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Home in five I hope we have wine : - )

He ground his teeth together.  Lauren should not be texting and driving.  When she drove she shouldn't be doing anything else but driving.  He even toyed with the idea of taking the mp3 player out of her car.  Something about Lauren and driving didn't mix.  Over the years she suffered her fender benders and close calls, and her job consisted of a lot of driving.  Everyday he cringed when she left.  There was many a day he went with her to work knowing he would worry until she returned.  The anxiety became worse ever since they were together.

He lifted his finger and went to chide Lauren for texting while driving, but then decided not to fuel her female mind's need to answer back.  Instead, he opened the wine, got down the glasses and stalked the door. 

Exactly ten minutes after Russell texted he would be home, his car came down the street, and he pulled into his spot in the driveway.

The slam of Russell's car door echoed outside, and at last the jingle of his keys.

Jason crossed his arms.

The door opened and Russell stopped short right in front of him. "Hello."

Jason pointed at him.

"Did you open the wine?"  Russell swatted his hand away and put his bag down.

He nodded. 

Russell took off his suit jacket.  It used to be that after setting his laptop case aside he would yank his tie off, but since Monday Lauren had been taking the tie off, and now his friend waited for her to do it. 

"How's dinner?"  Russell reached up for his tie and stopped in midair.

"Why don't you tell me?  You made it."  He grinned.

"Did you already dip into the wine?"  Russell leaned forward.

He met his friend nose to nose.  "Why did you use the crockpot?"

Russell swallowed.  "Because I thought we might be hungry for dinner."

Before he got the chance to ask why they couldn't go out to assuage their hunger, the alarm beeped on Lauren's car.  They both turned like dogs in heat anticipating their master's return.  He frowned at his own analogy and then remembered why he really frowned.  Miss text and drive. 

Lauren bounded up the porch stairs.  "Hi!"

Russell held his arms out.  "Honey you're home." 

A joke from Russell coupled with crockpot cookery made Jason wonder if maybe his best friend was nesting.  Russell was a man who needed to be in a relationship.

Rather than giving Russell a hug, she hoisted her purse higher on her shoulder and grabbed his tie. She pulled him down and gave him a peck while she unknotted the tie, pulling it out from around his collar.

              Russell rewarded Lauren's attention by giving her another kiss, this one a bit more than a peck, followed by him taking her bag. 

It was always weird watching a couple do their thing, but in this case Jason was part of it, and he straightened up in anticipation of his own homecoming ritual.

Normally, or what was the new normally, Lauren would come up to him, ask him how the art went, and brush his bangs aside.  Bang brushing had been done his entire life from a variety of people except for the one summer he shaved his head and the winter it took to grow it back.  However, Lauren's technique was special, she used her nails and licked her lips.  Talk about getting those juices flowing.

After she did her tie removing and her bang pushing, they would have dinner and head straight to the bedroom.  It wasn't a bad routine, but they were becoming routine.  He wondered if anyone else noticed.

She went to him, her arm lifting, nails primed for premium bang brushing.  "You didn't answer my text."

Shit. The text.  The text in the car.  "Yes, speaking of the text." He caught her hand.

"What text?"  Russell put her bag down and closed the door.

"The text she sent me asking me if we had wine and telling me she was five minutes away."  He held her arm up as if he were playing keep away, but in this case he was only playing keep away with himself and his bangs. Therefore, this was a game he was losing, but like the crockpot, it needed to be dealt with.  "That would mean she was driving when she sent the text."

"Lauren Marie Redmond!"  The use of her full name coming from Russell said it all. 

She flinched and pursed her lower lip out.

"Tell her to put that away."  Russell pointed at her mouth.

He wanted to tell her to get to licking her lips, but in order to have her lick her lips, he needed to make sure she remained attached to them.  "We don't want you texting and driving."

"Or looking at your phone and driving."  Russell began counting items off his fingers.  "Or touching your phone and driving." 

"I'm a sales rep."  The pout left and she lifted her chin.  "I have work to do on the phone."

"Speaking of which."  He elbowed Russell.  "She shouldn't take orders while driving."

"You guys are crazy!  I have a job to do, orders to take, texts to write, calls to answer."  She struggled to get her hand back.

"I've seen how you write orders."  He brushed his own bangs back to wipe the sweat off his brow.  "You never have a pen, then there's the paper issue, and then there's the actual writing where you struggle to make it legible."

"Jason!"  She shook her arm.

"Last time I watched you take an order in the car you wrote it in lipstick on your window and swerved, and that doesn't count the ticket you got for being on your phone without a headset or when you rammed into the curb because you were reading a text and my dad had to get rid of the dent before your boss found out."   This was also around the time he started going to work with her.

She gasped.  "You promised not to tell!"

"Oh my God!"  Russell took her other hand, held it up and turned to him.  "Why would you tell me that?"

