Harley's Choice (5 page)

“So who do I make this out to?”

I wrapped my arms around my stomach. “Kitten
would be fine.” There was silence and I looked up into two set of
wide surprised eyes. “Just there, on the first page would be
fine.”

“Harley?” I looked into Carson’s eyes and
smiled and nodded. “My god Harley!” he pulled me into a crushing
hug and just laughed.

“Breath,” I squeaked out. He laughed again
and I was set down for just a second when another set of arms
grabbed me and pulled me into a differently shaped chest.
“Kitten!”

Then Carson spoke, “don’t cry kitten.”

“I-I’m not.” I felt Kyle’s arms tighten
around me and I let loose. The tears wouldn’t stop for nothing. “Oh
I have missed you guys so much I thought about you every day for
ten years.”

“Oh, kitten we missed you too!” Carson
pulled me to him and lifted me up. “Still so slight, yet so
strong.”

Kyle kissed my cheek. “Kitten you have no
idea how we missed you.”

“I wasn’t sure you guys would make it.”

“We made a promise Hars; of course we were
going to be here.” I looked to Carson as he spoke. Then it all came
flooding back. All the gossip I’d heard regarding him.

“Oh sweet mother of Wolf’s bane you left a
year ago, no that’s not right you dropped off the face of the earth
a year ago.” I looked to Kyle. “And they say you’re a recluse.”

“We have a lot to talk about Hars, let’s go
back to the hotel and get a pizza and talk.”

Carson mentioning pizza set my stomach to
rumbling; they both laughed and started walking back to the hotel.
“Um, Kyle you can put me down.”

“Are you kidding you have a twisted
ankle”

“Yes, I know, but I’ll be fine, really.” I
wiggled and tried to get down and was rewarded with a smack on my
butt. “Hey!” But my body didn’t feel the same indignation that my
voice held.

Carson laughed and his fingers tickled the
back of my knee and then Kyle grunted when I kicked him just above
the groin.

“Don’t do that again Carson, she about
destroyed the boys,” Kyle said without much laughter. He gently set
me on my feet and hunched over. I rubbed his back while he breathed
through the pain.

“See I told you…” I looked at Carson who
threw his head back and laughed and then I heard Kyle starting to
giggle. The three of us laughed all the way back to the hotel. We
stopped when we walked in and walked very fast through the lobby
and into an elevator. Then the doors closed and the three of us
were in the confined space of the elevator, something switched.

Something that didn’t have a name.

Yet.

The doors open on the fifth floor and I
walked to my door and heard chuckling. I looked behind me at them
“What?”

“That’s me.” Carson pointed to room 529

“And that’s me.” Kyle pointed to room
525

And I tried not to find the Freudian meaning
behind it – too late.

“Come on in.” They followed me into the room
and I shut and locked the door. “Be right there, why don’t you guys
go ahead and order the food,” and I walked into the bathroom.

As soon as I shut the door I cracked it
silently, hey I’m not ashamed - I’m nosy by trait. “Shit Kyle…”

“You don’t have to tell me. I was
there.”

“God I thought she was cute in school, I was
waiting and wanting, she was so young I couldn’t do anything, but
now…” Carson sounded like he was choking on his words.

“I understand. I still remember the day we
pulled her off Ryan Roberts; she was solidly in my heart that day.
I never laughed so hard; she was so slight and little and was
clawing at him like a little tiger. It was a sight for sure.”

They both chuckled at that memory. I
remembered a different situation:
There I was a sixty pound ten
year old sixth grader and they zeroed on me like a missile and got
me backed into a corner with Rebecca hanging off Donny’s arm. He
gave the command and Ryan started in with horrid insults and kept
looming over me like the giant he was. Insult after insult after
insult I wished for my knights to come and save me. Then I
remembered they had counselor meetings and wouldn’t be out for
another few minutes. I was huddled down in the corner when he poked
me and I lost it. I snapped. My vision blurred and a red haze
filled any remaining sight. I sprung. I don’t remember what
happened after that, the next thing I remembered was being held
between two bodies being soothed and whispered to.

