Triad: A Three Way Love Story Page 4

  Grey slammed down his mug a little sharply. “I’ll take you. Mick has to work on a bike”.

  “Alrighty then. I’ll be ready in five minutes”, she hopped up and headed towards the guest room. I picked up a receipt she had been looking at. She came back and snatched it out of my hands and added to a pile, weighing it down with a soup spoon. “No. Do not touch anything.”

  I don’t know if I was more pissed off that Grey volunteered to take her to the store, or if it was because she challenged my bookkeeping system. I suck at bookkeeping. I only said I would do it because Grey sucks even more than I do at it. He throws everything out and I keep everything. I carefully poured myself a bowl of cereal and pulled the milk out of the fridge. I sat at the very end of the table in an area where there was currently no neat and orderly piles of paper and tried not to touch anything while I ate my breakfast. Grey slammed the screen door and waited outside.

  Chapter 8--Grey

  Why did I volunteer for this? I know why I volunteered. Mick was about to volunteer and I didn’t want Mick to do it. I wanted to spend just a little time with Joss and see if I could get her out of my head. Hopefully she does something stupid and annoying and it will piss me off. Then I can move on. I hope she eats salad with no dressing or constantly whines about the temperature being too hot or too cold. Anything.

  She came skipping out of the house, still wearing the Daytona Harley shirt she slept in. She had put on the skinny red pencil skirt with the slit in the back and sexy black high heeled “come fuck me shoes” that she had been wearing last night, which were surprisingly free of mud, thanks to Mick doing her laundry. She seemed to have put a bra on though, because I couldn’t make out nipples poking through the fabric of my bike week shirt, which was more disappointing than I care to admit even to myself. The sleeves were carefully rolled up and her creamy white tummy showed between the skirt and the shirt. She looks hot as hell still. Dammit.

  Tossing her purse over her shoulder she took the hand I held out to her and she jumped up into my big black Chevy truck as gracefully as possible in the tight slim skirt, and slammed the door. “Ready to go?” Duh. Obviously she was ready or she wouldn’t be in the truck. “Yes. Let’s do it.” Fuck yeah. Let’s do it.

  I turned on a classic rock station so I wouldn’t have to make too much conversation. I’m not good at conversation. I’m even worse with feelings. “I love this song”. She cranked it louder. She sang along with almost everything that came on over the next twenty minutes. I sipped my travel mug quietly. If I had been alone in the truck I would have sang along with the radio, but I’m not that comfortable around her. Joss didn’t seem to care than she couldn’t carry a tune and even head banged during some Aerosmith. Her braids were flying all over the place. It was cute as hell. She caught me looking at her once or twice, but only because she was looking at me when she thought I wasn’t paying attention.

  She reached in front to me and pointed Target. “Stop here. I can probably get everything I need in one stop.” I obediently parked the truck and came around to get her door for her. I hate shopping, unless it’s at the parts store. I’ve never even been inside a Target before and I have no idea what to expect. She takes the hand I offer her and slides out out of the raised cab, “Such a gentleman today. Is this because I am entertaining the idea of being the cream center to a Grey and Mick sandwich cookie?” She faced me head on and stared me in the face.

  It’s a good thing my coffee was gone because I would have snorted it out my nose with that unexpected comment. “I’m always a gentleman.” Ha. I’m a fucking comedian today.

  “Hmmm.” She looked at me like she knew I was yanking her chain, but smiled anyway.

  I have to admit that she knew her shit where accounting was concerned. While she pushed the cart up and down the aisles of the store and threw random items into it, she explained her plan for organization and billing to me. In the office supply section, she picked out items we’d need to keep the system in place after she was gone. I was thoroughly impressed. Hell I wasn’t stupid. I knew Mick sucked at bookkeeping. That was no secret. The truth was I just didn’t want to get stuck with the dirty job. Customizing bikes was was I loved. It was my creative outlet. Fixing them was a close second. Accounting never made my list, but clearly numbers and dollar signs were Joss’s passion.

