I brushed off my anger for the next few hours in favour of excitement instead, I could be mad at their callousness later. Though I couldn’t help but overhear the angry murmurs on the other side of the massive wooden door that obscured the words, there was still clearly ticked off bickering on the other side. It was getting more frequent now, more closed-door meetings that I was kept out of, more hidden frustration that neither man wanted to discuss with me. It had picked up since Morgan arrived on Monday, and it hadn’t really bothered me until now.
I was pulled out of my reverie when the door opened once again at six-thirty, Jon and Patrick looking tired and annoyed as they came out after a conference call. I smiled and stood up as Patrick reached out, pulling me in for a hug.
“You got the invitation?” he asked, tilting my chin up as he held my gaze.
I nodded vigorously. “I did, do I get an explanation?”
“No,” they said in unison.
I laughed and tucked my head against his shoulder as we walked to the elevator. They were quiet, with tension obvious on their faces. I threaded my fingers through Patrick’s hand and squeezed reassuringly.
Patrick rubbed my back in return as Jon used his key to lock the elevator from stopping on any other floors, I grasped Jon’s free hand tightly as he stood beside us, taking comfort in their closeness. Patrick had been so good about sharing this week, not just with sex but letting the other man and I have time together without making an issue of it or trying to hold me back. I didn’t know how I would ever thank either of them.
I noticed almost immediately that Patrick’s car was gone as we stepped into the parking garage. “Where’s the Porsche?” I asked, confused considering I knew he had driven it to work.
“Home, I had one of my house staff come get it,” he answered with a shrug, guiding me to the waiting Pullman.
I glanced at Jon and frowned. “I brought my car to work,” I pointed out.
“We’re just spending the weekend at Patrick’s, you can get the car after work on Monday,” he answered. “Is that alright?”
I haven’t heard back from Allie, so I guess I really don’t have anything else to do this weekend. I shrugged. “No, it’s fine I guess, but I’m not having either of you drive me around if I decide to go out.”
Patrick started to laugh. “Oh, you mean you don’t want someone old enough to be your father driving you around to see your friends or go shopping?”
Jon and I both groaned in annoyance and I shoved the other man playfully, he took too much delight in the age gap and making bad jokes about it. He squeezed me tightly and opened the car door, I slipped inside and moved over to the side while the other two got in. Jon gave instructions to the driver and waited until the car was pulling out of the garage to drag me over his lap and push me back against Patrick’s chest.
I cried out in surprise but was quickly silenced when his mouth found mine and Jon parted my legs. I moaned and reached back to grasp Patrick’s hair, it twined luxuriously around my fingers though I only had a moment to focus on it before Jon had my panties stripped away and his tongue between my folds.
He pushed my legs further apart, one sprawled haphazardly across the black felt floor, the other bumping the headrests behind him. I clung to my Master, sweeping his mouth and biting at his lips, his hand clasped my throat and he growled darkly.
“We barely had time to hide the toys,” Daddy said, kissing his way up my torso.
I detached myself from Patrick’s mouth and glanced down at Daddy, he had the zipper of my dress pulled down to expose my breasts while the hem was stretched taught from it being pushed up my hips.
“That wasn’t my fault,” I protested breathlessly.
He thrust two fingers into my waiting sex, flexing them hard against my g-spot. Master’s teeth grazed my ear and I writhed wantonly, mewling at their distinct touches.
“You could have come back later,” he interjected.
I couldn’t say anything, just gasp as Jon’s thumb circled my clit while he worked his fingers harder. I moaned and arched my chest out as I started climbing higher. Suddenly, Jon withdrew his fingers and his touch became fleeting, causing me to squirm desperately in my seat. They’re going to blue ball me. I groaned as I realized they were purposely trying to work me up but had no intention to finish it. At least, not yet.
“No,” I complained. “No, no, no, no, don’t do this to me!”
“What’s a few more hours of waiting?” Jon asked, grinning wickedly at me. He grasped the silver zipper and pulled it up, the metallic sound echoing through the car loudly.
“Hours!” I cried, looking up at Patrick. “You don’t mean that.” They can’t, they aren’t that patient.
He smirked and pushed me into a sitting position, so I was no longer propped up of him. “It won’t kill you, kitten,” he soothed, stroking my hair condescendingly. “Have some patience.”
