Just For Christmas (Just Us Series Book 5) Page 4

  “I was feeling guilty all night,” he admitted, “for checking her out.”

  “Me, too,” I agree.

  “We’re only human, though, and I don’t resent you for looking at her. Do you resent me?” he asks.

  The words aren’t the insecure and worried tone one might expect, but simple and matter-of-fact. “Of course not,” I say, and he nods as if he knew exactly how I’d respond.

  “So neither of us should feel guilty. We’re both grown-ass men in a committed relationship, it doesn’t do any of us any harm to admire an attractive woman, so long as it’s just looking, right?”

  “Right,” I agree, feeling a weight off my chest.

  “Although…” he continues and I feel a worried little ball of tension re-forming under my sternum.

  “If the right scenario ever came about-and this is purely hypothetical-would you ever want to…maybe…”

  I wait for him to finish, but to my surprise, his face reddens.

  “Would I want to what?” I ask, baffled by his sudden embarrassment.

  “Would you ever want to try a threesome?” he asks without meeting my eyes.

  I’m taken aback. I mean, sure, I’d thought about it, who hasn’t? I guess I’d just never really considered it in the realm of possibility.

  But when my mind flits to an image of that little black dress on our floor and Emilie’s soft curves sandwiched between us, my cock throbs. “If we found the right person,” I hedge, shifting uncomfortably and trying to mask the rising erection tenting my slacks.

  “Would you?” I ask.

  “With the right person,” he echoes.

  My mind shifts back to that scene in my head, the hot, busty blonde writhing under Joel while he’s busy sucking me off. Joel reaches over and grabs my dick, shocking me out of the fantasy. A smug little smirk curls his lips.

  “You really do like the idea, don’t you?” he asks, rubbing me through my clothes.

  “Yes,” I groan, both in response to his question and to encourage him to keep touching me.

  He grabs my hand and presses it over his groin, and I can feel the steel of his raging hard-on. “Me, too,” he murmurs.

  “But it’s just us here right now,” I lament, giving his cock a little squeeze that makes him shudder in pleasure, “So what are you going to do about it?”

  The words are all the catalyst we need to explode into action, tearing at each other’s clothes and claiming each inch of skin we expose with lips, teeth, and tongue. The moment it’s freed from the confines of my boxers, Joel’s fingers are wrapping around my shaft and I let out a groan. He shoves me down onto the couch on my back, kneeling between my legs and stroking my cock.

  I let my head fall back against the armrest, my eyes rolling back in my head, and I hear him let out a low chuckle. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

  “Fuck yes,” I breathe.

  He bends down and runs his tongue up the length of my shaft before swirling it around the tip in a way that makes me see fucking stars. “Holy shit,” I gasp.

  The heat of Joel’s mouth envelops my cock and I can’t help myself; I grab the back of his head and my hips buck into his mouth. He takes it with practiced skill, though, grabbing my hips to maintain a little control as I fuck his mouth.

  His tongue does incredible things while he’s blowing me, and I know I won’t last long this way, so after a few minutes, I pull out.

  “Lube. Now.”

  Joel nods, panting, and opens a little hidden drawer in the coffee table where we store a bottle. It kept it hidden from Andi when she came to visit, but kept us from having to kill the mood and run upstairs.

  He passes it over and I squirt some into my palm, slathering a generous amount on my dick while Joel gets into a good position on his knees on the floor. I pour little more down the crack of Joel’s ass before delving a finger into his tight ass.

  He lets out a hiss of pleasure and I warm him up for a few minutes, pumping in and out, before adding another finger, then another.

  When I feel like he’s relaxed and ready for me, I slide my dick between his cheeks. “You ready?”

  He nods and I slowly slide my cock inside him, easing into the tight hole against the resistance of Joel’s tensing muscles. He lets out a low groan, and the sound spurs me on.

  Gripping his hips, I start slow, with gentle, shallow thrusts, until I feel the tension slowly ebbing out of Joel’s body.

  Once we hit that point, I pick up the pace and reach around, wrapping my hand around his dick and stroking him in time with my thrusts.

