Chapter 3
Turned out he was right.Johnny was Captain America to Ben’s Iron Man—tall and lithe,well-toned,handsome.Twinkling babyblue eyes that seemed almost depthless at times and careless blond hair that wouldn’t have looked out of place on a surfer.God,and his smile!If Ben’s was devilish then Johnny’s was the other side of the coin,innocent and angelic,complete witha dimple in his left cheek that she wanted to poke with her fingertip every time she saw it.A grin like that guaranteed him a free ride through life.
In the six months since they started dating,Marianne was already dangerously close to falling head over heels in love with Johnny.And,if she were being completely honest,with Ben,too.Because with one came the other.She learned early on the difference between going“on a date,”which meant just the two of them,and“going out,”which meant Ben would tag along.Funnily enough,she never felt like a third wheel when it was the three of them—Johnny still treated her the same way he did when Ben wasn’t around,but he didn’t limit his flirting with only her.And Ben flirted with both Marianne and Johnny.Evenings with both men made her feel sexy and special and loved,and many times she hated having to say goodbye to Benat the door.
Did that make her a wanton woman,wanting to invite him in afterthe evening ended?Not instead of Johnny,but with him.Who said what the three of them had together couldn’t carry over into the bedroom?
But she wasn’t the type to suggest such a thing,and Ben had told her often enough that he liked guys.He was a natural flirt,and she tried not to take his attentions seriously.Manyevenings when they were out,he would flirt with everyone,no exceptions—Johnny and herself,of course,but also the guy taking tickets at the movie theater,the waitress serving them dinner,the kid playing an overturned paint can like a bongo drum on the street corner…everyone.Ben was just that type of guy.And if he were straight,Marianne knew she would choose him over Johnny in a second.
But Johnny,God.That smile,those eyes,that hair!And his taut ass,his flat stomach,his thick cock.Just thinking of him between her thighs made her pussy ache.If only there were away to have both men at once.Don’t be greedy,girl,she warnedherself as she made the turn onto her darkened street.You’re lucky you have the one.Let Ben find the right guy and all of youcan be happy.
Still,what would it be like to have both of them all to herself?The thought warmed her up from the inside out.
As she neared the end of her cul-de-sac,she saw two cars parkedside-by-side in her driveway and slowed to a stop in front of her mailbox.The pickup truck was Johnny’s,but the other car she didn’t recognize.Then she noticed the small sticker on the rear bumper that indicated it was a rental from Ben’s company—of course.The man didn’t have a car of his own;he didn’t need one.He had a fleet of new cars to choose from,and she never saw him in the same vehicle twice.This was a dark sedan with tinted windows and Vermont license plates.Yes,definitely a rental.The car Marianne had driven during the week had Maine plates,and was now parked in the deck at her office,where Ben or Johnny would pick it up Monday morning.
It figured Ben would be over visiting Johnny,despite the late hour.Marianne had told her boyfriend when they last spoke thatshe’d be home but she didn’t know when.He had asked if she wanted him to make dinner for her,but she said no.They didn’tlive together,at least not officially,but he spent more time at her house than he did his own,and he’d admitted that,whileshe was away,he’d slept over even though she wasn’t home.She didn’t mind—it meant the house wasn’t empty and,though she lived in a safe neighborhood,she liked the idea of coming home to him at the end of the long week.Plus he had told her he liked the way the bed sheets still smelled like her.“It makes me feel like you’re with me even though you’re not,”he’d said.
She’d melted a little at that.He could be so sweet.
While she would have liked to have parked in her own driveway,she would settle for leaving her car on the street for the moment,but she’d make Johnny move it after Ben left.She hoped he wouldn’t hang around too long.As she climbed out of the car,she felt the weariness in her legs and knew she would sleep well later.After Johnny showed her just how much he’d missed her,of course.
Walking around the front of her car,she stopped to check the mailbox—nothing inside but a handful of ads,which she shoved back in and left for later—then retrieved her suitcase from the back seat of the car.It was a small fabric case,stuffed to bulging,and a little heavy,actually,but she didn’t want to leave it outside because her makeup was in it and if she forgot to ask Johnny to bring it in when he moved her car,then her eyeliner or lipstick might melt before she remembered to retrieve it later.Not for the first time since leaving the house earlier in the week,she thought she should invest in a good,sturdy suitcase with wheels,but she managed to manhandleit up the walkway to the front porch without too much trouble.She thought of hollering for Johnny to come help,but it was late and she didn’t want to make too much noise.She could callhim on her cell?Ask him to open the door?He would…
Or I can surprise him.He obviously doesn’t know I’m here.
True.The porch light was on,but the door was shut,the lights off in the foyer,so he wasn’t in the front room waiting for her.Which meant he and Ben were most likely in the rec room downstairs,playing video games or watching TV,or hell,passedout on the sectional down there.Suddenly she wondered what theguys were up to without her around.What did they talk about by themselves?Her?