I huffed and straightened the bottom half of my dress, smoothing out the stretchy, bubble-gum pink fabric. I crossed my legs in front of me and sunk low in the seat, bouncing one foot while I crossed my arms. I was being punished for not coming back when they only had a few minutes alone, despite their dickishness I was still the one being punished.
“You’re like a tiny ball of perpetual anger,” Jon mused. “Where does it come from? I’ve met teenagers with less angst.”
They both laughed and I glared at Jon from my peripheral. “You guys are assholes,” I snapped.
Jon pulled me to his chest and kissed me on the cheek, loud, wet, and sloppy. I squealed in horror and struggled to break away from his embrace, he kept going, moving down my throat and making me start to giggle despite myself. Patrick was still laughing beside me as he watched me frantically try to getaway.
“You’re so gross!” I cried, pushing at Jon’s chest.
“You like it,” he taunted.
He finally stopped but kept me on his lap, where I was more than happy to be. I was a bit less annoyed for the rest of the ride, I couldn’t stay mad at them. Really I couldn’t stay mad at anyone lately, I’d been so up and down. Judging from the way they had been so affectionate I had to assume they were noticing my weird moods.
Patrick pulled my feet up onto his lap and the two of them took out their phones as I rested against them, watching while they emailed and texted. My eyes became heavy as the shadows pass over them, rain pounding against the windows and thunder rolled above us. I had just closed my eyes when my phone went off.
6:57 PM Allie
Sorry, I just got your text. How ‘bout dinner tomorrow with Vicki, I was thinking we could go out?
6:58 PM Me
Sounds good, meet you at your place?
6:58 PM Allie
Sure!
I smiled at my phone, at least I knew she wasn’t in a mood since she had texted me back finally. Another long vibration caught my attention and I glanced down, my heart catching in my throat.
6:58 PM Allie
Oh! Mari’s coming too, is that cool with you?
No. No, it was not cool with me, but I wasn’t going to tell her that.
6:59PM Me
Totally cool.
I hit the do not disturb button and tucked my phone away while chewing on the corner of my bottom lip. Had Vicki told her about our run-in? Maybe that was why she hadn’t texted me until now, trying to find a way to broach the subject, but even that didn’t make sense – Allie wasn’t exactly the shy type. And she had been friends with Maritza long before I had ever met her.
Allie introduced us when she brought me with them to the south of France after graduation. We had gone to Saint-Tropez for three weeks, on a private jet. My stomach churned as I realized we had gone on the company jet, in which I had banged my bosses recently, and this time last year I had sat with Maritza, two of her friends, and Allie, all talking about the possibility of hot French guys. This is why having rich friends sucks, they all know each other and it turns into an episode of Dynasty.
“Lydia,” Patrick said, nudging me.
I blinked and looked around the car, realizing we had come to a stop. “Sorry, daydreaming,” I answered sheepishly.
“Not that having you in my lap isn’t a delight, but you do have to get out of the car at some point,” Jon said with a smirk.
I made a point of grinding my ass on his cock slowly before getting out. Patrick caught my hand and helped me out into the parking garage. Jon came out a moment after me and grabbed a duffle bag from the trunk.
“Do I need to be the one to point out how creepy it is that we’re alone in a dark parking garage with a suspicious duffle bag?” I asked casually, eyeing the gray bag in question.
Jon rolled his eyes. “You have been in far more compromising positions,” he said dryly.
“And you’ll be in many more tonight,” Patrick offered with a grin.
I laughed and the three of us took the private elevator up to the penthouse. Patrick’s apartment was always beautiful, but it felt infinitely warmer and friendlier with the two of them. You could still feel the weird emptiness of a ten-bedroom apartment, but it was easier to ignore right now while we all sat in the kitchen around the island, eating the ossobuco the staff had left in the oven for us.
“So,” I said, toying with my fork. “How long do I need to pretend that I hadn’t noticed all the weird stuff at the office?”
They glanced at each other quickly then back to their plates. “What weird stuff?” Jon asked finally.
“Don’t play dumb with me. There was one closed-door meeting I wasn’t allowed to be in before we started screwing around, and it was because I hadn’t gotten the privacy clearance yet. Now you’ve had three alone this week.”
There was a long, heavy silence that followed and my stomach twisted as I realized there was something more going on than I had originally thought.
Patrick cleared his voice before speaking, “You and I will talk about it later. In private.”
