushing. “Yes, Mom. I'm fine.”
Dad glanced between me and Ethel, looking confused, but just kept on eating his meatloaf. I couldn’t blame him.
“This is really tasty,” I said to my mom.
“Should I pack you some to go, honey?”
Why would she ask that?
I looked down and noticed that my nipples stood up hard as rock candy through my dress.
Oh no!
Embarrassed and blushing like a fool, I crossed my arms over my chest. Ethel had already seen everything, though. She smiled at me again, eyes twinkling like the fairy godmother of free love and unprotected sex. On the phone earlier, we talked about me spending the night in Brooklyn since the guys gave me the time off to be with my parents.
But every time I shifted around, my cunt throbbed like mad.
Alphas or parents? The decision is easy.
My twat drizzled its honey in my panties, eager to take all three pieces of meat again. I squeezed my legs together and nearly whimpered with need. Nick, Trent and Mason were at the hotel. In an hour, if I took the subway, I could be back there with them. A taxi would take even less time.
Decision made.
“Yes, Mom, that would be great if you could pack some food. I’d appreciate it so much.”
Ethel’s look said she knew exactly what I was rushing back to.
“Wait,” Dad said, looking like he’d lost the plot. “I thought you were going to spend the night here.”
I bit my lip and hid a sigh of sexual frustration. “I was, but I got an urgent call on the way to Brooklyn. I have to get back to work. They need me. Told you guys that the band was pretty demanding.”
I crossed my fingers and hoped not to get struck by lightning for the lie.
“They work you too hard over there, Katy,” Dad said, looking worried, but not too worried to stop eating.
Mom smiled beatifically and raised a spoonful of creamy mashed potatoes to her lips. “I'm sure she doesn't mind, honey. Like her mother, our Katy isn't afraid of a little hard work.”
More heat flooded my face, but I giggled and pushed away from the table. Ethel had a sense of humor for sure, and I appreciated her for it because things have turned out so different from what I expected. Was it just a couple months ago she’d pushed me to apply for this job? And now, things were so different.
Because I’ve fallen in love with Alpha Prime. It’s not the hours, the non-stop traveling, or the ceaseless demands. It’s how I feel about the three men and how those blue eyes haunt my every waking moment.
But this wasn’t supposed to happen. I’m a lowly assistant, hired to serve their needs. And yet, my mind couldn’t help wondering. Where was this going? Were we going to figure out something permanent? Or was I merely a temporary fixture, someone and something to ease their stress during an especially difficult tour?
There were no answers, and I knew that at some point or another, I’d have to level up. Because I’d spun into the abyss with these men, head over heels in love … and there was no coming back as hard as I tried.