“Would I? You think I can hold back any easier than you when all I can think about are the things Zoe does to my heart? Feelings, man. Real fucking feelings.” And there it is, I dumped it on Nathan.
He rocks back in his chair, his jaw falling slack. “Feelings in your heart?”
I shrug it off. “Yeah, I’m not afraid to admit it. I want more than one time or a fling with Goldie.”
“Fuck, I knew this was a bad idea.”
“Opt out.” The truth is I like his involvement. I’ve never thought of Nathan in a sexual sense, but I loved tag-teaming Goldie with him. It is a huge part of the excitement. Correction, Goldie was by far the main attraction, but Nathan added something positive I hadn’t expected.
The stone-cold expression on his face consumes several seconds. He doesn’t have to say anything for me to know that last night rocked his world. He ate her pussy like his life depended on it. And he edged her, drawing it out until I was about to nut just from watching.
I wasn’t complaining about the extra time to play with her tits and kiss her while her juices were still on my mouth. But a guy’s not going to draw out a woman’s orgasm unless he’s enjoying it.
I press him. “Shoot straight. If our sister wasn’t in the picture, would you question this?”
“Yeah, I would. Our professional reputation could be at stake. How would we handle interviews or town gossip or treating her the way she deserves to be treated?”
“Fuck what everyone says. We have more requests from clients than we can handle. So what if a few jackasses judge us?”
Nathan turns to his computer and searches for something. “Four to five percent of Americans practice polygamy. Do you think those people are our future clients who won’t judge us?”
I scoot close enough to read the screen. “But twenty percent have practiced it at some time in their lives.”
“Want to take bets on how many of those are drunken college situations? Zoe may not have been drunk last night but she is in college. We’re not. That statistic isn’t for functional, long-term relationships.”
I punch his arm playfully. “So you admit that you want a relationship.”
He crosses his arms. “I didn’t admit anything.”
“Then why make the distinction? Why can’t we play this out, and let Goldie choose? If it’s just experimental college fun for her, we know it will end.”
“And what about thosefeelingsyou mentioned?” Nathan taunts me.
“Fuck off.”
“You’re not going to mope around like a sad puppy, are you?” Nathan cracks himself up.
“I can handle it.” That’s the only lie I’ve ever told Nathan. My stomach knots, but I think it’s more out of concern that he might be right. This could be a college-aged experiment for Goldie. I’m not sure I can deal with that.
Fourteen
Nathan
Zoe’sbeenhomefora couple of hours by the time we finish work. This client is turning into a real pain in the ass, which we should have figured when they insisted we shave two weeks off the timeline.
Now if only they’d answer all of the questions we sent them. We can’t move forward with some of the designs until they do.
But even workaholics need a break, and Zoe has dinner ready. Too bad it’s only for us adults and not a brood of kids too. I’m way ahead of myself.
The big question will be if she’s still game for sex. A storm rages outside, giving the evening an isolated, cozy feel as darkness surrounds the house and rain pelts the windows.
There’s a rumble so hard it shakes the entire house. Seemed like more than thunder but it’s probably just a result of my nerves being on edge.
We head downstairs, the scent of fresh bread making me even hungrier than I am. Neither of us mentions the looming question. Despite the promise this evening holds, the thought of sitting across the table from Zoe, talking with her and Carson, and finding out how her day went, has me the most excited.
I can’t go so far as to say I’m not amped about finishing what we started, but if she wanted to snuggle on the couch first and watch a movie, I’d do it. No more sitting at the opposite end denying my attraction to her.
Carson and I have been a unit for a long time. I never considered that someone might fit with us so naturally.