“I think I’ve loved her since the first day
of sixth grade when she had a look of murder in her eyes in the
fifth period.” Carson’s voice seemed distant.

“So what do we do? We’ve shared women in the
past. Do you think she’d be open to that?”

“No the bigger question would be could she
accept us?” I wanted to run out yelling yes, yes I would accept
them however they wanted, together, individually but I knew I had
to find out who they were now. I heard Kyle ordering pizza and set
about doing what I came in here to do.

“Hey Hars we’re going to step into our rooms
and we’ll be right back.”

“Ok.” I heard the door. I stepped out into
my bedroom and took a deep breath. I couldn’t imagine for a moment
that my knights would turn into such large alpha males. I was
turned on and scared all at once. I found myself standing at the
connecting door to room 529. I unlocked my side of the connecting
doors and raised my hand then lowered it and turned around then
turned one more time and knocked lightly and was surprised that the
door was answered so quickly. “Hi.” I said breathlessly to the
sight before me.

Carson stood there shirtless and with the
button undone on his jeans. He was defined with an edge. “Hey
Harley, step on in.” His body was exactly what I thought it would
be, but then I’ve seen everything in the movies, well they showed
his butt, but he had other bits that I was intrigued to see. His
chest was round and it looked as if the top half of his chest and
shoulders sat atop of the washboard abs and his obliques wrapped
enticingly around his sides and slipped so enticingly into his
jeans that I really wanted to follow them. His shoulders were cut
so wonderfully that it brought thoughts of cartoon characters when
they stick round items in their shirt to look burly, but his
weren’t under his shirt they were under his skin and right now I
wanted to join them.

“So tell me a bit about what you do now.
Who’ve you become in the last ten years, and more importantly what
classes are you taking tomorrow?” He turned around and an odd sort
of feeling came over me. I felt numb from the eye balls down and
thought the top of my head would pop off.

Breathe
I reminded myself.

I took a deep breath and felt immediately
better. There was so much movement under his skin that it reminded
me of a conga line. One movement caused a ripple effect down his
back – the cords of his muscles all strapping his back and all
meeting in the center had a waterfall effect down his back. I would
give my brand new car to see this man Salsa dance.

I watched him walk into the bathroom. I sat
and put my head between my knees. I’ve seen his back and chest in
the movies, hell I’ve seen his ass in the movies, but nothing
prepares one for real life. I wanted to go into the bathroom with
him and throw him in the shower and lick the water off his stomach
as it rippled down.

I heard the lock disengage at his door and
tensed till I heard Kyle yell in “Hey Carson, I’m ready.” Kyle
walked in wearing a t-shirt and pajama bottoms. Damn I’d have to
wait, but I then common sense told me I wouldn’t be able to handle
both of them tonight. “Oh, hey kitten, decided to open the portal
huh?” I nodded it was all I was capable of at the moment. Speech
was beyond me. I was still regaining composure when Carson walked
back out wearing his pajamas and a tank top.

“I’m sorry Hars I didn’t hear you; did you
say what you do now?”

I laughed, god I now wished I had thought
more about a back ground story. I went with a vague truth. “I work
as an office manager in my father’s company.”

“Oh yeah that’s great.”

“Yeah it pays the bills.” I realized I could
speak somewhat normally when they’re dressed. Maybe I should have
them walk around without clothes so I can become immune to it.
Maybe that would never happen. I can do this. I’ve bled men his
size in the corner of a crowded room. I’ve manipulated my way into
beds of men like him before. I’ve seen his type of skin.

These were all lies.

I may have done those things, but I wasn’t
invested in them like I was these two. Though it had been ten years
since last we spoke it was really like time never changed, at least
for them. They haven’t had multiple personalities installed into
their brains. What was it about these two that curled my toes and
dampened my panties? I’m sure they get this response from all the
girls.

That thought iced me down.

All the other girls. Carson was a Hollywood
star and Kyle writes best sellers I’m sure they get panties in the
mail. I watched Carson sit on the bed and wait out whatever he was
waiting out. Then I realized he was looking at me. “I’m sorry
what?”

“I asked if the pizza has come yet.”