  “Oh, shit,” he hisses, his fingers digging in to the fabric of the couch, “Harder!”

  Happy to obey, I pound into him, drawing gasps and groans of ecstasy, and I grip his cock a little tighter and stroke a little faster.

  I can feel my balls drawing tight as my orgasm nears, and I grit my teeth, trying to will it to wait. Fortunately, Joel is as close as I am, and I can feel his body twitching and shuddering beneath me. “Cum for me, baby,” I order, “Show me how fucking good I make you feel.”

  “You first,” he retorts, but the hitch in his voice betrays him, he’s on the brink.

  I take a deep breath, steeling myself, and thrust in even harder and faster, and in seconds, Joel’s crying out in release. “Fuck, Drew!”

  His hot seed trickles down over my hand, but I barely notice as my own orgasm slams into me with a force that knocks the wind out of me, blowing my load inside him.

  Sated and spent, the two of us collapse in a sweaty tangle in front of the fire. “Careful,” I warn Joel, who has his back to the fire, “I like those buns, don’t toast them too much, yeah?”

  He rolls his eyes and laughs. “Shut up.”

  I grin and pull him closer. “Love you, too.”

  Chapter Nine

  Emilie

  One Week Later

  I can’t help but let out a moan of pure bliss when my head hits the pillow. There is nothing better than that moment when you settle into bed and just feel the comfort kick in.

  Tonight had been the second dinner party over at the Bennetts’, and once again, it seemed like all of this was going along without a hitch. Mrs. Bennett had spent the majority of the night talking about the various charity galas she had attended over the last week.

  So far, the parties had been dull, but nothing like the nightmare I’d been expecting. Drew had speculated that his parents were on their best behavior because he hadn’t brought a girl home since high school.

  I asked him how he got away with it most of the time and he had explained that he both he and Joel had been playboy types as teenagers, so they just sort of pretend he still is, acting like he can’t be bothered to bring the “catch of the week” around because there’ll be a new girl in his bed by tomorrow. Until now.

  I also wonder what Danny’s babysitter thought when I got home. Both in dark suits, having Joel and Drew walk me to my door almost made me feel like I had my own Secret Service at my back.

  I giggle and reach over to flip the light off. Those dark suits look damn good on them, though. It was hard to concentrate on Drew’s mother when I kept catching glimpses of the sharp-dressed hotties out of the corner of my eye.

  And I can’t stop thinking about the looks on their faces when they saw me in the little blue party dress they had gotten me. It almost made it worth the massive panic attack I’d had when they brought it to me and I saw the price tag.

  But they had insisted on me taking the blue dress, plus three others they had chosen for me, saying that they just wanted to protect me from any unnecessary snide comments from Mrs. Bennett.

  And truth be told, I didn’t have another dress to wear to these things. I’ve never really had a need for more than one nice dress, so I couldn’t justify spending the money on myself.

  Not that I’ve ever had this kind of money. Designer labels money.

  And Drew shrugs it off like it’s nothing. I suppose, to him, it is. Not because of his rich fam
ily, though. Being born with a silver spoon in his mouth had never stopped Drew from working hard, and Joel had said that every penny of Drew’s wealth was his own now.

  So he knows full well the value of everything he’s earned, but it’s clear he doesn’t care much about the money.

  I mean, I should have known anyone willing to pay ten grand for a few fake dates wasn’t exactly a miser, but for him to spend thousands of extra dollars to pad my wardrobe on top of that?

  I had insisted that it was too much, but Drew refused to take no for an answer and threatened that if I refused again, at the next dinner, he would ask his mother to show us her vacation slides.

  Although I’m almost positive he was bluffing.

  But the way they’d looked at me in that dress…I hadn’t been looked at like that in a long time.

  I mean, the way I think they were looking at me. I keep having to remind myself that they’re together, that I’m just here to play a part, but then I catch one of them staring and I can’t help but think what if?

  I think of Audrey and her two partners. Or Lacey, Summer, Jessie and her three. They can make it work, so it doesn’t exactly seem completely unrealistic, right?

