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I Told You So Ch. 01

By: foolish_hobgoblin



"Joe really likes you, you know."

I opened an eye and looked at Ben but could only see his hair, his face still nestled in the crook of my neck.

"Okay," I said decisively. "You, Mr. Grant, win the prize for least romantic post-coital talk," I told him, wondering what had made him bring up his best friend and roommate now.

His chuckle tickled my skin. "Well, I am original," he remarked, raising his head and resting it against mine. "It's true, though."

"I like him, too," I said absently. "He's a sweetheart." I stroked Ben's back, not really thinking about Joe.

Ben and I had met several months earlier but had only been dating for about six weeks. We had fallen hard and fast, and hadn't spent a day or night apart in the past month. He was allergic to my roommate's cat so we spent most of our time at his place, leading me to spend a fair amount of time with Joe as well. Their parents had been friends since college and they'd been inseparable since birth, closer than any two people I'd ever known.

"I don't mean like that," Ben was saying. "I mean, he's attracted to you. He likes you," he emphasized.

I met his gaze, shocked. "What?"

He smirked. "As in, if he had met you first, he'd be the one doing naughty things to you while I hovered outside the door listening."

"Shut up," I said with a laugh. "He is not."

He nuzzled my ear. "I have half a mind to open that door right now to prove it, but I don't want to embarrass either of you. He is out there, though. Or was."

"God. Boys," I said in exasperation. I shivered as he continued teasing my earlobe. "Besides, who says I would have gone out with him if I had met him first?"

Ben laughed against my neck softly. "Oh, you would have. You find him attractive, too." He ran his tongue down my neck to my collarbone, making me arch my back.

"Sure, he's cute. But that doesn't mean I would've ended up in bed with him."

The small part of my mind that wasn't focused on what he was doing with his mouth registered that this was an odd conversation and I wondered why I kept responding.

"No, you're attracted to him, too. And you definitely would have ended up in bed with him," Ben repeated.

His hand found my breast and he gave it a quick squeeze before rolling onto his back, pulling me to his side and stroking my hip.

I rested a hand on his chest and propped myself up slightly. "Why are we having this conversation?"

He gave a small shrug. "It occurred to me earlier and I meant to tell you when you got here but then you distracted me, as usual." He dropped a kiss on my forehead. "Besides, it doesn't bother me. You can admit you're attracted to him and I won't get upset. I'm the one you're with."

I was silent, thinking about this strange turn of events. Did I find Joe attractive? Empirically, I knew he was very good-looking - physically about as opposite from Ben as a person could be except for the fact that they were both tall and in great shape. Ben had a leaner build, like a swimmer or soccer player. Thick, dark hair, stunning greenish-hazel eyes, a light olive complexion, not to mention the muscular arms and legs, and wonderful hands. Joe was a few inches shorter - though still over six feet tall - naturally pale but with a light tan from time spent outdoors, light brown hair and blue eyes, and a stockier build like a football player, very broad shoulders and thick arms. 

Was I physically attracted to him? Sexually? Maybe I would have been, if I hadn't met Ben and fallen for him. Maybe. But I'm not the type of person to look around; when I'm committed to someone, I'm wholly committed. And since Ben and I were in the very early stages of being together, I was still swept up in the bliss of being with him. My mind and heart didn't have space for anyone else, even for random speculation.

Fortunately, Ben didn't seem to expect to continue the conversation because he suddenly pushed me back and hovered over me, kissing me deeply.

"Are you hungry?" he asked. "Or should we eat dinner?"

He grinned wickedly and I chuckled.

-

I expected that to be the last conversation of its kind so I wasn't prepared for it to come up again a few weeks later. In retrospect, if he had planned it, I don't think Ben could have picked a better time to mention it. He had been teasing me with his lips and hands for what felt like hours, not letting me actually come, before finally entering me. We were thrusting away at each other when Ben suddenly tensed and stopped moving. His eyes went wide with shock momentarily before he laughed.

"I can hear him outside right now," he told me, chuckling.

"What?" I said loudly. "Why did you stop?" I demanded, writhing against him.

He was still laughing. "Joe's outside listening."

"So what?" I said fiercely, grabbing his behind.

He began moving again, but now he was slow and controlled.

"You don't mind?" he asked teasingly.

I groaned, partly out of frustration. "Fuck me, Ben, don't stop," I gasped.

He leaned down to nibble my neck. "You really don't care, do you?" he murmured in my ear.

By now he knew I was pretty adventurous; in truth, there was little I would say no to regarding sex, including outdoors or where people might see us. So of course I didn't care. He also knew that I was so turned on at this point that even if I didn't have a naughty side, I wouldn't have cared.

"In fact, you like it," he went on, his voice falsely innocent. "You like the idea of Joe out there, pressed against the door, listening to you scream and beg. He's probably so hard right now, Chelsea...so hard from listening to your sweet voice crying out for it..."

I could hear the satisfied grin in his voice even though I couldn't see his mouth, which was now biting my earlobe. Somewhere my frustration turned into anger and I decided to fight back.

"Maybe I do," I hissed, rocking against him. "It seems like you like it, too."

He drew back to look at me and I saw his eyes were slightly surprised. I knew mine looked heated and triumphant.

"You do," I said, pretending to be shocked. "You like the idea of your friend out there, jealous of what you have and what he wants...don't you?"

I shoved onto him, hard, as I spoke the last words. He growled and slammed into me.

"You love it," I whispered, my surprise no longer manufactured. "You love him listening. I bet you'd even like him to watch." 

I grunted in surprise as he slammed into me harder. 

"What would you do if I called him to come in right now? Huh?"

I grinned as he growled again and tangled my fingers in his hair, bringing his mouth to mine for a ferocious kiss. He groaned into my mouth and bit my lip.

"You're not wrong," he whispered, resting his forehead against mine. He continued pummeling into me, our eyes locked. "But I don't love it as much as you do." 

His breaths were hard and fast and it was difficult for him to keep speaking, but he did.

"It's making you even more turned on. I can feel how excited you are by it. To know he's out there. To think about him coming in here. Watching you. Seeing your legs wrapped around me...your beautiful tits bouncing away like this..." 

He grabbed one of my nipples and pinched hard, causing me to cry out. 

"Mm," he murmured. "I thought so. Maybe I will invite him in," he said, panting.

"And not just into the room," he said, suddenly slowing.

I was on the verge of release, my body already tense and poised at the edge. Startled at the abrupt change in his pace, I couldn't comprehend his meaning at the time.

"Maybe I'll invite him in to you," he added, withdrawing to the tip and then plunging back into me with greater force than before.

I arched my back and screamed.

"Yes, yes, yes, oh, God, Ben!"

My fingernails were digging into his back, my legs wrapped tightly around his ass, and my inner walls clenching around him as I came.

"Oh, God," I moaned, dragging out the words, barely even noticing as Ben climaxed.

Much later I came back to awareness, Ben still draped on top of me where he had fallen after his orgasm. I stroked his back lightly, trying to stay as close as possible. I felt his chest vibrate with laughter.

"You really did love it," he teased, kissing my cheek.

"Shut up," I said with a chuckle. "You did, too, weirdo."

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about," he said matter-of-factly.

He rolled onto his back and brought me with him, our legs tangling together.

"I'm not embarrassed, it was just dirty talk," I said, running my hands over his chest.

"Was it?" he asked seriously.

I looked at him, startled. My stomach dropped, everything we'd said in the moment rushing back to me.

"Of course it was. You weren't serious about any of that, were you?" I asked, drawing away from him slightly.

He regarded me for a long moment before pulling me back into his arms.

"Yes and no," he said finally.

"What?" I hissed.

I sat up and crossed my legs, pulling the sheet around me. He reached up to brush my hair away from my face, looking at me tenderly.

"I just mean it wouldn't bother me if you were serious about it."

I was speechless, not to mention hurt.

"So...what? You'd be okay with him watching us have sex? With me fucking your best friend?" I spat out.

Ben sat up and faced me, his legs circling mine. He put his arms around me.

"I don't know," he admitted. "But it wouldn't bother me if you wanted to."

"What?" I repeated.

"I love both of you," he said simply, stroking my arms. "I know Joe has a crush on you."

My head shot up.

"Maybe a crush is the wrong word," he went on, hesitating. "I don't know how to explain it. I really do think he wishes he met you first. He really wants you. And not just to have sex with you. He might be half in love with you at this point."

I shook my head. "This is crazy," I said weakly.

I suddenly felt a pinching behind my eyes and knew I was very close to crying. I pressed my lips together and squeezed my eyes shut.

"It's not crazy to fall in love with you," Ben whispered, nudging my head to rest on his shoulder. "You're amazing, Chelsea."

I pulled away. "How can you even think of - of me with another man? Another man even just watching?"

I felt my eyes fill with tears but I couldn't look away from him.

"If you love me like you say you do, why wouldn't that bother you? It should make you crazy with jealousy!"

Ben actually looked a little sad. "If it were anyone else it would. Just tonight at dinner when our waiter couldn't keep his eyes off you I had to stop myself from kicking him in his teeth. But Joe..." He shrugged. "Joe's like another part of me. I can't blame him for feeling that way about you."

I sighed. "Fine. That's one thing. But the idea of him...and me...How could you want to share me?" I looked at him accusingly.

"Chels, I promise you," Ben said seriously, taking my hands. "This does not mean for one second that I don't love you. I do. I love you. I want to spend my life with you," he added softly, running a hand through my hair.

My mouth went dry, my tears suddenly disappearing. This was the first time he'd said anything of that sort.

"I'm not saying it's something that should happen or has to happen," he continued. "I just - like I said, I love you both." He shrugged again, as if that was explanation enough.

I watched him silently, my mind not able to focus on anything but him wanting to spend his life with me. Finally his other words filtered in and I looked at him speculatively.

"Have you guys done this before?" I asked, trying not to sound spiteful and failing. "Shared a woman? Be honest, you can tell me."

Ben looked surprised and hurt. "No," he said firmly.

I nodded. A new thought popped into my head and I blurted it out without thinking.

"Have you and Joe - ever...with each other?"

I was unsettled when Ben looked away, staring at the bed for a moment. I forced myself to remain still and quiet. He met my eyes.

"We...experimented when we were kids. That's it," he said plainly, looking at me directly, openly.

I nodded again, my mind racing. That confession wasn't bothersome; my friends and I had certainly experimented when we were young. But the rest of it - having Joe watch, Joe being in love with me...I couldn't wrap my mind around it. Did I want it? I had to admit the dirty talk had been a huge turn on, but did I really want to go through with it? 

Since Ben had brought the subject up a few weeks ago, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't been looking at Joe a little differently. Noticing him more, noticing him watching me, wondering fleetingly what he looked like naked or what he was like in bed. But as my thoughts came back to the really important declaration Ben had made tonight, I decided to push everything else out of my mind as nonsense.

"You want to spend your life with me?" I asked in a small voice, looking at him through my lashes.

He smiled his gorgeous smile that lit up his entire face and I felt my heart jump.

"Damn right I do," he said.

I grinned and leaned in to kiss him. His hand came up to the back of my head, twisting in my hair as our tongues met, and I impulsively pushed him to his back on the bed. He dragged the sheet away and gripped my waist, sliding me along his hardening length. We moaned simultaneously. I pressed my lips to his, exploring his mouth with my tongue.

"Mm, babe," he muttered, trying to focus on me. "You haven't said if that's what you want."

"Yes," I whispered against his lips. "I want to spend my life with you, too."

He grabbed me tighter, kissing me, and suddenly was inside me again. In the midst of my orgasm I vaguely registered a noise just outside the door.

