Just Friends (2 page)

“We’ve got to be careful with her,
Chase. She wants us to be friends.”

“Screw friendship. I’m sick of
those fucking jerks that come here giving us the eye because we’re here. I
don’t trust half of them with her.”

His friend nodded his head in
agreement. “I don’t want to scare her, Chase. I know what you mean. It was hard
enough seeing her kiss another guy growing up, let alone loving someone else.”

Chase fisted his hand in the
cushion on his lap. He remembered prom night and the way James Cook had wrapped
his arms around her. Over the years it had been a constant test of his strength
to not kill one of her boyfriends.

“Do you remember Randall?” Mitch
asked.

“I remember the cheating scumbag.
You know she spent a week crying her eyes out over him. I went over to his
building to show him what messing with our girl meant,” Chase said.

“I never knew that. What happened?”

“Another girl had already cottoned
on to what he was going and proceeded to hit him with her hand bag. I wished it
was my fist, but beggars can’t be choosers.”

They were silent for several
moments, watching the football without taking any of it in.

“I love her, Mitch. I can’t keep
waiting for her to see us as more than friends.”

His friend agreed. They paused as
the bathroom door opened. Leah walked down to her room. Her hair was wet from
the shower. The pink fluffy robe she wore covered her glorious curves from
their view.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” she
said.

“Good night, Leah,” they both said
in unison.

She chuckled then closed her
bedroom door.

They turned back to the television.
Chase’s cock thickened as he wondered how she’d look without the robe. He kept
the cushion in place trying with all of his might to stop the erotic images of
Leah entering his mind. The more he tried not to think about her, the harder it
was. The images refused to be gone from his mind.

“I love her, too, Chase.”

“We can’t lose her. I know we’ve
been talking about it for some time now. I think we need to act on it.”

Mitch didn’t say anything.

“We’ll talk to her at some point.”

Chase knew talking was the answer.
Leah wouldn’t believe them if they told her they were in love with her. He’d
known her for too long for her to accept that as an answer. They’d need to show
her with actions and words.

“Whatever happens, I’m not having
another date walking through that door. Leah is ours.”

“Sharing her is a huge step for all
of us, Chase.
Even for us.”

They’d argued about who was going
to take her to the prom. Chase remembered the fight they’d had in his back yard
trying to win the honour of taking her to prom. Instead, they’d been pulled
apart by Chase’s father and been told to settle it like gentlemen. They had had
to talk through their problems. Both of them had confessed to loving Leah. His
father had said she needed to be the one to choose.

She’d ended up going to prom with a
jock on the pissing wrestling team. Chase had then decided to go with another
girl and Mitch the same. Over the years, they’d dated girls and watched her
date other guys, never wanting to push her into anything.

Sharing an apartment had been a
genius idea of Mitch’s father. However, seeing her date other men was the
worst.

Chase shook his head. “I’m going to
bed.”

Then, after too many beers they’d
begun fighting once again while she was out on a date. They had both come to an
agreement. Both of them loved Leah and wanted her to be happy, but they didn’t
want her to have a choice. They had heard of ménage relationships as Mitch had
a cousin in a place called
Law
Castle
. The little town
was predominantly filled with ménage relationships, so they knew it could be
done.

“Good-night,” Mitch said.

Chase left his friend to close off
the television as he made his way into the bathroom. The scent of Leah assailed
him. She loved using lemon and honey shampoo. The beautiful scent complemented her
perfectly.

Chase grabbed his toothbrush and
began to brush his teeth. A piece of pink fabric caught his eye. He turned,
with the toothbrush in his hand, and saw Leah’s pink thong. Bending down to
pick it up, Chase stared at the small piece of fabric that had been close to
her pussy.

Not wanting to invade her privacy,
he placed the scrap in the washing basket before going back to the sink. His
cock was thicker than before. He finished brushing his teeth then made his way
to his bedroom across from Leah. Mitch waved his goodnight as he closed the
door.

Chase’s heart was racing as he
leaned against the door. That small piece of fabric threatened to undo him.
Only minutes earlier, that piece of fabric had been nestled between her thighs,
touching her creamy pussy. He moaned, pushing his jeans down his hips and onto
the floor.

Chase padded over to the bed and
then climbed between the sheets. His cock was long, thick, and sticking up in
the air.

Many nights had passed with him
fucking his fist, but this night wasn’t going to be one of them. He wanted
Leah, the real woman. Not his fantasies. His fantasies were no longer strong
enough to keep him interested.

No, he wanted Leah, naked, in his
arms and between Mitch and himself. That was what he wanted more than anything.

****

Mitch picked up the beer bottles,
turned off the television, and walked into the kitchen. He hated the thought of
Leah having to clean up after them. When they’d first moved into the apartment,
she’d done most of the cleaning. Now they had a job schedule of who did what.
He looked on the fridge to see it was his job to go grocery shopping.

Shit.

He’d completely forgotten to go
shopping. That explained why she had been eating spicy potato chips instead of
her usual chocolate ice cream. He pulled out his cell phone and typed in his
tasks and then placed it into his alarm so after work tomorrow he’d be notified
to go shopping.

Walking into the bathroom, he
scented Leah in the air combined with Chase. He grabbed his toothbrush and
began brushing his teeth thinking about his two best friends. Chase and Leah
meant the world to him. He’d do anything for them. Chase was like a brother
rather than his best friend. However, his feelings for Leah had been going a
little crazy of a late.