  I think about the way they eyed me in that dress, and I close my eyes, creating a new ending to the night. In my imagination, instead of leaving with them, I drag the two of them to my bedroom, and that pretty blue dress is quickly tossed aside.

  My nipples harden as I imagine them exposed to them, to the cool evening air, and my panties grow damp with arousal as I mentally strip them both bare.

  I slide my hand under the waistband and let my fingers venture between my soaking wet folds, my breath hitching as the Joel and Drew of my fantasy lunge at me hungrily. Drew trails kisses down my collarbone until he reaches my breast, and he draws my nipple between his teeth.

  I let out a moan that’s quickly silenced by Joel’s mouth on mine, and the two of them guide me a few paces before they shove me onto the bed.

  Joel slides a hand between my legs, and the motions of his fingers mirror what I’m doing to myself in real life, two digits sinking deep into my pussy while the heel of the hand grinds against my clit.

  Both real me and my fantasy self gasp and writhe, and my other hand reaches up to mirror my vivid rendering of Drew’s fingers teasing and playing with my nipple.

  I can feel the tension knotting in my belly as the release builds and I struggle to catch my breath.

  “That’s right,” Fantasy Joel croons, “Cum for us, baby.”

  The words, even imagined, send me spiraling into ecstasy, my whole body shaking and twitching, and I bite my lip to keep quiet.

  When I come down, I open my eyes, and the fantasy is replaced with my empty bed.

  I slip out of bed to go clean up, suddenly feeling embarrassed about what I’ve just done. It feels strange to get myself off thinking about them when they’re basically paying me to be an escort. They’re…clients, so to speak, and they’re happily involved with each other.

  Even though it’s not as if they’ll know, I almost feel guilty, somehow. I shouldn’t think of them like that, it’s not right.

  But it’s been almost a year since Paul’s death, and we weren’t exactly hot and heavy before then. I honestly couldn’t think of the last time I’d had sex. So can I really be blamed for getting a little riled up around a pair of guys who look like Greek gods? I’m only human, after all.

  So I try to tamp down my embarrassment and just push it all out of my mind. None of it matters. I just need to get through these next two dinners, and after that, things can go back to normal. Maybe I’ll even try to get out and find someone single, start dating again.

  But the idea honestly turns my stomach. Strangers and small talk, wading through an endless string of bad movie dates and awkward meals in restaurants…

  I smile to myself, thinking that at least nothing from here could be a weirder first “date” than being hired to be someone’s girlfriend for Christmas.

  Chapter Ten

  Drew

  There’s something different about Emilie tonight. I can’t tell what it is, but something seems different. She looks incredible in the deep green sheath dress we’d bought for her, and I have to admit, I do like Joel’s tastes in fashion so far. Classy, but still deeply sexy.

  “You look stunning,” I tell her, breaking the silence in the car.

  Her cheeks turn pink and she glances at me for a moment before quickly averting her gaze. “Thanks.”

  I look at Joel in the rearview mirror and he looks as puzzled as I am. She’s been awfully quiet, and now that I noticed that darting glance, I realize that she’s been avoiding eye contact with us all night. “Is everything ok?” I ask her.

  She nods, the blush of her cheeks darkening. There’s an awkwardness in the air that wasn’t there before, but I can’t figure out why. Did we do something to offend her?

  I want to delve more into it, but unfortunately there’s not enough time. We’re already pulling up to the gate to get onto the property. While I’ll push the discussion aside for now, I can’t shake my curiosity and confusion.

  But I ignore it all, for now, and roll down the window, punching in the passcode to get inside. The gate rolls open and we drive through.

  As we walk up to the door, before we can even knock, it swings open, and my sister ushers us inside. “Here,” she thrusts a little bundle of lacy fabric at Emilie, and to my surprise, I hear a little clank.

  Emilie unfolds it and grins. “My own fun flask? You shouldn’t have!”

  “Trust me, you’re gonna need it,” Andi warns.