-

The next morning I wandered into the kitchen to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. Joe was standing in front of the open fridge wearing nothing but boxers. It wasn't anything I hadn't seen before but this time I felt myself blushing slightly. Telling myself to snap out of it, I tried to pretend it was just another Saturday morning. Ben always slept in on the weekends while Joe and I were early risers. Often on weekend mornings we'd have breakfast and coffee, share the paper, and sometimes lounge and watch a movie before Ben finally dragged himself out of bed.

"Morning, Wagner," Joe said over his shoulder as he heard me at the coffee maker.

I smiled and shook my head, my usual reaction to him calling me by my last name. He always pronounced it like the composer's name and dragged out the first syllable: Vaaaahgner.

"Beckett," I replied, teasing him with his own surname. "Expecting to find something good in there?" I asked, watching him stare into the fridge. "Or just waiting for Godot?"

Joe burst out laughing and gave me an appreciative look. He grabbed the container of orange juice and closed the door.

"I wish," he said. "Why don't we have a personal chef to make us pancakes?"

I snickered. "I'll make pancakes if you want," I offered.

His face lit up. "Really?"

I laughed. "Sure, if you can wait until I've had coffee."

"Chels, you're the best," he said happily and I couldn't help laughing again.

"You boys are easy to please," I commented.

"I'm going to take that as a compliment," Joe said with a grin, sitting down next to me and sliding the arts section to me.

Things seemed so normal that I relaxed as I began flipping through the paper. I narrowly avoided choking on my coffee when Joe spoke again.

"So did you guys have fun last night?"

I swallowed. "Uh, yeah." I looked at him sideways but his eyes were on the paper. "That new restaurant was really good."

He met my eyes for a moment, nodding slowly. For some reason I couldn't tear my eyes away.

"What did you do last night?" I finally managed to get out.

"Happy hour with some work people, then I came home and crashed," he said, turning back to the paper.

"Was Lily there?" I asked, referring to a co-worker of his that Ben and I had been encouraging him to ask out.

"For a little while."

I didn't respond and he looked up to see me watching him speculatively.

"No, I haven't asked her out," he said with a sigh.

"I didn't say anything," I said innocently, turning back to my reading.

"Hmpf," he scoffed.

I couldn't help giggling but didn't say anything as I started the pancakes. After we ate I was starting a second batch to take to Ben when Joe came up next to me to put his dishes in the sink.

"Those were awesome, Chelsea," he said. He threw an arm around my shoulders after he'd washed his plate and gave me a squeeze. "You're a prize."

The warmth of his body penetrated through my thin t-shirt and spread through me, making me light-headed. His arm lingered, but I couldn't seem to move away. I snuck a glance up at him to see him watching me with a warm smile.

"Thanks," I said weakly.

He squeezed my shoulder again before drawing his hand away, letting it run down my back before he stepped away. I nearly burned the pancakes.

I Told You So Ch. 02



"I have to go out of town next week," Ben told me almost a month later.

I had just gotten there from work and had been rummaging around in one of his dresser drawers that I kept my clothes in so I could change, but stopped and looked up.

"Why?" I asked.

"Chris was supposed to go to this conference but his grandmother died and he asked for time off for her funeral, so now they're sending me." Ben sighed. "Can you get off work and come with?"

I snorted a laugh. "Doubtful. You know the hoops they make us go through to take vacation time. There's no way, not at the last minute like this."

"Shit. It's for four or five days," he said in frustration. "I'll miss you," he added quietly.

"I'll miss you, too," I said, sitting next to him and giving him a hug.

It was strange to think about not seeing him for almost a week after being inseparable for nearly three months.

"Amy's going to be pissed that I'm suddenly around so much," I said a few minutes later with a laugh.

I knew my roommate enjoyed the benefit of having our apartment mostly to herself since Ben and I had started going out.

"You can stay here while I'm gone," Ben suggested. 

I gave him an uncertain look. 

"Actually," he went on, "I'd rather you did."

"Why?"

"Well, for one thing, I like the idea of you being here even if I'm not," he told me with a sweet smile.

"Really?" I asked teasingly, my head on his shoulder.

"Yeah. If I can't be here with you, I like thinking about you in my bed, wearing my t-shirts..." He stroked my hair. "Also I'd like it if you and Joe hung out without me."

I pulled away slightly. "What?"

"I'd like you to become friends on your own, without me around."

I watched him for a long moment. "Friends?" I repeated pointedly.

He shrugged, not moving his eyes from mine. "He'd love to have you all to himself," he said with a sly grin.

I stood up and stalked across the room before turning to face him, my arms crossed.

"Are you still on that?" I hissed.

"Chels, I was teasing. Well, mostly. I know he would love it. But I would like you guys to hang out."

I wrinkled my brow, still confused by the whole thing.

"You know, you bring this up often enough that it makes me think you're not teasing about it at all. Like you really want something to happen between me and Joe."

"It's not that -"

"Then what?" I asked angrily. "I just don't get how this can be something you would even entertain. I mean, what if it did happen - how could it not change things between us? And worse - God, what if I fell for him? Or what if it destroyed everything and you guys couldn't remain friends and you and I broke up? Why would we risk what we have?"

I didn't feel like I was making sense but he seemed to understand. He looked stricken by my outburst. 

"Babe," he said in a weak voice, holding a hand out to me. "Please come here."

I hesitated but eventually walked over to take his hand. He reclined us onto our backs on the bed, his arms around me.

"I have been thinking about this a lot," he told me tenderly. "I don't know if I have the answers to your questions, though." His lips brushed against my temple gently. "I just - I don't know...this is how I see it: I love you, I love Joe, Joe loves me, Joe loves you, you love me, I know you would love him too...When I think about it logically, it doesn't seem like there's any reason for it not to work. Joe loves and respects me - and us - too much to - to overstep anything."

I remained silent, not having any idea what I'd say anyway.

"As far as you falling for him," Ben said, giving me soft kisses on my cheek. "I just can't see that happening - at least not to the point of it affecting us. You and I are meant to be together and as far as I'm concerned nothing's going to change that if we don't let it."

I rested my head on his arm so I could see his face.

"You realize what you're saying is just crazy, right? It's madness. I know there are swingers and polyamorous arrangements out there, but I don't believe that any of them don't eventually destroy a committed relationship. There's just no way. Humans are too - I don't know - genetically predisposed to jealousy and possessiveness."

"Joe and I aren't like that," he said firmly. "I can't explain it. We just share everything, like we're part of each other. There's never been any jealousy or those kinds of emotions with us, ever."

"But you've never shared a woman, and not a woman you love," I pointed out.

"True." Ben stroked my arm, looking at me seriously. "But if it became a problem, we would end it, and that's that. I'm not going to risk you or my friendship with him. Not for anything." He paused. "But if it could enhance things..."

Something pinged in my head and I realized what really bothered me about this whole idea.

"Why do you feel like things need to be enhanced between us?" I whispered in a tight voice. "I'm happy with the way things are. More than happy. Why aren't you?"

He clutched me to him tightly. "God, babe -" His voice broke. "I don't feel like anything is missing. At all," he emphasized. "You make me incredibly happy."

I made a doubting noise.

"It's true," he said quietly, stroking my back. "Maybe that's part of it - you make me so happy that it makes me want everyone to feel this way, especially Joe. When I see my best friend alone, without what we have, and know that he wants you..."

I didn't move, my head buried in his chest, inhaling his manly scent. Damn him but he was actually making some sort of sense. Maybe it was because I saw firsthand just how close the two of them were - they were like kindred spirits, totally connected. Not in a romantic way, just a deep friendship of not only a lifetime of shared history and memories but respect and compatibility and general enjoyment of each other. I could actually understand how Ben would want Joe to experience the kind of relationship we had, and if there was anything he could do to help Joe get it, he would. Obviously. I moved my head to Ben's shoulder.

"Okay. For argument's sake," I stressed. "How exactly would this even work? Are you talking threesomes? Or, like we each have scheduled date nights?"

I couldn't help smirking. The details of this notion were so ludicrous.

"It's not like I've written out contract guidelines or anything."

Ben was chuckling and I poked him in the belly with a grin.

"I'm really curious. It's like you think this won't be a problem - and again, this is purely speculative," I reminded him. "But you make it sound like it's all going to be kittens and rainbows and I don't know if you've really thought of the day-to-day nitty gritty of how weird this could get."

He exhaled slowly.

"Why don't you just let him take you out while I'm gone? Pretend you're single. Try to get an idea of what it would've been like if you'd met him and gone out with him first. I feel like things will make more sense if you can get a handle on your feelings for him."

"I don't need to get a handle on my feelings for him," I repeated with a little hostility.

"Babe," Ben said with a sigh. "Don't get angry." He put a finger under my chin and forced me to meet his eyes. "It's not a big deal to be attracted to him. It doesn't take anything away from what you and I have."

I watched him, frustrated with how well he knew me and how well he could articulate and rationalize this bizarre situation.

"When the hell did you get so Zen?" I asked, half-teasing and half-irritated.

He smirked. "I just trust both of you. One hundred percent."

He kissed me. I knew I was looking at him doubtfully. He stroked my lip with his finger.

"I know this should be totally outlandish...but it just doesn't feel strange to me. Not at all. I think I'm right that it could be nice for all of us. But I in no way want you to do anything you don't want to."

I waited a long while before speaking.

"What would you even say to him anyway?" I asked finally. "Hey, why don't you date my girlfriend while I'm out of town? And then if you guys enjoy yourselves we can all just keep that up when I come back?"

A hysterical kind of laughter erupted from my mouth at the thought of them having that conversation, at the thought of this entire idea. Ben joined me in laughter.

"Something like that," he said, grinning. "We should talk to him tonight."

"What?" I exclaimed, propping up on an elbow. "No way - you talk to him, this is your idea -" I stopped, realizing I had essentially agreed.

Ben's expression showed he realized the same thing. I pressed my lips together, my eyes wide. Did I want this? I felt a heat rush through me at the thought. It was lewd and improper, but also arousing. I'd had threesomes before, but never with two guys. My cheeks flushed as images flashed through my mind. Ben's eyes narrowed slightly as he watched me, reading my thoughts as easily as if they'd been written on my face. He rested a hand on my cheek.

"If this is what you want, Chelsea, we need to talk to him together." His look was serious. "There can't be any weirdness, we should all try to be as open with each other as possible."

I covered his hand with my own. "Ben, this is totally bizarre. You know that, right?"

I couldn't help giggling. The whole thing was ridiculous.

"Oh, totally," he agreed with a grin.

We walked out of his room chuckling and found Joe in the kitchen, staring in a cupboard.

"Let's make dinner," Ben suggested.

Joe looked up hopefully and we laughed again.

"Yes, for you, too," I told him.

I had some pasta sauce already prepared so I heated that up while Ben set some water to boil and Joe set the table. I could feel Ben trying to catch my eye and purposely avoided his gaze, a blush spreading over my cheeks. I found myself wishing we'd started drinking before attempting to talk about this. The next thing I knew Ben was taking three beers out of the fridge and handing one each to Joe and me. I took a long drink out of mine.

"Listen, man, I have to go to a conference for work on Monday morning," Ben told Joe. "I'll be gone all week."

Joe nodded. "Any place fun?" he asked distractedly.

"No," Ben said firmly, grinning. "But while I'm gone Chelsea will probably stay here, if that's okay with you."

Joe looked from Ben to me and back again, his face surprised. He turned to the table although he had finished setting it.

"Sure. I mean, of course it is," Joe said. 

