Threes Company (4 page)

"We're heading home," Adam said. It was then I noticed he was dressed. "We didn't want you to wake up and think we'd just left."

I rolled over to see Simon was getting dressed.

"It's a quarter to six in the morning," Simon told me as he buttoned up his shirt. "We'd better head out before the whole hotel wakes up."

Adam playfully slapped my ass. "And I gotta go to church."

"Church?" I repeated, my voice still thick from sleep. I scrubbed my hands over my face. "What day is it?"

"It's Monday," Simon chuckled. "Adam's church is open every day."

Adam's grin widened then he looked at me. "Go back to sleep. We'll see you later."

"Mmm," I hummed, still half-asleep.

Adam chuckled and I couldn't help but smile back

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at him. He leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Can't wait for tonight."

Simon shook his head apologetically before he

pulled Adam off the bed. "Come on. Leave him be. He's on vacation." Then he looked at me and said, "I'll see you at breakfast."

They left and I lay there, stretched out in the rumpled king-sized bed by myself. It smelled of us. What we did last night. Twice. How we fucked the first time, over the side of the bed, me buried in Adam, Simon buried in me. Then how the three of us lay on the bed kissing and touching until we'd formed a triangle, giving and getting blow jobs.

It was amazing. It was better than amazing.

I tried not to think about the dynamics or what it meant. I just decided to go with the flow. I mean, why not?

It was just for ten days. So for the next ten days, I would fuck and be fucked as much as my body could stand, then go back to Alabama, my failing business, and what was left of my miserable life.

If ten days was all I got, I was going to make the most of it.

I rolled over and pulled the pillow under my head.

The more I thought of Adam and Simon, the more I smiled.

They were so different, yet so compatible. It was hard not

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to like Adam from the moment I met him. He had a charm to him, a magnetism. Simon, on the other hand, was more reserved. At first, he seemed snobbish and cold, but then he'd smile at me and warm me all the way through.

Simon seemed to be the one who reined in Adam's enthusiasm. He was the responsible one, the one who took care of Adam and it seemed that Adam needed it, even liked it.

But Adam was the one who breathed life into them, who kept Simon on his toes. Like Adam was a teenager and Simon was the adult, despite both being in their early twenties, the same as me.

They were the perfect balance.

I knew it had been Adam's idea to include me.

They'd all but said so. So even if Simon included me at Adam's insistence, I didn't mind. Even if Simon tolerated me only because his boyfriend wanted to play threesomes for ten days, I'd take it.

He didn't seem to mind being balls-deep in my ass last night. Or when I took his dick in my mouth and swallowed everything he gave me. He didn't mind at all.

I smiled at the realization they'd slept in my bed.

We fell asleep with Adam in the middle, all touching, all sated. And they'd stayed, only to wake me when they were leaving so I didn't think they'd just fucked me and left me.

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As the room filled with sunlight, I got up, showered, dressed, and went in search of coffee. The morning staff was professional and friendly. In fact, the morning kitchen staff was friendlier than the evening shift. The head chef was an arrogant ass. It was easy to tell from only three days here his attitude toward his food and toward his staff.

The morning display of fresh fruit, croissants, and coffee was perfect. There were other couples already seated, all bright-eyed and in love. The men looked adoringly at each other across the tables, and being the only single guy there, I took my tray to the far table overlooking the beach.

Sipping my coffee, I pulled out my phone and

dialed the only person back home who was talking to me.

Despite it being just after seven in the morning, my best friend answered on the third ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Callie."

"Hey, you," she replied. It was so good to hear her voice, even after only a few days. "How's Florida?"

"It's um… it's great," I answered, still grinning.

"How's the restaurant?"

"Restaurant's okay," she said dismissively.

"Elaborate on 'great'. You sound awfully cheery."

I guess compared to the miserable state I was in

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when I left, I must have sounded a lot happier. I sipped my coffee and sighed.

"It's been wonderful," I told her, not really sure just how much I should divulge. Callie had always known I was gay, and that Rod and I were secretly seeing each other, but I'd never discussed details, not about what we did anyway.

"You're not down there all by your lonesome, are you?"

My mind went straight to Adam and Simon. "No, I'm not alone…"

Callie gasped. "Did you meet someone?"

It wasn't like I could explain that I'd met two someones, but still, I couldn't help but grin. "Something like that."

Then she squealed. "When you get home, I want details. You hear me, Wil Curtis?"

I laughed her off, but changed the subject. "Now about the restaurant… How's it going?"

She answered me vaguely, not really answering at all.

"Callie, please," I stopped her midsentence. "Just answer me honestly. Have people been coming back?"

"Well, yes…"

"Well, yes, what?"

She sighed. "Wil, can we talk about it when you get

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back? You're on vacation."

I knew what she wasn't telling me. I knew her too well. "Callie, will I even have a business to come back to?"

And her too-long silence was my answer.

I ran my hand through my hair and sighed, resigned.

"Jesus Christ, Cal."

"I know," she said softly. "It'll be all right, Wil.

Everything will work out, you'll see."

I huffed out a laugh. "Since when did you become so philosophical?"

Callie laughed with me and told me to enjoy the rest of my vacation, and she'd call me in a day or two. She never mentioned Rod, if she'd seen him or spoken to him, and I didn't ask. I just didn't want to know.

When I hung up, Simon sat down beside me,

dressed in his work uniform and holding coffee.

"Everything okay back home?"

I gave a loud sigh. "Not really. But I don't have to worry about it for ten days, right?"