  I pushed the red plastic cart through the store, stopping while she grabbed things that caught her fancy. “Hiya handsome”, she said in a silly cartoon voice, sticking a stuffed purple unicorn in my face. I tried not to smile too much, “you know it takes a virgin to catch a unicorn.” “We’ll I’m out then.” She giggled. “Actually, I think my virginity has grown back. Does that happen?” Another cute snort. I couldn’t handle playing hard to get anymore. I caged her between the cart, my arms and my chest. “That can be corrected”, I whispered in her ear. She pushed back into my chest and the contact took my breath away. “So you say, handsome, I guess I’ll have to find out for myself”.

  “Holy fuck is that Grey Cantrell with a woman? Talking to a woman?” Fuck. I knew that voice. “Is that your old lady or something?”, Joss looked panic stricken. “Worse.” “Your fucking wife?” “Nope.” I turned and faced her. Belle always looked like a biker’s wet dream. Even though she was creeping up on fifty, she kept herself in great shape. She was wearing skin tight black leather pants and biker boots boots that buckled up the front. Her black tank top just said “BITCH” in sparkly clear jewels. No shirt has ever been more accurate. She was definitely a bitch. Oh God she was.

  Belle looked up one side of Joss and down the other side. Joss eyeballed her back. “Jocelynn Hamilton, meet Belle Caporillo. Mick’s mommy. Belle, meet Joss.” Jocelyn politely held out her hand but Belle ignored it. “So you do fuck women”. So far it was going better than I had anticipated. Joss prickled. “He fucks like a god damned bull”, she snuggled up under my arm and put one hand on my chest protectively. The contact was giving me an instant chubby, and was leaving Belle speechless. I kinda liked that she got all defensive over me. It was also pretty obvious that her and Belle were like gasoline and matches and should never be left alone together.

  “I’ve heard about his fucking abilities. It’s talking that he normally doesn’t do.”, Belle smirked.

  Joss pushed her glasses up on her nose and smiled. “So does Mick.”, she continued, “Your boy knows what he’s doing, mama. You should be proud.” They stared each other down like two gunfighters at high noon, both waiting for the other to flinch. “My son knows how to treat a lady, you should come around the club and ask his former girlfriends.” Joss smiled sweetly, “I don’t need references. I’ve seen him in action.” It was getting ugly. I have to give Joss props for not backing down. Belle could be quite intimidating. I still needed to break this up before a cat fight ensued.

  “So Belle. What time is the Club’s Labor Day BBQ?”, I quickly changed the subject. “One. Bring her.” With a flip of her hair she turned around and disappeared down another aisle.

  Joss started laughing hysterically and snorting as she pushed the cart towards ladies underwear. “Oh God, I Mick going to be mad at me for that?” “Nah, he’d be proud of your for standing your ground.” “Mick must take after his dad.” I sighed, “Probably, and maybe someday Belle will tell him who that is.” She didn’t ask anymore questions.

  I took over cart pushing duties and for the next half hour, I hid my uncomfortable boner behind it while she looked at bras and panties.

  “What do you think of this one?”, holding up a blue set. Some kind of bra that looked way too small for those generous tits and panties that you could see through. “Baby will those fit in there?”. “Of course. It’s a half cup bra”, she held it up to her generous bossoms, “It only goes to about the nipple and the rest is wide open cleavage.” Son of a bitch. I could feel the teeth of my zipper cutting into my dick. She tossed it in the cart. “I can tell my the look on your face that it’s a keeper”, she added two more in black and w
hite. I held up a camo green bra with matching boy cut panties. “How about this?” She took it out of my hands and held it up to her her shoulders. “If I wore this would it give you wood?” “Who says I don’t already have wood?” She bit her bottom lip between her perfect white teeth and pointedly looked at my crotch which I was attempting to camouflage behind the cart. “That’s more than just a little wood, baby, that is the whole fucking tree.”

  We were going to get kicked out of the underwear department. Hell, we were getting kicked out of the whole store. I was sure of it. She just smiled and tossed it in the cart. By the time we left she had a new pair of jeans, a few tank tops, some shorts and assorted toiletries. I still had a hard dick. I pushed the cart all the way back to the truck, even though it was empty, then dumped it in the cart return. I had to adjust a bit when I sat down and she pretended not to notice. I know she did because she kept licking her bottom lip.