"And I'd like you to take her out," Ben ventured, staring at the back of Joe's head.

I couldn't help turning to see his reaction, taking another large swig of beer.

Joe turned slowly. "Take her out?" he repeated.

Ben nodded casually, turning back to the stove.

"Yeah, dinner, a movie, a show, whatever." He glanced at Joe. "You know, show her a good time...I want you guys to get to know each other."

"Okay," Joe said uncertainly.

His eyes flicked over to me for a quick second before returning to Ben. He grinned playfully.

"But why do I have to pay for dinner or a movie to do that?"

I couldn't help snorting a laugh. I could see Ben was trying to hold back his amusement.

"Um, because she's worth it, you jackass?" he told Joe. "I want you to act like you're dating her."

"What?" Joe exclaimed, looking at Ben closely.

He seemed to be trying very hard not to look in my direction, which was perfectly fine with me. Ben leaned against the counter and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"I want you to take her out on dates while I'm gone," he said plainly, watching Joe steadily. "Bro, I don't want to embarrass you, but I know how you feel about her."

Joe's head came back in shock but he didn't speak.

"It's okay," Ben continued. "While I'm gone I - we," he added, looking at me, "we want to see what there is between you two."

"What?" Joe repeated in a low voice.

Ben seemed to smirk involuntarily. "I know, it's unusual."

Joe ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head. "Okay, I think you need to talk to me like I'm a five-year-old...because I'm not quite clear on what we're talking about here."

"Well, you know how you're in love with my girlfriend?" Ben teased. "I want you to act on that."

Joe flushed and looked at the floor. I shot Ben a sharp look and when I turned back to Joe I saw him looking at me. I swallowed and gave him what I hoped was a comforting, or at least normal, smile. He looked like he was about to deny his feelings but then a look of resignation washed over his face.

"You know that?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah," Ben said just as softly. "It doesn't bother me," he added.

There was a long silence as Ben tended to the boiling water and I busied myself with adding herbs to the sauce.

"Look," Ben said after draining the pasta. "I think there could be something between you guys. And I love you both and trust you both enough that it doesn't bother me if you - we - want to see if that could work."

"If -" Joe slumped into a chair. "If what could work?"

Ben took a deep breath. "If she could make you as happy as she makes me. If we could both make her happy. If the three of us could just - all...be happy."

Joe looked at him with a mixture of excitement, hope, and incredulity. He looked down and a moment later I could see him watching me from under his lashes. I realized I'd been holding my breath and exhaled.

"Yeah, it's bizarre," I said to the room.

Ben chuckled and Joe gave a half-smile, still looking stunned.

"But for some reason the way Ben explained it made sense to me. He really does want for you what we have..." I met Ben's eyes and he smiled at me warmly. "And if he's right...about how you might - feel about me..."

I looked at Joe sideways to see his head come up and knew he was watching me intently. I couldn't think of anything else to say so I just met his eyes as openly as I could.

"But - what - how -" Joe took a breath. "How would that even work?" he whispered in disbelief.

I couldn't help giggling. We were quickly veering into ludicrous territory again.

"We don't know," I said, looking at Ben.

Ben smothered a laugh. "That's why this trip is good timing, I think," he said decisively. "You guys should date next week, as if you had met Chelsea first and asked her out instead of me. See what you think of each other. If nothing else, you'll at least become closer friends, and that's important to me, because you're both important to me, and you're both going to be in my life forever."

I reached for his hand, touched by his words.

"All right," Joe said in a faint voice. He shook his head slightly. "This is more than bizarre," he added under his breath.

We all chuckled and simultaneously grabbed plates. We were serving ourselves when a thought occurred to me, but I waited until we were seated at the table before speaking.

"I do have one sort of rule," I said, twirling spaghetti around my fork. I could feel them looking at me but concentrated on my plate. "I just feel like that we should all be in agreement that my relationship with Ben is - well, I guess, the primary relationship here. I don't want anything to jeopardize it. I just want to make sure we're all on the same page about that." I forced myself to look up and was relieved to see them both nodding.

"Yeah, I think nothing should happen unless we're all - informed, I guess," Ben said slowly. He gave a small laugh. "Basically I'm telling you guys to keep your hands off each other while I'm gone."

Joe choked on his food and my fork clattered to my plate.

"Ben!" I chastised, feeling like my cheeks were on fire.

He laughed harder. "What? Come on, guys," he said. "If we're going to do this thing we're going to have to be open with each other. So why not just spell it out."

He took in our shocked and embarrassed faces, his eyes crinkling with the force of his amusement.

"You guys are cracking me up," he muttered.

"Christ, dude," Joe mumbled.

"I'm not apologizing," Ben said, still chuckling. "But seriously, I think while I'm gone, only first base, if you want."

I gasped and Joe lowered his head to his hands.

"Once I'm back and you guys have decided if you want to pursue things, we can figure out how to go from there. But in general, I agree with Chelsea - she and I are the ones in the relationship...we're not looking for a replacement for me." He studied Joe. "If you'd be okay with that, J. It might not be fair to you..."

I turned to Joe. I hadn't really considered this - I had been so focused on what it would mean for me and Ben that it didn't occur to me what it might be like for Joe as a third wheel. If he did care about me as much as Ben thought, it could make it more painful for him in the long run.

Joe's face was still hidden from us but soon he raised his head to look at us. His eyes flitted over to me before returning to the table. 

"It might not," he admitted. "But I'm willing to give it a shot."

He slid his eyes to me as he spoke and openly moved them down my body. The heat in my cheeks from my earlier mortification seemed to travel over every inch of skin, except I was pretty sure it wasn't embarrassment any longer. Ben snorted a laugh and we both turned to see him looking triumphant.

"I knew it," he said, half to himself with a chuckle.

I rolled my eyes and glanced at Joe before returning to my food.

"So fucking bizarre," I muttered to my plate and heard Joe give a sound of agreement.

We were silent for a long time as we ate, none of us even making eye contact. Finally Joe cleared his throat and Ben and I looked up.

"Chelsea," Joe said formally. "Would you like to have dinner with me on Monday night?"

The corners of his mouth twitched and I found myself also fighting a smile.

"That would be very nice," I replied in as dignified a tone I could manage.

The three of us chuckled at the same time. The tension seemed to dissipate and we somehow carried on a conversation for the rest of dinner. After dinner we put in a movie; Ben and I were next to each other on the couch and Joe on the recliner. On any other night Ben and I would have our arms around each other or be snuggled together under a blanket, but tonight he just put his arm around my shoulders lightly. The tension in the room was thick, but it wasn't necessarily awkwardness. 

If I'd been asked to bet on it, I was sure we were all distracted by thoughts of what could possibly happen between Joe and me. I know I couldn't keep my mind from wondering what it would be like to kiss him, to feel his body next to mine...wondering if Ben would be watching or participating...

My breath was coming faster and my fingers were itching to touch Ben. But I also felt like it would be somehow...indecent or inappropriate, given the conversation we'd just had with Joe, which was ridiculous considering the subject of that conversation. The whole thing was surreal.

Finally the movie ended and Ben immediately grabbed my hand to pull me off the couch. We called out a goodnight to Joe and closed the door behind us after entering Ben's bedroom. I dropped his hand and walked to the dresser, nervously brushing the tangles out of my hair, unable to look Ben in the eye. I heard music and realized he'd plugged his iPod into his stereo, turning up the volume as loud as he could without risking an angry knock from the neighboring apartments. I shot a questioning look in his direction as he walked up behind me.

He wrapped his arms around me, resting his chin on my head, our eyes meeting in the mirror.

"I want tonight to just be for you and me," he said softly. "I don't want Joe to be able to hear anything."

I felt my breath catch as he held my eyes. He was looking at me with a combination of lust and tenderness that sent shivers down my spine. I was frozen in place.

"I want you, Chelsea," he whispered, lowering his mouth to my neck without breaking eye contact in the mirror. "God, babe," he said in a small moan. "I want you so much."




I Told You So Ch. 02



His lips closed over my skin, sucking gently. At the same time he brought a hand to my breast and stroked the nipple through my shirt. The sparks flew throughout my body, ending in a heated rush between my legs. My head flew back to his chest instantly and I closed my eyes, inhaling sharply.

"Oh, thank God," he murmured at my response.

I turned in his arms with a breathy laugh and gave him an inquisitive look as my hands lifted his shirt up his body.

"I was worried that the whole conversation had been a huge turn off," he told me, stopping my hands and looking solemn.

I laced our fingers together. "I think it was the exact opposite of that," I said in a low voice.

Ben's eyes were glassy. He squeezed my hands.

"I know," he said.

He looked as stunned as I felt, and I tried - I really did - to keep the worry at bay. But I felt my teeth catch my lower lip and my eyes must have faltered because his expression changed to one of concern.

"Hey," he said softly, cupping my chin and looking deep into my eyes. "Nothing has to happen that you don't want to - nothing has to happen at all, in fact." He kissed me gently before pulling away with a wry smile. "And I don't think there's anything wrong with us that this is such a turn on."

He kissed me again and I responded, drawing his tongue into my mouth and sighing. When the kiss ended he brushed his lips against my eyelids.

"Honestly," he murmured, "even if there was something wrong with us being so turned on by it, I don't know if I really care."

His hands ran up and down my sides, stopping to grip my waist for a long moment before cupping my behind. He slowly pulled my shirt off. I giggled and kissed him again before removing his shirt.

"I kind of don't care either," I admitted, undoing his jeans.

I shoved him back onto the bed, removing his jeans and boxers completely. Running my hands up his legs, I stopped between his thighs and teased him with my hands, nibbling on his upper thighs until he moaned my name loudly in demand. Giving in, I ran my tongue along his length before taking him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip of his erection. I began bobbing my head shallowly at first, then taking him deeper and deeper with each stroke until he hit the back of my throat. I held him there, only moving my tongue slightly against him, until I could feel my gag reflex kick in and I slowly withdrew. He let out the breath he had been holding in a loud, pained exhale.

"Again," he croaked. "God, do that again."

Smothering a smile, I did, several times, until his hips were arching up to meet my lips. He tugged on my arms and pulled me up to him, flipping me on my back. Making quick work of the rest of my clothes, he teased me with his fingers before suddenly plunging two of them into me. My back arched and my hips came up off the bed as I cried out. Soon I was meeting the thrust of his hand and making a combination of growling and screaming sounds.

"Mm, babe," he moaned, bringing his mouth to the firm nub and gently flicking it with his tongue. "God, you feel amazing."

I gripped his hair tightly, grinding against him.

"Harder," I demanded in a groan.

He increased pressure with his tongue and added another finger inside me before slamming them into me repeatedly.

"Oh, God, Ben," I cried out. "Please don't stop!"

The tingling warmth began deep in my belly and soon spread out over my body until the tips of my ears felt like they were on fire. My legs tensed and my breath caught. Ben knew I was right on the edge and curled his fingers up to my g-spot and I exploded. My thighs clenched around him and I screamed.

"God damn," I said loudly, somehow completely satisfied but still wanting more.

Ben gave a smug laugh and started to rise over me. I was pulling on his arms to encourage him to move faster. He hooked my knees over his arms and entered me slowly, giving me a long kiss. We both groaned as our bodies met, him resting completely inside me for a long moment before withdrawing and plunging back in. I could tell he was trying to go slow, but I was moving toward him as much as I could manage, and soon he adjusted his arms so my legs were raised higher and he sped up. 