Simon gave a small nod then sipped his coffee. He looked out toward the waveless ocean and he nodded pointedly toward one swimmer in particular. "He looks good out there."

I'd never really paid much attention to the

swimmers before. There were always people swimming

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along the shoreline, but I looked out at the water, then back to Simon. The way he kept watching one particular person made me take another look. "Is that Adam?"

Simon smiled and nodded. "Swims every morning."

"I thought he said he was going to church?"

Simon chuckled quietly. "The ocean is his church.

He swims and snorkels—non-stop if you let him. He finds his peace there."

I looked from Simon to Adam, a few hundred yards away. He was now walking out of the water, and when I turned back to look at Simon, he was watching Adam too.

There was nothing but love in his blue eyes and a small smile on his lips as he watched Adam walk toward us.

It made me smile.

I wanted to ask him questions, like how long had they been together? How did they meet? Had there been other single guys who they made a part of their threesome?

How many had there been? And why me?

Sure, I was here by myself. Maybe I was a little naïve and an easy target. But why
me
? Why not pick some other guy? Why not pick a couple and make it four?

But when Simon raised his eyebrows at me,

questioning my staring at him, I couldn't do it. I don't know why. He'd have answered me honestly, but maybe I'd feel more comfortable asking Adam. So instead I asked,

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"Where do you live? I mean, it must be close by…" I trailed off, almost regretting my choice of question.

Simon gave a pointed glance to the second floor of the hotel. "Up there. Manager's residence."

"You're the manager of this place?" I asked, surprised.

Simon smiled. "Yep. For almost three years."

"Wow." I couldn't hide my surprise. "It's a big responsibility."

He nodded. "The owners don't come by much, so I'm the day-to-day manager. I make all decisions, run staff, and manage the hotel itself. They just have their names and bank accounts behind it."

"Still," I conceded, "it's a great place. You do a great job."

Simon nodded slowly. "Thanks. But you're the same as me. You run your own business."

I turned my phone over in my hands and threw it on the table. "Well, maybe not for too much longer…"

"Is it that bad?" he asked quietly.

I sighed. "I won't know for sure til I go home, but apparently being gay is bad for business."

Simon's jaw clenched and he shook his head. "What will you do?"

It's not like I could admit to not having a clue.

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Being a chef is all I knew. My business is all I knew. I worked long and hard for everything it stood for, and now it hung by a thread. I shrugged, unsure of how to answer.

"Guess I'll find out in nine days."

Simon nodded and sipped his coffee. "Mmm, nine days," he said, almost to himself. "We'd better make each one of them worth your while."

I let out a nervous laugh. "I was thinking that very thing."

"What were you just thinking?" Adam's voice startled me. I'd been watching Simon and hadn't seen Adam come up the stone steps toward us. He was decked out in wetsuit shorts, and was rubbing a towel through his floppy wet hair.

Simon smiled warmly at his boyfriend. "We were just saying we need to make the most of the next nine days."

Oh, my God. They were going to talk about this openly. In all my time with Rod, we'd never discussed anything we did.

Adam gave us both a pointed stare. "You damn well better not be planning anything that doesn't include me."

I barked out a laugh, and Simon chuckled as he stood up. "Wouldn't dream of it." He gave me a warm smile and walked off toward the kitchen.

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I looked at Adam, to find him looking at me and smiling. Always smiling. "So what's your plan for the day?" he asked.

"Not sure. Might head into town again, have a look around," I told him. "Do the tourist thing."

Adam nodded. "It's a shame we have to work. We could go with you, show you the sights. Actually, I'm off work for the two days after today. I can show you around then if you like."

I smiled at him. "That'd be great."

"Just be sure you're free tonight, okay? I'm sure Simon has something in mind for us to do." He raised his eyebrows suggestively and hummed. "Anyway, I better go get changed and get ready for work." He started to leave, but then stopped. "Oh, and we finish around eight or nine tonight, but anytime you want to sit at the bar and keep me company…" He didn't wait for me to answer. It was an implied request.

I bit my bottom lip, knowing damn well I would.

I watched him leave, saying "Hi" to a few other guests as he walked through the hotel. I collected my phone off the table and walked back to my room. It wasn't even eight in the morning and I was already wishing the day was over. I just wanted it to be eight at night, and I wanted to be in my bed with two men. And I really, really wanted to

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know what Simon had in mind for us to do.

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I did some sightseeing, though I was somewhat

distracted. The scenery was postcard-perfect: blue skies, even bluer water, and sun-bleached sand. It couldn't have been any prettier. But my mind kept wandering to Adam and Simon.

I liked them.

I liked being with them. I liked their energy.

And it wasn't as though I liked one over the other, because I liked them
together
. I liked them as a unit. Even though I got the impression Simon only tolerated me for Adam's sake, I couldn't see myself being with Adam without Simon.

I tried not to think of my restaurant and Callie's comments to me earlier on the phone. It was the longest I'd ever spent away from my business since I started it two years ago. I'd rarely even had a day off.

I loved my work. I loved my business, having

watched it grow from the beginning. My hard work and long hours paid off. I honed my skills, learned what I could, and it showed. My restaurant was popular, always busy. It was my life.

Until just over a week ago.

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And now, apparently, it was all but over.

I had no idea what I'd be going home to. No idea what I'd do when I got there. And the very worst of it was, I didn't know if I was even welcome. I knew damn well whatever Rod and I had had was done, and I assumed my friendship with the likes of John and Danny was too.