Collusion

Chapter 1-3

Jay was sitting at the kitchen table in his underwear having a cup of coffee when I returned home. He looked like hell. His blond hair was crazed, his brown eyes were bloodshot, and the tee shirt he was wearing was on inside out.

“I feel like someone ran me over with a truck,” he said.

“You look like someone ran you over with a truck.”

“Did you go for a run?”

“No.” I leaned against the kitchen counter and looked at him. “Do you miss being with a woman?”

He laughed a little. “That’s an odd question.”

“It’s not odd. You were married to a woman for two years. I just wonder if you miss being with one.”

“Sexually?”

“Sexually, socially, whatever.”

“Sure,” he said with a shrug. “I miss it sometimes. Why do you ask?”

“Something you said last night made me curious.”

“Jesus, what did I say?”

“You don’t remember?”

“I don’t even remember getting home last night.”

I stared at Jay for a moment, wondering if he was bullshitting me about his memory loss.

“When we got home, you wanted to have s*x, so we did.”

“Okay. And?”

“And right before you came, you called out Olivia’s name.”

“Christ,” he mumbled.

“What the f**k was that about, Jay?”

A brief look of panic covered his face before he shook it off. “Baby, it didn’t mean anything.”

“Well, it must have meant something or you wouldn’t have said it.”

“I was drunk!”

“And that made you call out her name while you were in bed with me?”

Jay struggled for a response. “I—you saw how shitfaced I was last night. I could barely walk to the cab.”

“I thought you said you don’t remember getting home.”

“I don’t. The last thing I remember was getting into a cab. Baby, whatever I said last night was just me talking out of my drunken ass. That’s all.”

I went to Jay. He looked surprised as I sat on his lap, straddling him, and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“You want to f**k her, don’t you?” I asked.

He exhaled and wrapped his arms around my waist, rubbing my back. “I want us both to f**k her,” he said. “Together.”

I wish I could say the idea of a threesome with Olivia disgusted me, but it didn’t. Actually, it turned me on…a lot.

“She’d never go for it,” I told him.

“Have you even asked her?”

“No, but I know what she’ll say.”

“Olivia may be open to more things than you think.”

“She’s not a w***e, Jay.”

“I didn’t say she was. But she’s not a choir girl either. I mean, she climbed into bed with you knowing you sleep with men, didn’t she?”

Yes, Olivia and I had slept together, and Jay loved to throw this fact in my face at any opportunity. It started with a drunken night after she found about her husband’s infidelity and continued for a while after that during a time when we both were feeling lonely and vulnerable. I was on a bit of an emotional roller-coaster with my on-again/off-again relationship with Jay (that was more off than on since he was still married at the time), and Olivia’s five-year marriage was headed for divorce. I’d never been with a woman before her and found the experience both strange and exciting. But, in spite of my occasional dips into the p***y pool, I still preferred the company of men and had no desire to be in a relationship with a woman. I adored Olivia and she’d been a godsend to me at a time in my life when I desperately needed someone, but I didn’t want to be her lover. I did, however, want to continue being her friend.

“So, because Olivia slept with me that means she’s ready for a threesome?” I asked.

“Maybe. I think it’s worth a shot to ask her. If you propose it, she may honestly consider it.”

“I doubt that. I don’t have the amount of influence over her that you seem to think I do.”

“The hell you don’t.” Jay slid his hands down to my ass. “She loves you, you know. She wants to marry you and have caramel-colored babies with you.”

I chuckled. In addition to throwing my s****l history with Olivia in my face from time to time, Jay also liked to bring up the fact that she was black whenever he could.

“And what about what I want?” I asked.

“What do you want?”

“This,” I said before kissing him.