I grabbed my breasts, stroking myself lightly before gripping a nipple in each hand tightly. He sucked in his breath at the sight and our bodies began making a slapping sound as they met. I moved a hand down between us and pressed two fingers against him as he thrust into me, causing him to throw his head back. He was moving so quickly now that my hand was trapped between us, and I wiggled a finger to find my clitoris and teased it, knowing he could feel my hand moving. His eyes met mine and he growled, his eyes heated.

"Fuck, Chels," he breathed. "I'm going to come."

"Yes," I groaned, my eyes fluttering shut as I pressed my finger harder onto my button, wanting to join him.

There were no more words, just our loud breathing and his moans and my cries of pleasure as we met on the peak and eventually, slowly, came down together. He unhooked my legs and I quickly closed them around him, not wanting to feel him withdraw. Wrapping his arms around me, he buried his head in my chest and I hugged him tightly to me.

Much later, on the verge of sleep, I was nestled in the crook of his arm, my head on his shoulder and our hands clasped over his chest. He was stroking my hair and back. Our breathing was slow, our chests rising and falling in unison.

"I love you, Ben," I whispered.

He squeezed my hand. "I love you, Chels. So, so much," he added, his lips brushing my forehead. 



I Told You So Ch. 03



Thank you for all the kind comments! I've been writing forever but this is the first time I've shared my work with anyone other than friends, and I appreciate you reading and taking the time to reply. 

This story is pretty much written in entirety, so I'll update the following chapter as soon as the previous ones are posted. Not all of the chapters may have sex but hopefully they'll still be interesting as far as character/plot development. 

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I sat on Ben's bed, watching him pack for his trip with a mixture of sadness and nervousness and - let's be honest - excitement. He looked over at me at one point and saw me chewing on a fingernail and gave me a small smile of amusement and sympathy.

"Babe," he said pointedly.

I put my hand down. He knew I hated my habit of biting my nails and I was constantly trying to grow them out.

"Remember, nothing has to happen if you don't want it to," he said casually, concentrating on his suitcase.

At that moment I simultaneously loved and hated that he could almost always read my mind.

"I know," I said morosely. "I'm going to miss you," I added desperately.

"Me, too," he said, glancing at me affectionately.

After zipping up his suitcase, he took me into his arms.

"Can I call you while I'm gone?" he asked, stroking my back. "Or do you think it would be better to not talk while you and Joe -"

"No!" I interrupted him, squeezing him tightly. "You'd better call me," I said fiercely. "I don't want things to be different," I told him, pulling back to look at him anxiously. "At any other time - if this whole - weirdness - wasn't happening," I said with a grin, "you'd call me when you were out of town, right?"

He chuckled. "Yeah. Okay, I'll call you every night. But don't feel like you have to answer."

I made a frustrated sound but couldn't help laughing. "Fine."

He left very early the next morning. We were saying goodbye at the door when Joe appeared, sleepily rubbing his eyes.

"Have a good trip," he told Ben.

"Thanks," Ben said with a nod.

He looked at Joe for a long moment as if he were going to speak but apparently decided against it, just giving him a smile instead.

"I'll call you tonight," he told me, giving me a kiss and hug.

I watched him disappear down the hall, very aware of Joe standing just a few feet behind me. Taking a deep breath, I closed the door and turned. Joe and I watched each other for a few moments without speaking. Finally I gave myself a small shake.

"Want the shower first?" I asked, trying to sound normal. "I can make breakfast."

His eyes lit up. "Great," he said, his voice only wavering slightly.

When he came into the kitchen, I directed him to help himself to the food and hurried to get ready for work. We didn't cross paths again until I was filling my travel mug with coffee.

"What do you think about Red Onion for dinner?" he asked conversationally.

I concentrated on keeping my hand steady as I put the lid on my mug.

"Sounds great."

"Good. I'll pick you up at seven?"

I turned and gave him a quizzical look. He smiled shyly.

"Well, if it's a date, I should pick you up at your place, right?"

I smirked. "Okay." I couldn't help a nervous giggle.

Needless to say, I was distracted for the entire day, my emotions ranging from fear to excitement to nervousness and back. My stomach seemed to perpetually tilt first in one direction and then another as if I was on a roller coaster. Back at my apartment, I took a long bath, hoping it would relax me. Grateful that my roommate took a night class on Mondays so I had the place to myself, I changed outfits multiple times, finally choosing a denim skirt, tights, boots, and a lightweight sweater. I carefully styled my brown hair, the repeated motion of the brush soothing me a little. 

I decided to wear more makeup than I normally did, hoping it would help me feel prettier and therefore more confident. Besides, it was supposed to be a date, right? I told myself. I wondered if I also wanted to impress Joe. Did I? Probably. My stomach took another twisting dive and I felt like I could only manage short breaths.

Joe knocked on the door precisely at seven. I opened the door to find him in cords and a deep blue sweater. I knew our faces wore matching expressions of anxiety.

"Hi," I said nervously.

"Hi," he said with a small smile. "You look gorgeous."

One of his hands moved from behind his back and held out a small bouquet of daisies.

My mouth dropped open. "It's beautiful," I said, taking it in shock. "Thank you."

He gave a small shrug. I hovered there uncertainly for a moment.

"Um, I'll put this in water," I said. "Come in."

I found him standing near the door when I returned from the kitchen, his hands shoved in his pockets.

"You look very nice," I commented, grabbing a light jacket.

"Thanks." He looked surprised.

I walked over to him, my jacket over my arm, and picked up my purse. We stood smiling at each other idiotically for what felt like hours until I couldn't stand it any more.

"Should we do a shot before we go?" I asked, trying to suppress a nervous giggle.

He snorted a laugh. "At least two."

I burst out laughing and he joined in. He reached for my jacket and held it out for me. I slipped my arms into it and turned to him, grinning.

"Come on," he said, holding out his arm. "Let's try to act normally."

I tucked my hand into his elbow. "Emphasis on try," I muttered.

He stopped me with a hand on my arm after I'd locked the door behind us.

"Chelsea," he said seriously. "Are you sure about this? I mean -" He ran a hand through his hair. "I don't want you to do anything you don't want to. And I don't want things to be uncomfortable."

I fought the urge to bite my fingernail, pressing my lips together.

"I do want it," I said in a low voice, staring at his sweater so I didn't have to look directly at him. "It's -" I paused. "I think it's going to be difficult for me to compartmentalize my feelings for Ben," I admitted.

He nodded and I knew he understood. I took a deep breath.

"Look, if nothing else we'll have a good dinner," I joked and he grinned.

Red Onion was a Thai restaurant we all loved - it was located almost exactly between my apartment and theirs so we'd eaten there or gotten take out several times. I realized at that moment that he couldn't have picked a better place for us to have this strange dinner.

We were mostly silent as we walked to the restaurant, then each hid gratefully behind our menus once we were seated. Our drinks arrived quickly and after we started on them, we attempted conversation. I struggled to find something to talk about, given we already knew a fair amount about each other so the typical first date topics wouldn't be revealing anything new to either of us. Finally I let out a small sigh.

"What don't I know about you?" I asked. "I know about your childhood from Ben already, I guess -" I stopped suddenly, wondering if we should even mention Ben.

Joe looked at me fondly as if he understood my struggle.

"Well," he began thoughtfully. "Did you know my mom is from Ireland?"

"No!" I exclaimed. "How did I not know that? How old was she when she moved to the states?"

"She spent a year here when she was 16 - foreign exchange student. And loved it so much she only applied to colleges in the US." He took a sip of his beer. "And then in college met my dad and the rest is history." He grinned.

"Do you still have family there? I'm assuming you've been there."

"Yeah, we used to go every summer. My grandparents are gone now, but I still have aunts and uncles, cousins. Have you ever been?"

I shook my head. "I've never been anywhere in Europe. I've always wanted to. Ireland looks so beautiful - you know, from what I've seen in movies and on TV."

He looked almost dreamy. "It really is, the movies don't lie. It's just as gorgeous as you'd expect."

"Does she miss it?"

"I think she misses her family more than anything, I know it was really hard on her when my grandparents were getting sick - she wanted to be there more than she was able to. But I don't think she regrets moving here." He gave a small shrug. "You moved pretty far from home, you probably feel the same way."

"Yeah, but a whole different country..." I shrugged back with a smile. "Does she still have an accent?" I asked curiously.

"A little. It comes out strongest when she's really pissed," he replied with a laugh. "Okay, now you tell me something new. What did you want to be when you grew up - when you were, say, five years old?"

I giggled. "A trapeze artist."

"What?"

We both laughed.

"I know," I said. "And I'm terrified of heights now."

It became easier to talk to each other and before I knew it we were finished with dinner and just relaxing as we sat there. Ben had come up a few times, and while it seemed to stop the conversation when it happened, we managed to pick things up again rather quickly. I realized how much I was enjoying Joe's company. I'd always liked him, of course, and had always known he was a nice, friendly guy. But I was glad to get to know him better. He was funnier than he'd been previously, or maybe I just hadn't noticed before. He seemed to be relaxing as well because he became much more charming, openly complimenting me and flirting. He reached across the table to touch my hand lightly while we waited for our server to return with his credit card.

"I'm having a really good time," he said, giving me a sweet smile.

"So am I," I replied, smiling. "Thanks for dinner," I added.

Despite Ben's instructions for him to take me out, I had tried to get Joe to split the bill but he refused.

"My pleasure," he said, stroking the back of my hand with his thumb.

I watched his large hand covering mine, mesmerized by the warmth of his thumb against my skin. When I was able to tear my eyes away, I noticed he was watching our hands as well. I gave a barely audible gasp at the intimacy of the moment and he met my gaze. He moistened his lips and I blinked at the sight. I was too stunned by what was happening - and my reaction to it - to do anything but stare at him.

"Do you want to stop for a drink?" he asked quietly, his hand still on mine.

I swallowed and nodded. We stood with our hands still touching and he wrapped his hand around mine as we walked out of the restaurant. He held mine loosely, and I somehow knew he was giving me an opportunity to remove it without making things awkward. I quickly assessed my emotions and decided I didn't want him to let go. My stomach was no longer riding the roller coaster, but there was a small amount of twisting going on - I was still anxious about taking this step. For some unexplainable reason, though, it also felt...right.

We walked a few blocks to a bar and ran into a co-worker of Joe's who invited us to play pool. Joe introduced me as his roommate's girlfriend, which I thought would be awkward since we walked in holding hands, but if his co-worker noticed he didn't react. The night turned out to be hilarious and fun. I was terrible at pool but enjoyed myself nonetheless, and we joked and laughed and challenged each other to find new bits of information about ourselves to share.

Leaving the bar, we both turned instinctively toward Ben and Joe's apartment but after half a block Joe stopped suddenly.

"Uh, Chels," he said uncertainly.

"Yeah?"

"Are you coming back to my place tonight?" he asked in a low voice.

It hadn't occurred to me to do anything else, but now I realized if it was a first date, that's probably not what I would be doing. However, Ben wanted me to stay there, and I did, too. I shrugged.

"Of course," I said with a grin.

"Sweet," he said. He glanced at me. "This will be the shortest trip home after walking a girl to her door ever."

I laughed, then shivered involuntarily.

"Cold?" he asked, putting an arm around me. "I don't have a coat to offer you, I'm sorry."

"It's okay - shoot, I left my jacket at the restaurant," I remembered. "Dammit."

"Want to see if they're still open?"

I looked at my watch and shook my head. "I'm pretty sure they're closed already. Hopefully they'll hang on to it for me."

"I'll call when we get home and leave them a message," Joe told me, tightening his arm around me. "I can pick it up for you tomorrow."

"Thanks." I was touched.

It was something Ben would have done, so I shouldn't have been surprised that Joe offered, but I was surprised, and pleased.