  While Emilie slips off to the bathroom to put it on, Andi passes around hers. “Look, Mom finally got around to decorating the tree today and she was getting all gooey over the “first Christmas” ornaments and crap, so she’s got babies on the brain,” Andi warns.

  “Oh, fuck,” I take the flask from her and take a very large gulp.

  “Mmhmm. You better watch yourself, little brother, or you’re gonna have to shell out a fuckton more and try and talk Emilie into being your fucking surrogate.”

  My mind races in a couple different directions, but two primary thoughts stand out:

  I need to play this very carefully, but also, knocking her up could be fun.

  I feel a sharp poke in my side and look at Joel. “Don’t even think about it,” he whispers, teasing, “Fucking perv.”

  “You love it,” I hiss back.

  “What?” Andi looks at me.

  “Nothing,” I wave her off and Joel snickers.

  “Andrea!” my mother’s heels snap on the floor and Andi hurriedly stashes the flask, “What have I told you about answering the door?”

  “Sorry, I was just so excited to see my little brother I couldn’t wait,” Andi simpers with a huge, fake smile.

  My mother rolls her eyes. “You are a grown woman, Andrea, for heaven’s sake, would you show even an ounce of decorum?”

  “If I did, you wouldn’t recognize me,” Andi replies, and while I normally find her banter entertaining, keeping Mom in a good mood would kind of help us right now.

  “Not to worry, Mom,” I interrupt, “Violette got to the door first, she just escorted Emilie to the ladies’ room.”

  It’s an out-and-out lie, I’m sure Andi had shooed the young housekeeper away and I hadn’t seen hide nor hair of her, but it seems to settle my mother’s ruffled feathers.

  “Well, regardless,” she huffs, “We don’t just cluster in the foyer like a herd of cattle, we greet our guests in the sitting room, understood, Andrea?”

  Andi’s jaw is clenched so hard I’m concerned she might break a tooth. “Yes, Mother.”

  As Mom turns on her heel and marches primly back to the sitting room, I lean down and whisper to Andi: “You know you could just ride with us so you don’t have to be alone with them, right?”

  Andi shakes her head. “I love you, little bro, but I’d prefer to have my own getaway car if shit
goes sideways.”

  I have to agree. “Ok, valid.”

  Emilie returns from the bathroom and we all head into the sitting room, where Mom coos over Emilie’s dress.

  I wonder where my dad is until his voice booms from behind me: “Bad news, everyone, I’m afraid the Stevensons won’t be joining us tonight, Mrs. Stevenson has caught that terrible flu bug that’s been going around.”

  “Oh, the poor dear,” my mother tuts, “Well, that’s all right, it’ll be just us tonight, then!”

  Joel and I exchange a look and I can see him swallow, hard. Just the six of us. Right. How delightful.

  “Oh, Emilie, come with me,” my mother says, grabbing Em’s wrist and tugging her into another room.

  I look at Andi in confusion and panic and she rolls her eyes. “She’s showing off the tree,” she explains, “Come on.”

  She leads us after Mom into the living room where the tree is set up. I’ll admit, our family’s Christmas tree is always a thing of splendor.

  And Mom does delight in having someone new to show off all of her favorite ornaments to. To my embarrassment, however, one of those favorites features a baby picture of me in nothing but a Santa hat, my bare ass to the camera.

  And unfortunately, that’s the first one she makes a point of showing to Emilie. While I hide my face in shame, Emilie giggles. “I have one just like that of my son-“ she falters and the smile fades from her face.

  Her son?

  She’d never mentioned a kid, but suddenly everything makes sense. The toys we’d seen at her place, why she would need the extra money when she has a full-time job…

  For a moment, the room is so quiet you could hear a pin drop. “Your son?” my mother asks finally.

  Reluctantly, Emilie nods. “Yes, I have a little boy. He’ll be three in February.”

  She pulls her phone from her pocket and shows my mother a picture of a little boy with a cherubic face and bright blue eyes just like hers. “His name is Daniel.”

  My mother smiles tightly. “Would you excuse me for a moment?” she asks, then clicks out of the room.