“Oh, no nothing yet.” Ok so I needed to
level the playing field. They have bodies plus and I was standing
in my jeans and tee. “So I didn’t realize we were having a pajama
party. I’ll go change.”

‘
I can do this, I can do this, I can do
this.
’ I chanted to myself as I fell into my training and, well
I wouldn’t call it muscle memory, but it’s something like that. My
body swayed and my hips rolled; I bent to get my pajamas out of my
bag and smiled when I heard two male groans behind me. I smiled; I
can
do this. I twisted with my ass still pointed at them and
innocently asked. “Did you say something?”

“Nope!”

“Nu-uh”

“Oh, ok.” I stood up and sashayed to the
bathroom. “Be right out.” I shut the door hard and once again
cracked it silently. I heard…nothing. Giggling to myself I changed
into my pajamas. Second Freudian slip of the night, the pajamas I
packed were my favorite pair and they looked like my favorites.
They were worn and faded, but the worse part…the horribly ironic
part were the pants had Kyle’s character Harrison Scarlet’s PI
Store sign all over it and the shirt was one that Kari had gotten
me, mainly as a joke…I wasn’t sure how Carson was going to take it
though.

As I thought about it I decided to do what
any red blooded, brave girl to do. I turned the entire outfit
inside out. I turned and looked at myself in the mirror and besides
looking like a braless, cold dork I realized from the laughing and
the issue with the man in alleyway, I looked a mess.

I washed off my face and brushed my hair and
put in a loose braid over my shoulder. I looked in the mirror again
well at least one boob is covered. “Hey kitten the pizza’s
here.”

“Say no more I’m on my way out.” I opened
the door and stepped into room and they both turned and looked at
me, I gave a sheepish grin. “These were the only jammies I
packed.”

“Um, kitten you do know the shirt is inside
out? In fact so are your pants?” The question was implied

“Yeah, no biggie, gimme food.” I grabbed a
piece of pizza and bit into heaven. “Oh, moonseed this is so good.”
I moaned and finished that piece and grabbed another. I was about
done with that piece when I finally looked to my dinner companions.
“You guys going to eat?” I picked another slice out of the box.

After I had finished that piece I was
thirsty. “Anyone got a soda?”

“Yeah, came with the pizza.” I saw Carson
point to the desk and there sat two, two liters.

“Mind if I crack one?” Two shaking heads
answered my question so I got up and got the soda cracked the top
and lifted it to my lips. I drank a third of it in one sitting then
the carbonation caused a bubble that came back up and I belched
wiped my mouth and turned to face to slack jawed men. “Oops,
sorry.” I was rewarded with applause. “Thank you?”

“That was amazing!” Carson shouted.

“I was just eating guys. I told you I lost
my food in the alley.”

“You didn’t used to eat like that.”

“Yeah, but I found out that being constantly
tormented and always slightly pissed will not feed the appetite.
But being forced to work out six days a week and fast the seventh
will cause one to get very hungry.”

“Forced?”

“Fasting?”

“Ok so maybe not forced …but it certainly
felt like it. Those personal trainers can be hell.” I laughed but I
don’t think they bought it. “So tell me how you guys went from high
school to…well this.” I waved my hand up and down at them and sat
on my bed and watched them look at each other, do some sort of
silent communication thing and images flooded my mind. These two
obviously spend a lot of time together. I wonder if they do a lot
of things together. The images just kept firing away. I was getting
hot and very wet. I squeezed my thighs together in what I hoped was
nonchalant like.

Kyle stretched out across the head of the
bed and Carson stood to clear off the bed. I wondered for a moment
if there was any way we could put the bed to good use, I scolded
myself. I wasn’t that desperate that I needed both at once. Of
course now that I had thought that it was a whole new ball game. I
watched as Carson walked back and lay across the bottom of the bed
and as I got closer to the bed I was suddenly their rag doll.
Carson grabbed my feet and placed them on his stomach and put his
arms behind his head at the same time Kyle pulled me down against
his stomach just like we did when we were kids, but then it was
innocent, now, now there was still that thing floating around that
I couldn’t put a name to. “We joined the Marines.” Kyle’s statement
had me refocusing my attention from my sex dried body to them.