We chatted about nothing on the way home, and automatically stopped in the kitchen for some water. Sitting around the table talking after a night out was something we often did when Ben was there, so while it felt natural, it also felt different. But not wrong, I realized. I set up the coffee maker and timer as I usually did before turning to see him watching me with an amused expression. He held out a hand and I took it without thinking. We walked slowly toward Ben's bedroom door, his thumb stroking my hand gently again.

I turned to him and smiled. "Thanks for a great night," I said shyly.

He smiled, staring into my eyes. He squeezed my hand before letting go.

"Thank you," he said. "I had a great time."

"Me, too." I couldn't seem to move my eyes from his.

"Chelsea," he said softly. "Can I kiss you goodnight?"

I bit my lip and hesitated for a moment before nodding. His hands wrapped around my elbows and he pulled me closer, gently, slowly. As if I were watching someone else, I saw my hands come up to rest on his chest. Feeling his taut, hard muscles for the first time surprised me and I found myself pressing my hands into his sweater more firmly. I felt his arms move to my back and he lowered his head, again moving so slowly it felt like it took hours before his lips were close to mine. Our eyes were still locked on each other. I could see his were alight with excitement and something else - not necessarily nervousness, but perhaps concern. Whatever it was told me that he was still afraid of pushing me into something I didn't want. So I closed the gap between us and pressed my lips against his.

I closed my eyes and felt my eyebrows twitch in surprise at how soft his lips were. So soft, and warm, and sweet. He kissed me tenderly, almost tentatively, but somehow still made his interest and desire apparent. It was a chaste kiss, but we remained pressed together for some time. He pulled back a little to brush his lips against mine a few times before pressing back more firmly. His hands moved very slowly from my lower back to the nape of my neck, also with the barest of pressure but still enough to make his feelings clear. I ran my hands up his chest until they were around his neck, tickling his hair with my fingers.

He ended the kiss and rested his forehead against mine, breathing hard. When I looked at him his eyes were still closed. A small sigh escaped me and he opened his eyes.

"Wow," he whispered.

I smiled, feeling myself blush. One of his hands touched my face and his thumb stroked the line of my jaw.

"I have been wanting to do that for months," he said shyly. 

I knew my blush deepened. 

"It was even more amazing than I thought," he added quietly.

I looked away, but couldn't stop my smile from widening. He straightened and ran his hands down my arms, taking both of my hands in his.

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," he said sincerely. "If that's the only time that ever happens, I'm okay with that."

I opened my mouth to speak, not knowing what to say, but he stopped me with a finger on my lips.

"Goodnight," he murmured, running his finger along my bottom lip before dropping my hands and taking a step back. "Thanks again for a great date."

"Thank you," I said, stunned by my response to his kiss and his words. "And thank you for seeing me to my door," I added formally, unable to resist a joke.

He chuckled. "Can I see you again tomorrow night?" he teased.

I grinned and nodded. "Goodnight, Joe." 

I walked into Ben's room, feeling him watch me until I closed the door behind me.

I threw myself on the bed, one arm flung over my face, the other hand resting on my lips as I remembered that kiss. My mind was a jumble - I felt happy and guilty and aroused and confused. I fumbled in my pocket for my phone to call Ben. He had texted me when he landed to let me know he got there safely, but he hadn't called yet. I wasn't surprised since he was two hours behind us and was probably just getting done with whatever business dinner he'd had to attend. But I needed to talk to him and didn't want to wait for him to call me.

"Babe," he said happily when he picked up. "Hi."

I smiled at the sound of his voice, and felt a pricking in my eyes.

"Hi," I said. "How's the conference? Are you schmoozing?"

"Oh, yeah. It's a thrill a minute," he said sarcastically. "How was your night?"

It was an innocent question but we both knew what he was really asking.

"Good," I said hesitantly. "Really fun, actually."

"Oh?" he asked teasingly. "Just how fun?"

I started to speak and ended up coughing for a second. When it stopped I heard him laughing.

"Chels?" he asked, amused.

"Yeah," I said weakly.

"Don't be embarrassed," he said, his voice serious. "Tell me what you guys did."

"We had dinner at Red Onion. Then we went to a bar and played pool, and then we came home. He walked me to your door," I added with a laugh.

"What a gentleman," Ben joked.

He didn't say anything else and I bit my lip before speaking.

"He - he asked if he could kiss me goodnight. And I said yes." I spoke the words in a rush, then squeezed my eyes shut.

My stomach dropped to my feet when Ben didn't say anything.

"Should I not have told you that?" I whispered.

"No, of course you should have," he assured me. I heard him chuckle. "I just didn't know how to respond for a minute. My first thought was to ask if you liked it and then realized how weird that would sound."

I couldn't help giggling. "This whole thing is weird. Like I told you," I said pointedly with a grin.

"Ah, the I told you so," Ben teased. "Awesome." He laughed. "So, did you like it?"

I paused.

"You can tell me, babe. I won't get upset."

"I -" I stopped, suddenly feeling panicked.

"Sweetheart." His voice was a combination of concern and amusement. "You don't have to say it. I can tell you did, otherwise you wouldn't be having a hard time finding the words."

"Damn you," I muttered, making him laugh harder.

"You like him, right?" he asked amiably.

"Yeah," I whispered.

He snorted a laugh. "I told you so."

I laughed despite myself. "You really are one of a kind, you know that?" I said affectionately.

"So are you," he said in a low voice that made me shiver. "I miss you already."

"I miss you, too," I said.

"Oh, yeah?" he asked huskily. "How much?"

"A lot," I whispered.

"Tell me where you are," he said softly.

"I'm lying on your bed," I murmured.

I ran a hand down my chest to my rest on my stomach. 

"What are you wearing?"

I sucked in a breath. Ben's voice was commanding and passionate at the same time.

"A skirt and sweater...and boots," I added, knowing how much he loved seeing my legs in boots.

He let out a low groan that sounded almost pained and I smiled. 

"Lift up your skirt," he ordered.

"Okay," I said, bunching my skirt up around my hips.

"Are you wearing stockings?"

"Yes."

"Shove them down those sexy legs for me."

I whimpered in anticipation as I did so.

"Now slip your hand inside your panties, babe," Ben said.

I moaned quietly as I touched myself.

"Are you wet?"

"Yes," I gasped.

"Mm," Ben murmured appreciatively. "You'd better check and be really sure for me."

I shuddered and ran a finger along my slit.




I Told You So Ch. 03



"I'm very wet," I breathed. 

"Tell me how you taste."

I brought my finger to my mouth and made a loud slurping noise for his benefit.

"Mm, it tastes sweet and a little tangy..."

"Do it again," Ben demanded. "Taste yourself again."

I did and groaned loudly.

"Good girl," Ben said. "Do you want to touch yourself? Do you want to make yourself come?" 

"Yes!" I said. 

"Do you want me to help?" he teased.

"Ben," I panted. "Please help me come."

"Okay, but you have to do exactly what I say," he warned.

"Ben. Please." 

"Say it."

"I'll do exactly what you say," I whined. "Please."

"Put your phone on video chat and put it on the nightstand. Then I want you to take off your panties and slide a finger inside that sweet pussy."

I quickly switched my phone over to the video function and set it on the charging dock on the nightstand, scooting back on the bed so he could see me. I stared into his glittering green eyes on the screen when I dipped a finger inside me.

"Beautiful," he murmured. "Tell me what it feels like."

"Oh, God," I gasped. "It feels tight and wet...so wet..."

"I want you to fuck yourself with your finger, slowly...in...and out...in...out," he continued.

I timed my movements with his words, my eyes rolling back as my digit explored my depth.

"Slip your other hand under your sweater and touch your breasts."

I fumbled under my sweater and bra and grabbed my breast, giving a small cry when my fingers met my nipple.

"Slow, babe. Circle your breast with your hand, don't touch your nipples yet." 

I whimpered in frustration and he smirked. 

"You said you would do what I say. Shove your sweater up. That's it, let me see those beautiful tits. Don't ignore the other one, babe."

I narrowed my eyes at him and he grinned. I moved my hand to my other breast, smoothing it over the silky orb. 

"Now give your nipple a flick. Pretend it's my tongue against you and I'm tasting that sweetness, teasing you before sucking the whole thing into my hot mouth." 

I gasped and my body jerked.

"Again. Do it again." 

"Ben," I cried. 

"That's my girl," he whispered. "Are you still fucking yourself with your finger?"

"Yes," I said.

"Are you even wetter? I bet you are. I bet you're just dripping all over my bed, babe." 

I clenched my thighs together around my hand, already desperate for release.

"More," I mumbled. "I need more...inside..."

"You can put another finger inside you, but I still want you to fuck yourself slowly," Ben commanded. "And don't forget your nipples. Grab one with your fingers and squeeze for me."

"Oh, God," I moaned. 

I was so turned on I wanted to make myself come right then, frustrated with how slowly he was making me take things. 

"You are so sexy," he said gruffly. "I know you want to come, babe."

"Yes," I whispered.

"I'll get you there. Pinch your nipple again." 

He groaned in satisfaction when I cried out again. 

"Now slide that hand down your body and put one finger next to your clit. Do not touch it yet."

My trembling hand found its way to its target and I used all my self-control to hold it still. My legs were already shaking with anticipation.

"Slowly circle your finger around your clit. Don't touch it," he repeated. "Keep fucking yourself with your other hand. You can move a little faster now." 

I glanced at my phone and saw he was breathing heavily, his shoulders heaving. 

"Are you touching yourself?" I asked.

"Yes," he said, his eyes boring into mine. "I'm so hard for you, Chels." 

"I wish this was you," I said, turning so he could see my fingers plunging into me. 

A growl came from the back of his throat and his nostrils flared.

"I do, too." 

He swallowed hard as he watched my fingers. There was a short silence as we stared at each other.

"One more finger, babe," he said, his voice a little weak. "Faster. Keep circling your clit."

"Ben," I pleaded.

"Not yet," he said smugly. "Think about me touching you...my fingers inside you, my tongue tasting that sweet pussy..." 

"God," I gasped, flinging my head back. 

"I'll be home before you know it, and I'll be inside you, fucking you until you're begging me to stop. Touch your clit now, babe. Give it a flick." 

"Oh!" I exclaimed, the pleasure shooting from my center down to my toes.

"That's it, do it again. Now circle around it some more...harder. Fuck yourself faster. Think about me inside you...think about Joe inside you -"

I gave a start and looked at him. His eyes were inflamed and I bit my lip, startled that the thought aroused us both so much. He nodded.

"Think about Joe...think about me...and you. What do you think it would feel like - the three of us together? You sandwiched between us, our hands all over you...kissing you, touching you where you're touching yourself right now. Me kissing you, Joe getting to taste you for the first time...Do you think he's outside the door right now, listening as usual? I bet he is. I bet he's stroking himself, thinking about how you must look, all hot and open and sexy..."

My fingers moved furiously, sliding along my opening, the moisture dripping onto my thighs. I was panting and began grunting, jerking my hips against my hands.

"Fuck, you look so hot." 

I met his eyes. His brow was furrowed and his jaw was clenched.

"Make yourself come, babe," he panted. "Come for me. Let me see you. Let Joe hear you."

I stared at him, getting lost in his eyes as I pressed a finger to my clit firmly. I planted my feet on the bed and raised my hips, shoving my fingers deep inside me. 

"Come for me," he said faintly, his voice sounding as if it were coming from a great distance.

"Ben! Oh, God!" I cried.

"Yes," he hissed.