"Because I know and now you have to know."   He puffed out his chest.

"This is going to make me crazy.  Now I'm going to be at work picturing everything Lauren can do in the car to try to get herself hurt, injured or killed!" 

"Hurt and injured are the same thing."  She tapped her foot. 

"That's not funny."  Russell pulled her closer and spoke in a low tone one would use for laying down the law to a teenager who missed their curfew.  "No more anything but speaking on your headset in your car, if they need to order they will understand you are driving and will call back."

She didn't say a word.

"Lauren."  Russell narrowed his eyes.

She shifted her focus up to the ceiling.

"Do we make ourselves clear?"  Jason stepped into the role as well. 

"You told Russell after you promised not to."  She sucked in her cheeks.

"
We
won't have you getting distracted while driving, we like you alive."  Jason wagged his finger at her.  "Things are different now."

Though she didn't brush his bangs back, she did lick her lips.  She lowered her eyes and stopped fighting them.  "I love that you're upset.  I won't do it anymore."

Both he and Russell took a breath.  They nodded at each other and released her.

"I made dinner and we do have wine."  Russell rubbed her shoulder. 

"We've turned into quite the homebodies."  Lauren laughed.  "I don't remember the last time we went out."

Jason went to push his bangs in his eyes and let Lauren tend to him while he guided her into the dining room, but paused. Apparently he wasn't the only one getting a bit home bound.

"Who needs to go out when we have everything right here." 

Before Lauren answered, Russell pulled her in and kissed her, complete with bending her back and opening his mouth.

Jason got his answers.  Up until this moment, he was the instigator of their sex life with Lauren coming in second.  Russell lagged behind but always caught up.

This wasn't a sexual or romantic kiss.  He knew his friend well. This kiss was a topic changing kiss, one to catch Lauren off guard and make her forget what they were talking about.

"Russell."  Lauren's face lit up with color, and she pressed his palm to the side of his face. 

"I missed you today.  Why do you think I came home early?"  He gave her a light peck.  "I don't know about you, but I could use that wine."

              Lauren nodded.

"Well, since we're starting the evening like this, let me get in the act."  Jason took her into his arms and kissed her.  After being primed by Russell, her mouth was already hot and ready, but the chilly evening air still clung to her clothes.

"Let's eat."  Russell clapped.  "As I said we have everything right here."

Jason held out his arm, and watched Russell trot into the kitchen.  His instinct was right.  Russell didn't want them to leave the house.  Interesting.

Lauren took his arm, but before they followed she tugged him. 

"You paged." 

She stood up on her tiptoes.  "Do you really think things are different now?"

He raised his eyebrows at her question.  Their girl threw out her hook and went fishing.

"Yes, things are different." 

The smile she gave him could have been seen on a star three light years away.

They joined Russell in the kitchen as he dished out his delicacy.

"Wait until you see what I have planned for dinner tomorrow."  Russell handed Lauren a glass of wine.  "We have everything right here."

Yes, interesting.

Chapter Eight

One shard of sunlight cut through Russell's eyelids.  Not ready to wake up, he squeezed his eyes shut. Last night in their haste, they forgot to close the blinds all the way.  His internal clock told him they had to get up soon.  With Lauren's head on his stomach, he lifted one knee to shield her from the light that tried to kill him.

He caught his hand in Lauren's hair.  She moaned, a mixture of sleep and satisfaction, and curled her leg around his causing his morning erection to swell. 

Weekday mornings in their house were chaotic with everyone trying to get ready and rush to start their day.  They hadn't explored any AM escapades yet, maybe because it took too long with three of them involved.  It was a 33 percent increase in orgasms that needed to be achieved from normal two-person sex. Of course, it was probably a 100 percent increase in enjoyment.

He forced his eyes open and turned.  Jason had one arm slung around Lauren's waist.  If his friend were experiencing the same morning he was, his erection would be pressing right on her backside.

"Oh man."  Now with visions of orgasms in his head, his cock became fully engorged.  His only hope was to unravel himself and rush to the shower.  He would never be able to work like this, and there wasn't enough time for three orgasms. 

He moved the covers aside.

"Russ."  Lauren held him in place.  "No."

Her hand was right near him making the ache even worse.  "Let me take a shower and I'll make breakfast."

"That will take forever. Just stay here." She shook her head, her face rubbing over his stomach. 

He arched his back.  "Lauren, I'll be fast."  Yes, right after about two strokes in the shower.

She ran her hand down his side, her forearm grazing the head of his cock over the sheet. 

"Okay, time to get up."  He pushed himself up on his elbows.

She pulled the sheet down causing his erection to stand at attention right in her face.  "You're already up." 

"Lauren."

"Do you always wake up like this?  Is that why you rush out of bed every morning?"  One fingertip circled over the head as she teased him.  After their week together she knew exactly how he woke up.

