Chapter One
Leah Jones threw herself down on the sofa with her bowl of potato chips. They were spicy, and she needed the heat to rid her mind of the awful date she’d been on. Chocolate ice-cream would have been preferable, but Mitch had clearly forgotten to get the groceries for the week. She shared an apartment with her two friends, Mitch Fields and Chase Lawson. They were currently watching football with a couple of beers in their hands.
“You’re back early,” Mitch said.
She glared at him and went back for more chips.
“Did Guy not match up to your expectations?” Chase asked.
Guy was the name of her date. Leah refused to talk to them. Both men were hot as hell and never struggled with finding women. She hated dating, and living with two of the sexiest men in the world made it even harder. It was hard to realise she had a life when she was more than happy to spend her time with both men in the apartment they rented out together.
“I bet he said something to piss her off,” Mitch said, chugging down some beer.
“He didn’t say anything.” She lied. The chips were losing their appeal. Her tongue felt like it was on fire from the excess chili.
“I thought you’d be out for most of the night. Or at least be going back to his place for a fuck,” Chase said.
Leah felt the blush fill her cheeks. Out of both of her friends, Chase was the cruder of the two. He said what he liked and didn’t care what others thought of him. Mitch, on the other hand, was the more fun-loving of the two. They’d been friends since they were kids, going through school and then high-school, all the way up to college. Their friendship had survived prom, puberty, and the loss of their virginities. They were the two people she trusted most. The only two she’d tell all of her worries to. Her biggest problem at the moment was her feelings toward them.
Don’t go there.
They were all twenty-five years old and showed no signs of settling down or moving on. She didn’t mind, but the problem was with all of her dates. Her dates were adamant they would pick her up from her apartment. That was fine. She didn’t mind them having a beer and waiting with Chase and Mitch as she finished getting ready. The biggest problem came half-way through their meal. Like several other dates before Guy, he’d asked about her accommodation.
“What are you doing living with two men?” Guy said.
“They’re my best friends. I don’t see the problem.”
He’d leaned forward reaching out to stroke her hand. “Leah, I like you a lot, but I don’t want to have to compete with your roommates.”
“You’re not competing.”
“No? I don’t think it’s right for a single girl like yourself to be living with two men. I imagine you’re high on the gossip list.”
Guy’s innuendo had been the last straw for Leah. She’d had enough and made sure he knew about it. Storming out of the Italian café may have seemed childish, but it hadn’t felt like it at the time.
“Come on, Leah. What has gotten into that head of yours?” Mitch asked, moving to sit beside her. He pulled her legs over his lap, removed her socks, and began to play with her feet. She smiled at him, loving his touch.
This is how it used to be. The three of them together without any fears at all. Her biggest problem was her response to him. In the past when he had played with her feet or rubbed her thigh, she’d not felt anything. Now, her pussy melted from his touch. She felt her cream leaking into the thong she’d been wearing. Her nipples tightened against the fabric of her shirt, which made them harden further from the movement.
Chase sat on the opposite side of her holding her hand.
She enjoyed both of their touches, and that was her biggest problem of all. She fancied, not one, but both of her friends. Leah stared at the television screen as the football continued to play. When they were on their own, she’d read a book or check through some recipe books for new styles of food to try. She loved being in the kitchen, and with Mitch and Chase, she had two men with healthy appetites. Leah watched the ball being kicked from one team to another.
“Do you think we’re doing the wrong thing still living together?” she asked.
Both men froze by her side. She felt Mitch tense on her foot while Chase squeezed her hand tighter.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Chase asked.
“I don’t know what has gotten into your head, but you better stop it, Leah. I love the way we are. Are you planning on moving out? Is that the problem?” Mitch asked.
“Forget I said anything,” she said, moving away from them both. Mitch and Chase caught her, pulling her back, so she’d little choice but to listen to them.
“Who has been putting these ideas in your head?” Chase asked.
“Nothing.” Leah pulled out of their embrace and stared at the television. She wished she’d kept her opinion to herself. “I just wondered what we’re going to do with the future. I mean, you’re one day going to find a woman, and both of you will get married. I wondered where that would leave us.”
She bit her lip, feeling the tears fill her eyes. Glancing down at her lap, she forced the tears back. When they were younger she’d never thought of them going their own separate ways and starting their own families. To her, they would always be together with no fears of what the future would bring. She hated the uncertainty she felt about it all.