  I cranked up the radio for her next sing along and tried to think about transmissions and Jehovah’s Witnesses and boot camp and brussel sprouts, and bowling and Marilyn Manson, and, well, anything else that might help alleviate the now very painful situation in my pants.

  Chapter 9--Joss

  He had fucking wood. Not just wood. A fucking tree trunk. I could see the outline of his sizeable cock through his tight ass jeans. I loved that both Grey and Mick wore tight jeans. Nicely pressed Chinos did not have the same attraction for me, nor do idiots with baggy ass pants and plaid boxers showing their asses. In college we used to say “The tighter the jeans the louder the screaming”. If that theory holds true there will be a fucking banshee in the house tonight.

  “I love this song!” I cranked it up and started singing along with Warren Zevon's Werewolves of London. I know I saw Grey’s lips moving as he sang along, howling the chorus with me. He even laughed out loud. I feel the big aloof guy and I had bonded at the Target.

  He carried my bags into the house for me then gave me a quick surprise kiss on the temple before disappearing into the garage. I cleaned my glasses on the hem of his shirt and went back to work, more determined than ever to make things perfect for these two.

  Mick came in and grabbed a few bottles of water a little while later. I was immersed in receipts and spreadsheets. I had gathered up the piles by then, and scanned them into folders on the semi ancient Macintosh. Every time one of them came into the kitchen for water, or paper towels, or a snack, they touched me. Grey tickled my ear with the tip of my braid. Mick rested his hand on my thigh when he picked up a pencil I dropped. Grey came back again and reached into the drawer behind me, bumping his hip in to me. I knew damn well it was intentional and I waited eagerly for the next time the door slammed.

  Mick slipped in behind me and gives me an amazing unsolicited neck and shoulder rub. It feels amazing and the knot in my neck dissipates. He has huge, strong hands and his tattooed fingers dig into the aching muscles, deeply but gently. I look at his hands and appreciated the grease under his nails and calluses on his fingers that designated him as a hard working man. “Feel better babe?” “Mmmmm, yes. That feels so good”. “That’s my “I’m sorry my mom is a crazy ass bitch massage”. He kissed my neck with just a little bit of teeth, grabbed his bottles of water and went back to the garage.

  Boners and kisses had been distracting me all day. Determined to complete my task, I perservered, finally finishing my monumental tasks by a little after four pm.

  I grabbed the receipt book, and the laptop and headed out the garage. It was time I put this accounting project to bed then instigated my own bedding.

  A shiny new blue pick-up truck was backing into the garage, so I stood out of the way while the boys conducted business. I recognized the driver of the truck as belonging to an associate of the Zimmerman Legal Team and a Junior Partner at Harris Law Firm. I also recognized the he still owed they boys money from the last time he laid down his 2017 Dyna Wide Glide on a straight away. The little fucker was a cheap ass like the scheisters he works for. I quietly stood behind the three of them while they assessed the damage. Grey did some mental math and gave him an estimate “Gonna be at least 1200, possible a few hundred more, depending on parts.” “Do what you’ve gotta do, guys. I need her back in one piece by the fifteenth.” They shook on it.

  “So, you’re Ernie Patterson, right and this is your beautiful 2017 Wide Glide?”. All three sets of eyes landed on me. Ernie took my hand and shook it, while looking me up and down like a piece of fresh meat. I’m sure he didn’t recognize me without my power suit and high heels. “Yes and you are?” “I’m their new business manager.” I pointed to Mick and Grey. “Wasn’t she here for repairs just a few months back?” Ernie nodded his head. “She needed the timing adjusted and just wasn’t running smooth anymore. These guys are geniuses.”