That gave me pause, I wasn’t quite sure what to say. After a moment I nodded acquiescently. They tried to perk the mood up after dinner, but I struggled with it. After we all finished Jon went to call Maritza, Patrick disappeared, and I busied myself with the dishes. I didn’t need to, I knew one of the housekeepers would attend to it, but I needed something to keep me occupied.
I was rinsing one of the plates and staring across the massive kitchen blindly, the deep blues and stark white mixture was a perfect blend of classic and modern - like most of Patrick’s stuff. Distantly I could hear Jon laughing, I smiled to myself, pleased that they were getting along better. I hope Maritza forgives him. It was wishful thinking, I knew, to expect a child not to be bitter about the divorce of her parents, but I could still hope for the two of them.
“You look good in my kitchen,” Patrick remarked, coming around the corner now in his pyjamas. “You’d look even better in an apron and victory rolls.”
I scoffed and flicked soapy water at him, he smirked and grabbed the dishtowel. “What if I want you in an apron and victory rolls? Waiting for me with a martini, too.”
“I’m not sure my hair is long enough, but just try not to work too late – you know I like to have dinner on the table by six for you,” he replied easily while drying a glass.
I elbowed him gently and he wrapped his arms around my waist after I turned the taps off, wiping my wet hands down my thighs. “So,” I began, leaning back against his chest. “What’s with Jon spending the night?”
Patrick hummed and kissed my shoulder softly. “Maritza is staying at his place, and he wanted to see you this weekend.”
I twisted in his embrace, running my hands up his chest and unable to meet his gaze while I spoke, “I can’t even begin to explain how happy I am that you’ve been so good about this arrangement, but I also can’t pretend it isn’t a little weird. Especially after what happened at Plaisir and afterward.”
Patrick stroked my cheek and I finally allowed myself to look up at him; he was watching me intently through hooded eyes, his hair tousled and looking nothing at all like a well-to-do lawyer and more like a laidback musician. “It’s difficult at times, I’ll be honest,” he admitted. “And it makes me more than a little happy when you choose me over him, but Jon and I had something of a heart to heart.”
“How so?”
“It’s personal, and not something I really want to share the gritty details on, but we had a frank discussion where I had to admit to some fears and we had to agree to be open with each other.” He paused and glanced away briefly, taking a deep breath in the process. “I’m not going to ignore what’s going on between you two, and I’m trying to be understanding, but I need you to know this is new for me too. I love you, and I want this to work, I just need you to have some patience with me.”
I kissed him then, soft and chaste, my hands on either side of his face while I stood on my tiptoes. “I’m so sorry,” I choked out, my throat tight and voice thick. “I wasn’t trying to push you into this, and I never wanted to break my promise because I only wanted you. I don’t know when that changed, but I don’t love you any less.”
“I know,” he replied, bending down just enough to tighten his embrace and pull me up against him. “There’s nobody else that I want, and I’ll probably always be a little jealous, but I can live with it for now.”
For now. He might not want this forever, it hurt to hear, but I understood his position. My heart was over the moon, I didn’t think it would ever slow down. I teared up faintly and Patrick laughed and kissed my forehead before setting me down, I sniffed and swiped at the rogue tears as I started to laugh too, relief washing over me in a wave of comforting warmth.
“Don’t cry, Dia,” he murmured, leaning down for a deeper kiss. “I’m not going anywhere.”
I didn’t say anything, just looped my arms around his neck and held him to me as his tongue swept my mouth. I moaned softly and arched my back, pressing my straining tits harder to his chest.
“You know,” I said after a moment, pulling away just enough to meet his eyes. “He’s probably going to be a while longer.”
Patrick grinned widely. “Have I told you how much I like knowing he’s getting my sloppy-seconds because you wanted me first?”
I smacked his arm immediately in a kneejerk reaction. “Don’t be gross!” I chided. “I don’t like my nether regions being thought of like a pair of jeans…”
“A pair of jeans?”
“Better the first time, then too loose.”
He snorted. “Have I complained before?”
“No…”
“Right. Neither of us has. Now let me enjoy the caveman need to fuck and come inside you first.”
I rolled my eyes and without warning, Patrick bent low and caught my legs in the crook of his elbow, bridal carrying me through the kitchen. I started laughing and tucked my head against his shoulder, listening to him whisper filthy things about how he would fuck me, spank me, tie me helpless to the bed and gag me. All the while I was lost in the combined bliss of what he would do to me, and the knowledge that he accepted my relationship with Jon.