My body tensed and stilled in what I knew was that sweet moment before the fabulous release.

"Come with me," I begged. "Come with me," I repeated weakly.

"Now, babe," he ordered.

I shrieked and growled, my body convulsing. Ben shouted my name and groaned. I watched his head fall back as I shook around my hands, the waves receding and crashing over and over until I couldn't take it anymore. I clamped my legs together and curled to my side, trying to catch my breath. Ben was leaning back, breathing hard and looking spent.

"Told you - I missed you," I panted.

"Yeah," he said, smiling dreamily. "I miss you, too."

We were silent as we watched each other recover. He picked up his phone and I did the same.

"I'll let you get to sleep," he told me, his voice a tender caress. "I'll call you tomorrow."

"Okay. I love you," I told him firmly. "I love you, Ben."

"I love you, babe."



I Told You So Ch. 04



The next few dates turned into a comedy of errors. On Tuesday Joe suggested a movie, but got the starting time and theater mixed up, so we missed it. We ended up at a bar where I mercilessly teased him for not knowing how to read a movie schedule. Rather than acting embarrassed, he used it as an opportunity to be self-deprecating and flirtatious. We avoided most physical contact in public, but he held my hand and put his arm around me as we walked home.

The next night he offered to make us dinner at home, but made the mistake of trying a new recipe and burning it. I ordered a pizza while he aired out the kitchen. He knew I was holding back from teasing him again and was surprisingly relaxed about his mishap. I found his ease about it appealing. We watched TV on the couch, his arm around me and my head resting on his shoulder. 

Each night ended with another chaste but meaningful kiss at Ben's door, followed by another heated video chat with Ben where we encouraged each other to climax.

On Thursday Joe and I met for dinner near my office. Our conversations were easy by this point, but I knew we were both thinking about Ben's return the next day. He finally commented on it when we were waiting for the check.

"So tomorrow night I'm going to clear out," he said, watching me. "I'm going out with some guys from work and I'll crash at one of their places."

I met his eyes in surprise.

"I want you and Ben to have some time alone," he told me with a small smile.

"Oh," I said, touched. "Thanks."

He reached across the table and picked up my hand.

"I've had an amazing week with you." He covered our hands with his remaining hand, stroking my palm. "No matter what happens after this, I want you to know that."

I smiled and nodded, not trusting myself to speak. In truth, I had enjoyed this week much more than I thought possible. Not just because I enjoyed being with Joe and getting to know him, and not because of our obvious chemistry. It was as though the more I learned about him, the more I learned about Ben. I now realized that it was due to their unique bond that Ben was able to be so open and loving with me. If he hadn't had the benefit of this kind of connection with Joe, I don't know if Ben would be the person he was - the person I would fall in love with.

Just outside the restaurant, Joe suddenly pulled me to him. He brushed some hair off my forehead and left his hand resting on my cheek, his blue eyes burning into mine.

"I need to kiss you," he said.

My breath caught. His voice was quiet but fierce, his eyes boring into me as if he were dying of thirst and I was the last drink of water on earth. I lifted my face without thinking about it. His fingers tangled in my hair as our lips met, his other arm clutching me to him. My arms wound around his back and my lips parted in surprise at his urgency. His tongue ran across my lower lip and I let out a small, satisfied sigh. The only thought running through my mind was that it was perfectly natural when both our mouths opened and our tongues met for the first time. The softness of his lips had been unexpected the first time we'd kissed, and I was equally unprepared for the gentle sweeping gestures his tongue made against mine. Caressing me as if it were his fingers stroking my hand, he drew me into him with a startling combination of need and tenderness.

He lowered his hand from my hair, smoothed it around my shoulder in a sweet caress, then moved down my side, stopping just under my breast. I leaned into him and was surprised to hear myself whimper. Through my clothes I could feel his thumb run along the bottom curve of my breast and our kiss stopped momentarily as he let out a shaky breath. Then the hand was gripping my waist and his kiss deepened. My hands found the roundness of his behind and pressed him, hard as steel, into me, making him groan into my mouth. I stifled a nervous giggle and moved my hands to his waist. He gently took one of my hands in his, bringing it to his chest and covering it with his as his kiss turned into soft brushes against my lips.

He raised his head slowly and I opened my eyes to see him watching me, his eyes full of a kind of stunned desire. I had a feeling mine looked the same. Our joined hands were still resting on his heaving chest, and his other hand stroked my hair.

"You are so beautiful," he said breathlessly. "So beautiful, and sexy, and smart, and funny," he added. He smiled at my blush. "You're the whole package, Chelsea."

"Joe," I whispered meaningfully, feeling my heart swell in my chest.

I don't know how long we stood there looking at each other before he lowered our joined hands and led me home. I felt a heady rush of excitement as we walked. I wanted him, that much was clear to me at this point. I had no idea where we went from here, but for some reason that wasn't troubling me at the moment. I purposely avoided thinking about what could happen. My arousal slowed from urgency to a low hum as I acknowledged how comfortable I felt with Joe. I gave him a sideways glance as we neared his apartment.

"Just how is it you're still single?" I asked him seriously. "You're such a terrific guy."

He gave a surprised laugh. "I wasn't lucky enough to meet you first," he remarked, bringing our clasped hands up to kiss my fingers.

I snickered. "I'm serious," I told him.

"So am I, Chels," he said easily.

He studied my expression for a moment. I had no idea what emotions were showing on my face.

"I guess I haven't met a lot of women I feel a real connection with," he said finally. "And I don't see the point in wasting time if there's no connection."

"Joe," I said somewhat regretfully. "You deserve that. You deserve - all of someone." I hesitated, not sure how to express my thoughts. "Are you sure this - I mean, I would hate to hurt you."

He was silent as we walked into the apartment building, looking thoughtful. He didn't speak until we were in the kitchen and he had seated me at the table, bringing us glasses of water.

"I am sure," he said, looking at me seriously over the rim of his glass. He took a long drink. "I don't know what's going to happen but...my eyes are open. I'm not going to get hurt."

I shook my head slightly, still wondering how he and Ben could both be so certain of things.

"Well," Joe went on and I looked up to see a devilish smile on his face. "I'm not going to get hurt unless that's what you're into," he finished suggestively, giving me a pointed wink.

I snorted a laugh.

-

Ben texted me when he got home from the airport and I was able to get out of work an hour early, rushing to the apartment. I knew Joe had told him he was going to be elsewhere tonight, but I still wasn't expecting Ben to be standing there naked when I let myself in. I took a moment to devour him with my eyes before racing toward him, throwing my coat on the floor on the way. I flung myself into his arms and he lifted me easily, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss.

"Damn, babe," he groaned, moving his mouth to my ear. "I missed you so much."

I whimpered and pressed against him. He lowered me to my feet and pressed me against the wall in the hallway. His lips moved from my ear down my neck as he removed my clothes, laughing softly as my hands met his in my hurry to get undressed. He had unzipped my skirt but was stymied by the hook and eye at the top and let out a frustrated growl.

"Fuck it," he said, pushing the skirt up to my waist.

I felt his fingers hook on the waistband of my panties and he had them off my legs in an instant. His hands found my breasts, roughly squeezing them before moving to my sides and lifting me up the wall, pressing against me until my legs were high enough to wrap around his waist.

"Ben," I moaned as I slid along his length.

Our mouths found each other and he positioned himself at my opening. We let gravity take control and both groaned as I sank onto him. He held himself still, stroking and massaging my back, until I couldn't take it. I writhed against him with a whimper and he cradled my head in his hand, withdrew, and plunged back inside me. I bit his lip and pulled away to cry out, my head falling back. He pounded me into the wall harder and harder, his hand protecting my head, his teeth against my neck. It didn't take long for both of us to find our glorious release and soon my body was slumped against his before we slowly slid down the wall onto the carpet.

"Welcome home," I muttered once I regained my breathing.

He laughed, brushing his lips against mine. "Good to be back."

I ran a finger down his face. "I missed you," I whispered.

"I know," he agreed, kissing me. He cupped my face in his hands. "I did too, love."

"I have lasagna in the fridge," I told him, tangling my fingers in his mass of chest hair.

I knew I was looking at him hungrily when he chuckled. He took my hands in his, placing a kiss on each palm.

"Let's shower first," he said with a grin.

We decided to eat in the living room, snuggled under a blanket on the floor between the couch and coffee table, soft music playing in the background.

"It was nice of J to get out of our hair tonight," Ben commented.

I rested my head on his shoulder and sighed dreamily.

"Yeah," I agreed. "I think he wanted to make sure we had some space to talk."

Ben made a noise of assent, his hand lazily stroking my arm.

"So, what are you thinking?" he asked quietly. "I know what you guys did this week but you haven't really told me how you feel about all of it."

I thought for a while before lifting my head to look at him.

"I feel like I somehow know you better after this week, if that makes sense." I smiled tenderly at him.

He looked surprised. "Huh," he murmured. "I wasn't expecting that." He smiled and tucked some hair behind my ear.

"Me either." I chuckled. "I thought I understood your friendship before, but now - well, I think I just understand it more. I don't really know how to explain it."

Ben leaned his head against mine. "So what does that mean as far as you and Joe?"

I took a sip of wine before looking at him nervously.

"I do like him," I whispered. "I'm - I -" I bit my lip, unsure of myself. "There's - definite chemistry there." I watched him smirk. "You are dying to say I told you so again, aren't you?" I giggled.

He laughed, squeezing me in a quick hug. "I'm glad," he said simply.

I nestled onto his shoulder again, my mind flooding with questions about what would happen next. I couldn't articulate any of them, however, and I decided at that point that it didn't matter. I felt more relaxed about the situation - it was still a bizarre concept in the abstract but somehow in that moment, I was able to just accept it.

Ben and I stayed up well into the night, making love once more but mostly talking while our hands explored each other. I brought up the topic of Joe and questioned how things should proceed, but he said he wanted to wait until Joe got home. I knew I looked skeptical and he tried to explain further.

"I guess I want to see what's between you now first, with my own eyes..." he said quietly, his hands stroking my arms. "I feel like it'll all come together anyway."

I snickered at his choice of words and after a moment he realized what he said and laughed with me.

"I love you," he murmured, kissing my temple.

"And I love you, sweetheart," I whispered, nestling into the crook of his neck.

-

Joe didn't come home until the next afternoon, clearly wanting us to have as much time alone together as possible. We had a lazy breakfast in bed and took a long shower together, not getting dressed until Joe texted Ben to let him know he was on his way.

"Here," Ben said, handing me a short-sleeved green sweater. "Wear this."

I gave him a questioning look and he grinned.

"Joe loves that sweater on you."

"He told you that?" I asked, blushing.

Ben snorted. "No, but I can read him like a book. Especially where you're concerned."

I giggled, mostly out of nervousness. We were getting lunch ready and watching the clock in anticipation when we heard Joe arrive. My stomach fluttered with excitement and I glanced at Ben to see him watching me with interest. He grinned at me before turning to the doorway of the kitchen as Joe came in.

"Hey, man," he told Joe.

"Welcome back," Joe said with a cautious smile. "Good trip?"

"Boring," Ben said with a sideways glance at me. "How was your week?"

Joe looked down for a second before chuckling and looking between the two of us. "Amazing."

Ben grinned again and stepped forward to clap Joe on the shoulder. He gave him a small nudge in my direction.

"Well, go on and say hello, don't be rude."

I rolled my eyes at Ben and put my arms around Joe for an awkward hug. I felt his lips brush my temple and he leaned down to kiss my cheek, stopping to grab my hand for a quick squeeze. We looked at Ben and saw his amusement.

