Mitch’s dad’s fabulous advice had been to ignore the night before. Until Leah was ready to talk about what happened or even begin to remember what had happened then, the best solution was to make it easy. Don’t talk about it; don’t make a big deal about, and carry on with life as if nothing had changed.
The biggest problem Mitch was having was the fact he wanted to talk about it. He didn’t see why not talking about what happened would work. They’d made love last night. He’d been deep inside Leah’s body as she climaxed around his shaft. She’d called his and Chase’s names. Leah had confessed to being in love with them, and they were supposed to pretend it wasn’t happening.
Leah was in the kitchen cooking their dinner. He kept looking behind him to watch her. She’d been ironing for the past couple of hours, and he hated it.
Mitch wanted to take her in his arms and show her how much he’d loved last night. Her honesty and passion had been so worth the wait.
“Stop looking at her,” Chase said in a whisper so Leah wouldn’t hear.
“I don’t know how you can stand this.”
Chase glared at him. “Do you really think this is me standing it? I can’t fucking breathe. I feel wound up that tightly.”
The other man glanced back at Leah. “I know what it feels like to have her come apart in my arms, Mitch. I’m taking your old man’s advice because it might fucking work. I want her to come to us on her terms, not the other way around.”
Chase drained his can of beer and threw it into the trash can.
The rest of the movies were waiting for them to watch. The scent of garlic and chicken filled the air.
“I’m starting to think my father is fucking useless.”
His friend nodded in agreement. How was this helping them?
They knew Leah better than anyone. If they didn’t talk about it then she wouldn’t mention it again. Last night would remain a memory in their minds but not in hers.
Mitch knew he couldn’t handle another man walking through that door. If it got to that, he was gone. Mitch knew it was extreme of him, but there was no way he was watching Leah with another man. He’d watched her with other men and hated every second of it.
She came through and placed their food on their laps. He watched her bend forward and slide in another movie. His cock pulsed inside his jeans. He’d taken her from behind. Mitch knew what it felt like to have the curve of her ass pressed against his body, to feel the tight clutch of her cunt wrapped around his cock as he rode her body.
He rubbed a hand over his face and saw Chase was doing the same. Less than twenty-four hours ago, Leah had been between them, the passion inside her shared equally. She’d reached for both of them at the same time. Their names had been screamed from her lips.
Chase put a pillow over his lap and then his plate on top of the pillow.
Leah sat between them with her food on her lap.
The movie started up.
He ate his food and didn’t taste any of it. Leah sat tense for several minutes before she lay back and finally relaxed.
Mitch ate his food, watching the movie. None of it sank in.
Once their food was finished and the movie ended, she left to do the dishes. Mitch helped her clean away as Chase set up another movie.
The rest of the weekend was like that. The tension was not talked about. Friday night was never mentioned. It was like their time together no longer existed. Mitch didn’t know how long he could go one pretending they hadn’t been together.
He was in love with Leah.
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Chase went back to work on Monday hating the weekend. The advice Mitch’s father had provided sounded good at the time. Leah was avoiding the conversation and looked more than happy to let it go. He continued working through his clients, advising them on security systems and explaining how each of them worked. Mitch spent most of his time in the office filling in paperwork.
When they got home at night, Leah was either late or spent most of it in her room. Their time together began to fade.
He knew it was only a matter of time before she cancelled Friday’s movie night.
The second week after their love-making, Leah phoned saying she had to work late that night and on Saturday. Chase knew she’d asked for the overtime. In the mornings she was leaving for work before either of them woke up.
The friend he knew and loved with his whole heart was disappearing. He knew she was cutting herself off from them.