"There's never enough time."  He leaned his head back as she trailed her nails up and down.  Light enough to make him shudder, not hard enough to satisfy. "I'll get up and make some breakfast."

"You can't go to work like this."  She wrapped her hand around him.  "You'll be all cranky.  We can have a quickie, especially if you thought there was time for your breakfast."

He was going to protest, say he wasn't cranky, explain to her his theory about thirty three percent more orgasms, or reach over to the nightstand and grab a condom, but before he could do anything she encompassed him with her mouth.  "Jeez!"

"You do wake up hard every morning."  Jason yawned, leaned up and moved her hair aside.  "So do I."

"Oh God."  Both of them watched her suck him off.  Her head bobbing up and down.  Her mouth was slick, warm and tight around him.  He squirmed as her lips and tongue tickled and taunted him. 

Jason dipped his head down and kissed the back of her neck.  "Suck him harder.  He's so horny right now."

              Lauren obeyed Jason's command, using her hand to grip him, extending  each stroke.

Perfection.  Her technique spot on.  The right amount of slip, the way she let the sensations grow.  "Like that."

"The question is if Lauren wakes up wet.  Let's check."  Jason's voice lowered.  "She's soaking."

Lauren's groan vibrated through his cock, and he knew Jason fingered her.

"Our little Laurie likes sucking you off." Jason reached over and found a condom on his nightstand. "She's needs relief.  Let's help her out."

Russell garnered enough strength to snake his hand down to her breast.  Her hard nipple greeted his fingertips.

Jason moved her leg up and spooned her, and Russell knew he entered her by the way he grunted and how Lauren grabbed his leg.

The talk stopped as they found their rhythm.  Each time Jason thrust into her, she moved down his shaft.  As Jason retreated, she did as well.  The act of watching Jason only enhanced this already incredible morning.

The sensations built at a perfect rate, his balls tightened, signaling his release was upon him.  "Lauren."  He was going to have to let go and needed to warn her.

She didn't let up.  In fact, she seemed to suck harder, edging him on. 

He shut his eyes, trying to hold off.  Did he come in her mouth?  He wasn't sure.  Neither of them had finished that way with her yet.  He twisted the sheet in his fist, he was there, it was going to happen.  "Lauren." 

"Oh God."  Without warning Lauren gasped.

"She's going to come."  Jason pounded harder.

"Lauren!"  He had to finish.  "Lauren, please!"

Once again her mouth was upon him.  She went after him, and stiffened as her orgasm hit her, any noise she made stifled by his cock in her mouth, and that was his undoing.  He couldn't hold off and released right into her mouth.  "Yes!" He lifted his hips and allowed the pulsing relief to take over him, made only more intense by the way she swallowed what he gave her without missing a beat.

"I'm there."  Jason pushed himself into her and hung his head down.  "Shit."  He collapsed off to one side. 

The fact he knew that Jason came in the woman who still had him inside her mouth would have made him hard again if he wasn't spent and satisfied.  

The three of them lay there, catching their breath and unraveling themselves from one another. 

"Thank you." He didn't want to move.  The thoughts about the morning ritual of getting to work didn't matter.

Lauren laughed and turned back to Jason.  "Well then I guess I should thank you." 
              Russell stared at her as she rested herself back on his stomach.  Her hair was all over the place, her cheeks flushed, and her lips swollen from the workout she gave herself.

"Then I thank the two of you for making my morning boner prize winning."  Jason flopped back on his pillow.

"What is it?"  Lauren tilted her chin at him.

"You look nice like that."  He frowned not wanting to sound like some tool.

"Aw."  She grabbed his hand.

"She looks awesome, and she is solely responsible for two men's orgasms.  I bet she sells a ton today."  Jason got out of bed and headed for the bathroom.

Russell nodded.  "That would be fifty percent more orgasms than the average woman has to deal with on any given morning."

Lauren smiled.

"Well, since she doubled her quota, I say we reward her and take her out for a date tonight,” Jason yelled from the bathroom.

Her smile widened. 

The relaxation that took over his body instantly vanished.  He tensed, but tried to show no sign.  What would be expected on this date?  How could they both date her?  What would people think?  He tried to think, but he couldn't refuse.  "Okay."  He forced his answer out and swallowed.

"That will be fun."  She kissed his chest and got out of bed as well. 

The sunlight that wanted to murder him this morning glowed over Lauren outlining her form.  "You look nice like that."

She turned to him.  "You know.  The three of us have thirty-three percent more orgasms than the average bear.  I mean bears."

Damn it, she always got it.  He wished they didn't have work and could spend the day here raising their quotas.  He wished they could just stay here away from everyone and everything.

Jason stuck his head out of the bathroom and held up a washcloth.  "Laurie was right, this was a quickie.  We have just enough time to soap her up."