"Christ, I have never known you to be so shy with a woman," Ben said, his eyes twinkling.

"You are such a jackass," Joe told him, his mouth twitching as he tried to prevent a grin.

Ben gave him a challenging look and Joe cleared his throat, turning to me again. He ran a finger down my sleeve.

"You look really pretty," he said sincerely, smiling at me.

I blushed but caught his hand before he could draw it away, impulsively lacing our fingers together. He looked surprised but squeezed my hand again. We both blinked when we heard Ben laughing but it was a few moments before we broke eye contact to look at him again. His eyes flashed to Joe before lingering on me with a look of triumph and desire. I felt my mouth drop open a little in shock and Ben gave me a slow, sexy smile. I instinctively tightened my grip on Joe's hand.

I could feel my breathing speed up and swallowed.

"Why don't you guys play Wii or something while I finish lunch?" I asked, feeling foolish considering lunch was pretty much ready.

Ben seemed to understand I wanted them to have a chance to talk privately and instantly challenged Joe, who readily accepted. The game was loud and I couldn't hear what they were saying, much as I tried. When I couldn't stand it any longer I brought the leftover lasagna, heated and on plates, into the living room and sat back to watch them play. They soon paused the game and joined me on the couch, sitting on either side of me as we ate.

"God, this is fantastic," Joe said. "Thanks, Chels."

"The secret is lots and lots of cheese," I told him with a grin.

"I'll clean up," Ben said, reaching for our empty plates.

"I'll do it," Joe told us, moving so quickly that neither of us could object.

Ben wrapped an arm around me and pulled me into him.

"Are you guys okay?" I whispered.

"Of course," he said with surprise. He chuckled. "He asked me the same thing about us."

I smiled softly. Of course he did.

Ben smiled down at me. "Babe, I told you, it's going to be fine. He wants you. Hell, he's so thrilled right now."

My blush ran through my body until my sweater felt suffocatingly warm.

"But what happens now?" I asked, still whispering.

"Whatever you want," he told me seriously, running his fingers through my hair. He brushed a kiss against my forehead before tilting my chin up so our eyes met. "I want you to do whatever you want, and I promise you, I am going to love it."

"Really?" I asked breathlessly.

"Chelsea," he whispered, kissing me softly. "I got so turned on just watching you take his hand. So yes. Really."

We noticed movement and glanced up to see Joe hovering in the doorway. Ben nodded his head toward the couch.

"Dude, come here."

Joe sat on the other side of me, not close enough to touch me. I turned slightly, resting against Ben's chest to look at him, feeling a rush of affection at his apprehension. I slowly reached out a hand and ran it along Joe's arm, stopping when our fingers met. He wrapped his hand around mine, stroking the back with his thumb just as he had that first night we went out to dinner. Joe let out a shuddering sigh and I realized I was holding my breath.

"Guys," Ben said quietly. "Just relax. It's fine."

We both looked at him for a moment. When I turned back to Joe I saw a look of incredulity on his face that perfectly expressed my own emotions and I snickered. He met my eyes and chuckled.

"Your boyfriend is an odd duck," Joe told me.

I giggled, close to hysterics. My body was vibrating with excitement and anticipation. I was scared, thrilled, nervous, and definitely aroused.

"Listen," Ben said suddenly and we both turned to him warily. He smiled reassuringly. "I've been thinking, and the only request I have...well, I'd like to ask that you guys not do anything...without me - well, there. At least for right now, until we've worked out all the kinks."

Joe and I snorted a laugh at his choice of words. Ben grinned.

"You trusted me to be alone with her all week," Joe teased, still stroking my hand.

"I trust both of you," Ben said confidently. "It's not that. And it's not just because it will be a huge turn on to see you together," he added easily.

I somehow blushed even more. Joe was so startled he inhaled and started coughing.

"Fuck, dude - do you ever not say exactly what you're thinking?" Joe wheezed.

Ben was laughing at his plight. "Not with you two."

"I'm getting us drinks," Joe told us, going back to the kitchen.

I looked at Ben. "Are you sure about this? You're not jealous or freaked out?"

"I'm absolutely sure," he told me. "It's not jealousy that I don't want you two to be together without me there. It's that I want this to be something for all of us." He glanced in the direction of the kitchen a little sadly. "I don't know if it's totally fair to J but it's what I'd prefer, if that's okay with you."

"No, of course - that's what I want, too," I said, turning my body to face him. I took his face in my hands. "This isn't just about me and him, it's about us - well, all of us, I guess," I told him earnestly. "Does that make sense?"

He kissed me, our mouths opening instantly, our tongues searching each other out. He pulled away and we were both breathing heavily.

"Yes," he said huskily.

We heard Joe clear his throat and looked up to see him standing over us with three beers. He gave us a smile that didn't reach his eyes, which were looking at us heatedly.

"Starting without me?" he asked weakly.

I giggled again, my various emotions causing an adrenaline high that was making me feel somewhat frantic. I took a beer from him gratefully and took a long drink.

"Should we play strip Wii?" Ben asked.

"No," I said firmly, rolling my eyes. "We can play, though."

"Oh, we'll play, all right," Joe said wickedly.



I Told You So Ch. 05



What followed was the most surreal afternoon of my life. We played a few Wii games, drinking and laughing and teasing each other as we normally did, but now there seemed to be innuendo in almost everything that was said. We all laughed so hard we got stomachaches and my cheeks were cramping from smiling so much. The sexual current in the room was thick, but it wasn't tense. Somehow we were all relaxed enough to just let things happen. And I'm sure the beer didn't hurt.

We decided to get Chinese take out for dinner and that the loser of the next game would have to pick it up, along with more beer. Ben lost - I suspect on purpose - and soon Joe and I were alone. We were slumped together on the couch, our shoulders pressed together as we tried to recover from laughing. He began running a finger across my forearm.

"Are you sure about this, Chels?" he asked softly.

I tilted my head to one side and looked at him.

"Are you sure?" I asked in concern. "Seriously, Joe, it seems like you've got the most to lose here."

"What?" His eyebrows shot up. "You guys are the ones in a relationship. Not me."

"Maybe," I said hesitantly. "But...I just want you to be sure that this won't be unfair to you. I really don't want you to get hurt."

"I'm not the fragile flower you seem to think I am." His voice was teasing but his eyes met mine seriously. "I know what I'm doing. I know what I want..." His hand moved slowly to my cheek, moving in a soft caress. "I've wanted you since the day we met. I expected it to go away, but every day since I've just wanted you more and more."

I closed my eyes, feeling dizzy at his words and the feel of his hand stroking my jaw. His fingers curled under my chin and I slowly opened my eyes to see him inches from me. His gaze dropped to my mouth and I saw him swallow. He brought his other hand to my neck, tangling his fingers in my hair.

"Joe," I whispered with longing.

His eyes met mine again, a much darker blue than they usually were. I placed my shaking hands on his arms. His hand gripped my hair and he brushed his lips against mine.

"So beautiful," he murmured against my mouth. "Christ, Chelsea," he breathed.

His lips grazed mine gently. I tightened my grasp on his arms, my breath coming in shallow gasps. He was barely kissing me and I already felt strung tight, my entire body on fire.

"I could kiss you for hours," he said in a quiet moan. 

His hands tightened in my hair in direct contrast to the soft strokes of his lips against mine. He drew away, his eyes traveling over my face. Stroking my cheek with a thumb, he let out a small sigh.

"You're just - perfect, kitten."

"Kitten?" I repeated in a murmur as his lips touched mine.

"Kitten," he whispered against my mouth.

He placed his forehead on mine, stroking my brow.

"It's those eyes of yours," he said dreamily, kissing my cheek. "Those golden eyes that change from hazel to brown to green..." His low voice vibrated against my skin. "Mysterious like a cat."

He kissed the corner of my mouth and I smiled softly.

"You taste like heaven," he said, trailing kisses from my cheek back to my mouth.

I felt my eyelids flutter and a small moan escaped my lips. Every inch of me was tingling.

"God, Joe," I whispered, breathing heavily.

His mouth seemed to steal the small amount of air I was able to manage, yet I kept leaning in for more. He continued caressing my lips with his without deepening the kiss until we heard the door opening. We drew apart languidly as if coming out of a deep sleep. It took a few seconds for me to focus on Ben, who watched us speculatively for a moment before awareness washed over him and his eyes became heated.

I cleared my throat. "I'll get plates," I said, standing and taking the food from Ben.

He stopped me before I could turn, sliding an arm around my waist and pulling me to him for an intense kiss. I was panting when he released me. We stood with our eyes locked, staring at each other in amazement.

"Let's eat. Quickly," Ben said, exhaling slowly.

He spanked my behind lightly as I walked away, making me giggle.

We crowded around the coffee table, sharing our food and eventually feeding each other as a means of teasing, which ended up being more comical than sexy since we were all using chopsticks. I had switched to coffee temporarily; my mind was spinning all on its own without needing alcohol to help with that, though I still felt a pleasant buzz from my afternoon beer.

"Do you mind cleaning up?" Ben asked Joe when we were finished.

We both looked at him in surprise but Joe nodded and Ben led me to his room. I expected him to hold me or kiss me or touch me, but instead he walked to the dresser and started looking through my underwear.

"Will you put on that black skirt?" he asked, turning around. He was holding a black lace bra and matching panties. "The short one?" He grinned.

I grinned back, taking the underwear from him.

"Aren't you staying?" I asked when he walked to the door. He loved watching me get dressed.

He looked back almost regretfully. "If I do, you and I will never leave this bedroom tonight." He smiled and walked out, closing the door behind him.

As I changed, I told myself to take a moment to relax and think. Instead I found myself hurrying to return to the living room. I did stop to check my hair and add a coat of mascara to my lashes. At the last minute I pulled on a pair of black pumps and headed to the door. Smoothing my skirt, I took a deep breath and entered the living room to find it empty. I heard them talking in the kitchen and smiled to myself. I was sitting on the couch with my legs crossed when they entered.

They both stopped short at the sight of me, their mouths open, their eyes traveling up my bare legs. For the first time in my life, I felt sexy as hell. We all regarded each other with appreciative looks for several minutes before I felt a hysterical giggle threatening to break the mood. I held out a hand toward Ben.

"Is one of those for me?" I asked, indicating one of the beers he was holding.

He walked to me without speaking and handed me a beer, bending over to grip my chin and give me a long kiss.

"You look so hot," he said huskily.

I grinned and blushed. He flopped down next to me, our arms and legs pressed against each other. I took a sip of my beer and looked at Joe, patting the cushion on the other side of me. He crossed the room in a few steps and sat down. We were silent, Joe and I nervously drinking our beers. I could almost feel Ben's smirk. He nudged me with his elbow and I glanced at him. He gestured to Joe with his chin. I looked at Joe sideways to find him studying his beer bottle and I returned my attention to my lap.

Ben snorted. He set down his beer and ran a hand along my back, turning me slightly away from him and toward Joe. Ben's hands settled on my lower back, softly massaging the muscles and I arched my back a little in response. Joe put his beer on the coffee table and turned to me, his eyes darkening. I smiled tentatively and rested a hand on his thigh. He looked past me at Ben, and out of the corner of my eye I saw Ben nodding.

Joe brought his hands to my face, stroking my cheeks and searching my eyes. I blinked slowly and moistened my lips. His gaze dropped to my mouth and he swallowed. We leaned toward each other at the same time, our lips meeting softly. Ben deepened his massage, his hands slipping under my sweater, and I sighed into Joe's mouth. His tongue instantly met mine and I brought my hands to his hair, twining my fingers in his soft waves. He ran his hands down my arms, circling my back and pulling me closer to him. It wasn't until his hands reached my behind that I realized Ben was no longer touching me. Joe cupped my ass and squeezed, lifting me onto his lap in one quick motion. He had turned me quickly so I was now facing Ben.