Chase was more vocal in his feelings
whereas Mitch kept them locked up. He was worried in case his feelings would
send Leah running scared. The love he felt for her was not sweet but intense.
He wanted her badly. His every waking thought was devoted to her.

No other woman would ever replace
her in his mind. She was his everything.

He washed his face then made his
way to the third bedroom. Flicking on the light, he stripped down to his
birthday suit before climbing into bed. He turned on his lamp,
then
picked up the photograph he kept beside the bed.

The photograph was a picture of all
three of them at graduation. Their parents had been there to take it for them.
Their friendship had been one of their unusual qualities. No one dared to tear
them apart. Being apart from one another never entered their heads. At least,
it had never entered his head. He loved being with his two friends. They
understood him. He knew Leah and Chase loved him for who he was. Mitch
remembered his father’s words trying to reassure him that when he got to high-school
they’d drift apart.

“You’ll
find new friends. Leah and Chase will be a thing of the past.”

Mitch hadn’t needed to be
reassured. Who would want to have any other friends? He figured his dad was
just trying to warn him. He knew a lot of friends drifted apart. They never
had. No matter how many classes they had differently or the teasing they got.
They stuck together through thick and thin.

The only time they’d come close to
losing their friendship had been the fight over Leah. His father and Chase’s had
sat down with them and talked. Leah needed to make a choice. When she hadn’t
made a choice, Mitch had sat down with him again a few years later. It was
after they had graduated and moved into this apartment, and his father had told
him about his cousin down in
Law
Castle
.

“What
are you trying to say?” Mitch asked.

“I’m
saying, son, that sometimes women don’t have to make a choice. Leah loves both
you and Chase. I don’t think she’ll ever pick between the two of you.”

Those words kept him going. His father
never lied to him. The thought of sharing her with Chase filled him with
excitement.

They hadn’t been celibate. Both of
them had gone out and fucked plenty of women. They hadn’t shared a woman
before. Leah would be their first and only woman.

Chapter Two

“Why do you hate me?” Leah asked
her buzzing alarm clock. She’d been in the middle of a very erotic and fun
dream. She didn’t like it when she was pulled out right before the good part.
Mitch had been about to fuck her from behind, and Chase had been pressing his
impressive shaft to her lips when the inane sound invaded her pleasant dreams.

One of the guys knocked on her
door. “Don’t put it to snooze, as otherwise you’ll be running late and cursing
for the whole day,” Mitch said.

“Coffee is outside waiting,” Chase
said seconds later.

She turned her alarm clock off
instead of throwing it against the wall. “If you keep spoiling my fun you’re
going in the trash,” she said, pushing her duvet off her body.

Leah stretched her arms above her
head working the sleep out of her body. She opened the door to find Mitch and
Chase sitting at the kitchen counter reading the paper.

“Burglaries have gone up in the
area,” Chase said in between munching his cereal.

She walked past them going for the
coffee. When she turned around she saw them both staring at her.

“What?” she asked.

Gazing down her body she saw one of
her breasts had escaped the night shirt she’d been wearing. Blushing, she
turned away and placed her large breast back inside the silk negligee she wore.
She was quite partial to negligees. She loved the feel of the silk against her
body when she moved.

They’d turned back to their paper
and coffee when she faced them again.

“Sorry,” she muttered.

“No worries, Leah. Remember you’re
the only one with the breasts in our family,” Mitch said.

She burst out laughing as he raised
his eyebrows at her.

“If you want me to start flashing
my cock let me know. We’d be even then,” Chase said, laughing.

“I’ll remember that. You never
know, we could make a game of ‘who has the longest sausage’.”

They all laughed at their words.
Feeling better, Leah walked back to her bedroom and changed for work. She went
for a black pencil skirt and a plain white blouse and decided to leave her hair
down for the remainder of the day after running a brush through it. It was
Friday night, and work tended to be more casual on a Friday. The weekend would
be all hers as none of them worked the weekend.

She walked back out and went
straight to the fridge. “Do you two need any lunch put together?” she asked.

“I’ll have whatever you’re having,”
Chase said, pouring
himself
another cup of coffee.

“Me,
too.”
Mitch added over the paper.

Leah grabbed the leftover pasta,
roasted peppers, and chicken. She grabbed some cheese and salad then took it to
the counter.

Chase handed her the three
lunchboxes.

“I wonder why burglary is on the
rise. You don’t think we’re at risk, do you?” Mitch asked.

She placed the peppers into a food
processor along with the cheese and olive oil. Chase stood behind her looking
over her shoulder. She became aware of him when his breath tickled her neck.
Her hair was pulled to one side exposing her other side to his touch.

“No idea, mate. We’re a shared unit,
and we have security on the door, which is why this place costs a fortune to
rent. What are you doing?” Chase asked.

“I’m making a cheese and roasted
pepper sauce to go with the vegetables, pasta, and chicken. It should be good
even though I’ve never tasted it.”

He leaned over her to grab a
julienned slice of carrot. She watched his hand disappear from view. Her hands
refused to press the button. Her nipples had tightened from the small contact.

“Everything you do will be nice,”
Mitch said. “Do you think we should get a dog?”

“A dog?
We’re not allowed dogs in this building.” Chase argued while he stood behind
her.

“So, we could argue about the rise
in crime.”