Lauren turned and trotted into the bathroom.

He couldn't refuse.

***

A rep's lunchtime was sacred, the one or two hours in the middle of the day reserved for the most important accounts or new business.  Medical offices closed for a few precious minutes and decision makers were placated with the promises of free sandwiches and sodas.

However, the most coveted of lunches was with the doctor off site.  If the MD could be lured to a restaurant, the account was assured.  Of course, the dinner ranked above the restaurant lunch.  If you got the dinner, you entered into the physician's inner sanctum, a place only the select few got to visit.

Now, as Lauren sat in a swanky restaurant known more for their name then their food, she realized how many parallels her job had to dating.  No wonder she hated dating.  The process was merely a means to an end.

She glanced around the custom designed restaurant, waiting for the man who up until last Saturday, she had set her sights on as a potential ending for herself. 

Yes, until she crawled through a tunnel of boxes to the two men who meant the world to her, Dr. Gregory Dalton would have been her dream dinner date leading to her dream man.  Now, instead of flutters and jitters at how she would catch his attention as something other than his plumper provider, her stomach cramped in dread.  Was she giving everything up for fantasy?

Oh, but what a fantasy.  Her body heated at the slightest thought of what was going on in her home after hours. Even now she flooded with a need that only the two of them could quench. 

"There's my favorite rep."   Flanked by a waiter, Dr. Dalton joined her at the table.  Though most everyone else in the restaurant was in a business suit or designer outfit, he sauntered in with his black scrubs and white doctor's coat.  "Sorry I'm late, I needed some air and it started to sprinkle on my walk."

"No worries, I'm used to waiting for doctors."  She tried not to make eye contact and reached for the menu.

Dr. Dalton intercepted the shields and handed them back to the waiter.  "I can't have anything heavy when I still have thirty patients to see.  We'll have some sparkling water with lemon and lime, please make sure it's fresh, and two of your grilled salmon salads, vinegar only.  Don't put any bread on the table, and bring us a bowl of the wild strawberries I know the chef puts aside for me."  He waved the water away, put his elbows on the table and stared at her.

Before she gave in and glanced at him, she mourned the loss of her lunch.  Last time she and Russell went here they shared a gourmet pizza and peach cobbler, and laughed at how they both had to roll back to work.

"I didn't want to spend my limited time with you talking about the menu." 

Fine, she peeked.  Damn, he was good looking.  No, not Jason gorgeous, stuck somewhere between a rock star and a model, and not Russell's chic geek who had no clue how hot he was, this was Dr. Dalton.  The man manufactured to be attractive. 

Everything about Dr. Dalton was planned, from his slicked back brown hair, to his flawless skin that wouldn't dare get a blemish or heaven forbid, a wrinkle, to his fit, but not overly muscular body. He didn't fit the mold, he created the mold.  Anyone who tried to duplicate him would never be as perfect, only a faded copy. 

"What do you want to spend your time talking about?"  Her question came out much more high-pitched than intended.

He sat back as the food was served.  "Tell me how to make more money."

Every time she sat with this man it turned into a business meeting.  Of course, this was business, but until today, she always wanted it to have that little spark, or flirtation that told her to push the line.  Today, a sad bit of relief took over her.  At least for right now she was spoken for and by more than one man. 

"Last time we met, we talked about including a free syringe if the patient pre-paid for the year.  It will get the patients committed and keep them coming in."  She sprinkled some vinegar onto her salad and dug in, though she loved blue cheese dressing and hated salmon.  Maybe on the way home she would grab some of that yogurt the three of them loved and they could have it in bed.  "You'll need to order two-hundred to get the free syringes."  The adrenaline rush of a sale took over the fact she wasn't having dressing, but an ingredient, on her salad.

He took several bites of his dish and nodded.  "Do it."

This sale would make her quota, and this was the plastic surgeon every other plastic surgeon tried to emulate.  The celebrity doctor who worked on celebrities.  Once she let Dr. Dalton's purchase slip, every other Beverly Hills Plastic would be calling her for the same. 

"Make sure you make a time to train the girls on how not to screw this up."  He squeezed lemon and lime into his water and pushed the plate of wedges toward her.

"I'll do a full training and order some custom posters."  She followed his lead and sipped the sparkling water.  The tang of the two different citrus fruits coupled with the bubbles ticked her tongue. 

"Refreshing?"  He laughed.

"Why do you ask?"  In the two years she knew this man he rarely asked questions about her. 

"You look like you discovered something."  He pushed his plate aside and leaned forward.  "Actually, you look different.  What are you doing to your skin?  You're not cheating on me, are you?"

"Cheating?"  She touched her cheek.  The only thing she was doing differently was two men.  She fought a smile.  Maybe double the amount of orgasms aided the complexion.