Neighbors With Benefits: Chapter 33

I had never had somebody watch me have sex before.

It was… exhilarating.

Knowing Bash was watching heightened everything that was happening to me. Aiden’s cock slamming into me from behind. His palm smacking my ass hard enough to sting. The fingers lacing into my hair and squeezing, not painfully, but with enough force to let me know I was his.

I came hard. So did Aiden. And distantly, with the help of the internet and the speakers on Aiden’s phone, we heard Bash come at the same time.

“Did you like that?” Aiden asked me after we had said goodnight to Bash and ended the call. We were cuddling in bed, the lights still on and both of our bodies too hot to slip under the sheets.

“Were my moans not obvious enough? I loved that.”

“I’m sorry it wasn’t a real threesome,” Aiden said.

“Honestly, it was probably a better way to start,” I admitted. “A virtual threesome. Dipping my toes into the idea without actually having a real one. I think I’m ready, now.”

Aiden sighed. “Too bad you have to wait. Might be a while before we’re both home at the same time.”

“Yeah.” I rolled my eyes up to meet his. “Unless we jump on a plane and fly to Iowa?”

“I just got home,” Aiden said. “Let me enjoy a few days here before I have to go out of town again.”

“You’re no fun.”

“You really are adorable when you’re pouting,” he said, caressing my arm.

“I am?”

“Sure. I’ve told you that before.”

“You have?” I asked.

Aiden started to argue, then chuckled. “I told you that on Tuesday night. We told you that you were too drunk to have a threesome. When you pouted, I said you look really cute when you’re pouting. And then you said, and I quote, I agree, so you should fuck me.”

I groaned. “I really don’t like hearing about all the dumb things I did and said when I was drunk.”

“I promise only to bring it up nine or ten more times,” Aiden replied cheerfully.

I fell asleep feeling really good about the decisions I had made. Especially since the guys had agreed to everything.

They would share me.

We would keep it casual, focusing more on friendship.

If-slash-when it ended, we wouldn’t make it weird.

I couldn’t wait to see Cat’s reaction when I told her.

*

Now that everything was out in the open, Aiden and I didn’t need to hide behind the excuse of game night. We hooked up again on Friday, and then spent all day Saturday together—first playing Pickleball together at the court, then staying in for dinner and a movie.

We didn’t watch very much of the movie.

And then, on Sunday, our quick sexual marathon came to a temporary end. I met him in the driveway to say goodbye, wondering how much was the right amount of affection.

“I’ll be back in three weeks,” he said, hugging me. “Keep this asshole from selling all my stuff.”

He pointed his thumb at Dante, who was leaning against the car door with his arms crossed. “I can’t promise anything. A hundred bucks is a hundred bucks.”

“I’m going to pretend you’re joking.” Aiden shook his head and turned back to me.

I wanted to hug him again, to throw myself into his arms and give him a very long kiss goodbye. But Dante was right there. I could feel his eyes on us. Bored and impatient.

Aiden patted me on the arm. “See you then, neighbor. We’re keeping it casual, right?”

“Totally casual,” I agreed.

He got into the car. Dante stared at me a few seconds longer before snorting, opening the door, and sliding behind the wheel.

I thought about that stare the rest of the day. Was he judgmental about our entire situation? He was originally supposed to be part of it, based on the accidental text Aiden sent, so it’s not like Dante had any room to judge.

Why wasn’t he interested in me? Not that I wanted a third guy thrown into the mix—I had enough on my hands with two—but it weirded me out that he was being so superficial. He claimed he didn’t like blondes? Yeah right. What a stupid excuse.

It was silly for me to feel the sting of rejection when I had Aiden and Bash to focus my attention on. But still. I was only human.

Their absence allowed me to put my head down and concentrate on work. The busy season was only a month away, when the outdoor weather became chilly enough to push golfers to play at Top Golf instead of an actual course, and I had a lot of preparations to make. We had to expand the number of golfing bays we supported, which means expanding our workforce. I could give extra shifts to many of our existing employees, but I needed to hire additional workers too.

I texted with the guys as much as I could, sharing sexy texts and scandalous photos. Bash was very busy, but he texted back whenever he could.

Bash: I wish I were home so we could have game night tonight.

Me: Fantasizing about Candyland? Or something else?

Bash: Hmmm. Something else.

Me: Like what?

Bash: Candyland is a kids game. I’m thinking about something more adult.

Me: Like Monopoly?

Bash: No…

Me: Boggle?

Bash: I’ve never played Boggle.

Me: Fantasizing about becoming a professional Scrabble player, so you can compete with me and Aiden?

Bash: Not even a little bit. I’ll stay in my lane.

Me: Well then what adult game could you possibly be thinking about?

Bash: It’s kind of like twister.

Bash: Except we’re all naked.

Bash: And there’s no board, so we’re playing it in bed.

Me: That sounds like a game where everyone wins!

Bash: YES EXACTLY. I’m glad you understand.

Me: Now I’m going to be horny for the rest of work.

Bash: Sorry. But also… not sorry?

Me: Boo. First you ditch me right before a big house project, and now you tease me? SEXUALLY? That’s not very neighborly of you.

Bash: Oh fuck. I forgot all about the greenhouse project.

Me: We bought all the supplies, too! The new glass panes and metal frames are sitting in my back yard.

Bash: I promise that will be the first thing I do when I get home.

Me: How about the SECOND thing you do?

Bash: Why? What’s the first?

Bash: Oh.

Bash: Yeah, definitely the second thing.

Teasing each other was fun… but I didn’t like that he was going to be gone at least a week. And it might even get extended to two weeks. Between his trip and Aiden’s, I felt like a girl who had gotten a new bike for Christmas but was told she couldn’t play with it until summer.

I slept in on Saturday, savoring one of my days off. As a manager at Top Golf, I would occasionally need to work weekends. Especially if things broke, or someone called in sick, or anything else went wrong. But so far, I’d been lucky and hadn’t had any weekend emergencies.

But this morning, an hour before my alarm went off, I was woken by a noise outside. Normally I would ignore it, but it sounded like it was coming from my back yard.

I jumped out of bed. The noise sounded again, and it was definitely in my back yard. And since it couldn’t be Bash or Aiden…

I tip-toed through the house, stopping in the kitchen to grab a knife. Not that I had any experience in self-defense, but at least it gave me the illusion of control. The noise outside continued, growing louder as I reached my back door. I slowly took hold of the cord that controlled the blinds, then yanked it down.

I had a sprawling view of my entire yard, from the fence bordering one neighbor’s yard to the one I shared with Aiden and Bash. A man was facing away from me, bent over, collecting a pile of metal framing in his arms.

Thief!

With more courage than sense, I threw open the door and gestured with my knife, shouting, “Stop right there or I’ll call the cops!”

The man froze, letting go of the framework. He stood up, then slowly turned around to face me.

I groaned. “Dante?”