  I smiled sweetly, “Then I’m sure you’re aware that you have a balance due from the last time she was here. You owe eight hundred dollars before they ever lay a hand on your bike this time.” “No, I’m sure I paid it.”, he argued. “I’d be glad to follow up in that if you have a cancelled check or credit card receipt.” I knew damn well they didn’t have a credit card machine, but I wanted to back him just a little further into the corner. I waited, staring at him expectantly. Mick started to speak and an I put my hand up flat to his face, “Don’t worry, Mick. I won’t offend Mr. Patterson. He understands the necessity of keeping detailed records in business. Don’t you, Mr. Patterson?” “Of course I do. I’ll pay it when I stop back in.” He made a move toward the driver’s side door of his truck. I stepped in front of him blocking him from his hasty escape. “I’m afraid that I need payment for your previous repairs before we could even begin work on the new repairs, and, due to your credit history of non payment, we’ll need at least fifty percent down on the new repair.” Ernie looked cornered, deep and hard. “I’m sure a Junior Partner can easily afford these repairs.” He looked confused now, but pulled out his wallet and counted off fourteen one hundred dollar bills. I quickly wrote him a receipt and handed him his copy. He shook hands with the guys and beat it out of there.

  I handed Grey the cash. They turned to face me with their faces reading disbelief and respect. “Have a seat boys, I want to show you what I found.”

  Mick flipped an orange bucket and popped a squat. Grey pulled up a rusty old bar stool from the corner. They both gave me their full attention while I presented them with their new system of keeping track of their accounts. I presented my work as professionally as I would have to the Zimmerman Board and I am thrilled that they are taking it seriously! They both asked pertinent questions and I took my time in explaining the system of checks and balances.

  “Now for the exciting part. You guys did way better this year than you thought. At least you will once I collect on these $18,000 in outstanding accounts.” I dropped the bundle of unpaids on the tool bench for extra drama. Ernie was not the only one out there. You are not getting paid for the work you do. I’m going to fix that next.”

  “Impressive. Really impressive.” Mick hugged me. “You did a great job”. Grey was nodding his head in agreement then he kissed me on the cheek. “Thank you, Joss. Really, I had no clue people owed us so much money”. Mick kissed me on the other cheek and I found myself in the middle of two very hard bodies.

  Chapter 10--Mick

  I hugged her, holding onto her for a little longer than friendly but not enough to indicate wildly horny. She impressed the hell of of Grey and cleaned up a mess that had taken me over a year to create in just a few hours of work.

  Grey kissed her cheek and glanced my way. He read my mind. It was time to take it to the next step. We’d talked about it earlier. Grey told me what had transpired in the store, and that she seemed to be leaning towards accepting the proposal she overheard last night. I moved closer, blocking her between us and kissed her gently, my hand sliding down her lower back to rest just before her sweet round ass. Now was her chance to say no. To walk away from her place in between us.

>   Her eyes darted between us and she knew exactly what was on our minds. Grey leaned in, pausing when his lips were just a fraction of an inch from hers. He wanted her to make the move. He wanted her to push forward and be the one to truly initiate the first kiss. I pressed my hand onto the small of her back, just above the hip bone, and ran the other one around her side and rested it on the other side, waiting for permission to take it further. Her breath quickened and she moved forward, her lips meeting Grey’s. Game on.

  I slid the hand on her right hip around to the front, pulling her back, her ass against my instantly hardening cock, while the one slid up her shirt, slowly, over her ribs and underneath her bra to find her already erect nipples. She moaned in Grey’s mouth and it only served to make drops of precum weep from the head of my dick. Both of his hands were entwined in her belt loops holding her firmly in front of him. He continued to kiss her deeply, their tongues invading each other’s mouths. I nibbled at her shoulders, ears and neck while I continued to stroke her ample breasts.

  Grey broke the kiss finally, and pushed her back into my arms just a little. Taking my cue, I spun her around to face me. Before she could react, Grey pulled her t-shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor. Her black bra was next to go, and finally those beautiful tits were free. I took her face in my hands and pulled her closer. She wasted no time, pulling out my tucked in t-shirt and slipping her hands underneath it. Her fingers explored my abs and chest. I loved my nipples played with and she rubbed them firmly, making them as hard as hers.