I heard a sharp intake of breath and Joe and I both turned to Ben, who was leaning back, watching us intently. He gave us a slow smile and nodded encouragingly. I reached out a hand to him and he took it, twining our fingers and lowering his head to kiss my hand. Joe began nuzzling my neck and I had to close my eyes. The realization that I was there, with both of them, that this was really going to happen, how much I wanted this to happen...it was suddenly all too much. 

I squeezed my eyes tighter and felt my brow pinch. Ben's hand tightened around mine and I knew he must have seen my expression change from pleasure to panic.

"Chelsea," he said quietly.

I felt Joe raise his head to look at me. I heard him give a small sigh and he pressed his forehead against my temple, his hand massaging the back of my neck lightly.

"Sweetheart," Ben whispered.

I opened my eyes to see his face directly in front of me. Without thinking I slid my arms around his neck and dragged his mouth to mine, kissing him deeply. Joe's hands stroked my back and I tangled my fingers in Ben's hair with a whimper. He cupped my face and broke the kiss with a tender smile. Keeping one arm around him, I threw the other around Joe's neck and brought his mouth to me. I felt hands under my sweater and didn't know whose they were, and the sensation thrilled me. 

I went from one to the other, kissing each of them with all the arousal that had been building inside me. I finally had to lean back against the armrest, trying to catch my breath. Ben moved back to lean on the opposite armrest and grinned at Joe before turning to me. He pointedly ran his eyes down my body before meeting my eyes again and I felt myself shiver.

One of Joe's hands was stroking my back under my sweater, the other cupping my chin to tilt my head, his lips brushing against mine. Then his hand was hovering over the top button of my sweater and I saw the questioning look in his eyes. I smiled and he exhaled as he began undoing the buttons. My breath was coming rapidly. I glanced at Ben and saw he was following Joe's hands with his eyes. I looked down to watch as well, the sight of Joe's large fingers opening each button making me arch my back. When he reached the last button, he let the sweater drop open and put his hands on my waist, gently squeezing. He was staring at my body almost reverently, as if in a trance. 

I watched as his hands slowly slid up my torso to my bra and let out a quiet moan when they cupped my breasts. His touch was so light I'm not sure I would have felt it if I hadn't been looking. He ran his thumbs over each nipple so delicately it was as if he was afraid I would break. I ran my hand up his back to grip his hair and he dragged his eyes up my body to meet my gaze.

"Chelsea," he said faintly. His eyes dipped down my body briefly and returned to my face. "God, you are so beautiful."

He crushed his lips to mine, one hand caressing a breast and the other winding around my back to press me against him. I struggled to find the hem of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine. A movement caught my eye and Joe and I both glanced over to see Ben whipping his shirt off. He grinned at us. I met Joe's eyes and we chuckled. Slipping my hands under his shirt, I explored Joe's body with my fingers, leaning in to nibble his neck. His hands tightened around my waist. 

I somehow managed to get his shirt off and leaned back to look at him. I had seen him shirtless numerous times, but this was the first time I would touch him. Curling my fingers in his chest hair, my eyes fluttered shut at the feel. I love chest hair; it always seems like an integral component to masculinity. Thanks to his Mediterranean ancestry, Ben had a lot of coarse, springy chest hair. Joe's was like a smattering of silk threads. 

I shot an anxious glance at Ben, worried that it would be obvious I was comparing them. He was watching me with a heated expression and I flushed, feeling the charge between us rush through me until my panties were damp. I took a shaky breath and I ran my hands down Joe's torso, looking at him greedily. His clothes did a good job of hiding how large he was, I realized as I took in the broad shoulders, the massive expanse of his chest. My eyes involuntarily dropped to his crotch for a moment, wondering if everything was proportional.

Joe was shoving my sweater off my arms and had returned his attention to my bra. He didn't try to remove it, though. He seemed fascinated by the lace, running his fingers along the edge, lowering the cups as he did so and slipping a finger in to feel the top of each mound. One of the straps fell off my shoulder and I heard simultaneous gasps from both of them. I looked between them curiously.

"Fuck." Ben's voice was hoarse.

"That is so hot," Joe said, sounding stunned.

I was amused by their response but decided I would giggle at this later. I ran a finger down Joe's chest, following with my eyes, until I reached his jeans. I looked up at him to see him staring at me. Dipping my finger just inside his jeans, I moved along the edge of the waistband as I watched him. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment. When he opened them, I was startled by the dark, intense look he gave me. He kissed me again, his tongue relentless. One of his hands stroked my legs, moving under my skirt. We broke apart, staring at each other with our chests heaving.

"Can we go to my room?" Joe asked in a shaky voice.

We automatically glanced at Ben in time to see him stand, so aroused he almost looked pained. He undid his jeans and stepped out of them, charging toward Joe's room. Joe stood, cradling me in his arms, and followed. He handed me carefully to Ben and pulled back his comforter. I rested a finger on Ben's lips, questioning him with my eyes. He smiled tenderly, reassuringly. Then he sucked my finger into his mouth and gently bit down, making me gasp.

"Say avocado," I said suddenly, my voice shaking but loud enough for Joe to hear. "If anything needs to stop." I glanced at Joe to make sure he understood. "Just say avocado, and there'll be no questions, no arguments...okay?"

Ben kissed me softly and lowered me to my feet. "Okay," he said quietly.

I turned to Joe, who was sitting on the edge of his bed. He nodded and held his arms out to me. I walked to him, standing between his legs. He ran his hands up my legs under my skirt, his lips exploring my abdomen, and had to hold me steady when my knees began shaking. Squeezing my behind, he slowly edged my skirt down until it was puddled around my feet. I started to step out of my heels when he stopped me, his hands tight on my hips.

"No," he ordered. "Leave them on."

My eyes widened at his command, another rush centering between my legs at the tone of his voice. His eyes narrowed as he gauged my response, then he smiled wickedly and his arms wrapped around my thighs, quickly turning so I was on my back on his bed. I let out a small squeal of surprise and giggled. He stood over me, his eyes running from my face down my body, inspecting every inch of me.

"You look so sexy," he told me, stepping closer to the bed but not touching me. "All that lace..." His voice trailed off in a soft groan. "It's almost a shame to take it off." 

He placed his hands next to my shoulders on the bed, hovering over me but not touching me. 

"Almost," he added.

He leaned in and I rose up for a kiss but he directed himself to my neck, just under my ear, and I shuddered, sucking in a loud breath. His tongue swept over my skin, his teeth scraping lightly as he teased me. I heard a low growl and he increased pressure, tasting me as if he were starving. His hands were pushing my bra down and he sat back, his mouth dropping open in pleasure when he saw my breasts for the first time. He caressed me lovingly, his hands and fingers exploring every curve and hardening nipple, before finally, agonizingly slowly, he took one between his lips. I felt an explosion of electricity snap through me and my back jolted off the bed, one hand on his head, pressing him to me.

Joe wrapped his arms around my back, lifting my upper body. His fingers were fumbling with the hook of my bra. I felt the bed sag behind me and then more hands. Ben undid my bra easily, running his hands down my arms as he slid the straps off. He placed kisses on the back of my neck as Joe returned his attention to my breasts. The pleasure was intense and overwhelming and my head fell back as I moaned. Ben gripped my face, turning me to him for a long, deep kiss, before withdrawing. I heard him move up the bed to rest against the headboard and glanced back to see him watching us, nodding and smiling slowly. Joe pushed me onto my back again and I stopped him before he could touch me.

"Take off your pants," I told him, my voice thick with desire.

He looked surprised, then delighted. I propped myself up on my elbows to watch him, my eyes trained on his. In my peripheral vision, I saw his fingers undoing his jeans and his hands pushing them off his hips, but I didn't break eye contact. He kicked his jeans away and stood there, his fingers pausing on the waist of his boxers. I let my eyes travel down his body slowly before meeting his stare.

"The boxers," I demanded with a small nod.

He grinned and slowly lowered his boxers, his erection springing out. I know my eyes widened again. Everything about him was proportional.

"Wow," I breathed.

I was too entranced to bother looking at his reaction to my involuntary murmur of appreciation. I had no complaints about Ben's size, which was a little longer than average. Besides, I had been with enough men to know it was technique more than size that made a guy good in bed. I studied Joe unabashedly. He probably wasn't any longer than Ben, but it was noticeably thicker. I licked my lips in anticipation and glanced up to see Joe's nostrils flare. His eyes were inflamed. I grinned suggestively.

Turning back to look at Ben, I noticed a similar expression on his face and I looked over his body pointedly.

"Yours, too," I said, hoping I sounded more confident than I felt.

I was relieved when he smiled and pulled his boxers off. I made an approving sound when my eyes rested on his crotch and his smile grew.

Facing Joe again, I began exploring his legs, running them up to his muscular behind before my fingers found their way to his belly. I leaned in, letting my breath tease him as I stretched my hands up to his chest. His entire body was taut and it felt like he was holding his breath. I moved one hand down his body to cup him between his legs and he gasped. Circling my hand around the base of his erection, I looked up to meet his eyes and watched his face as I slowly opened my mouth and extended my tongue.

"Jesus," he breathed, his eyes wide.

I started with small strokes of my tongue and light tickles with my hands, running my tongue the length of him while holding him loosely, then moving my mouth away to tease his body as I tightened my grip. One of his hands fell to my head, caressing my hair. I alternated my attentions between his shaft and the rest of his body until he was panting and gripping my hair. Meeting his eyes again, we stared at each other as I finally took him between my lips, circling him with my tongue before taking him in deeper. His head fell back and he moved his hips toward me. It was slow going, stretching my mouth to fit around him, but I stroked him with my hand to get enough lubrication from my saliva to help, pulling back to the tip repeatedly and taking him further each time. 

I could hear his grunts and moans and when I peeked at him, the expression of joyful disbelief on his face excited me, making me moan around him. Behind me I could hear soft sighs and murmurs of approval from Ben, but I couldn't see what he was doing. Much as I wanted to look, just hearing him was enough to push my arousal into overdrive and I bobbed my head onto Joe a little frantically. He quickly shoved me onto my back, covering my body with his. He gripped my face and speared my mouth with his tongue.




I Told You So Ch. 05



"Jesus fucking Christ," he growled.

There was a quiet laugh of satisfaction from the headboard and we both looked up at Ben. He was lazily stroking himself and looking at us with smug affection. I stretched my arm over my head and he took my hand, stroking my fingers with his.

"Babe, you are so hot," Ben said faintly. "I love seeing you like this."

I shivered and squeezed his hand. His eyes moved and I saw him nod at Joe, then felt my panties being dragged off my legs. Without letting go of Ben's hand, I turned to watch Joe carefully slip my panties over each foot without removing my pumps. He caressed my ankles, stroking his way back up my legs and settling himself between them. Holding my legs apart, he studied me with a look of amazement as if he'd just opened a present. My legs were quivering under his attention and my hips rose off the bed slightly. He gave me a small smile and edged closer, his hands moving slowly until they reached the now-aching heat he had just revealed.

Biting my lip in anticipation, I let out a gasp when I felt his fingers softly stroking the outer lips. I forced myself to keep my eyes open and found him watching me, gauging my reaction as his fingers explored me. He took his time, noting each response as if trying to memorize which touch elicited which moans or sighs or gasps. In truth, any touch would have set me off at this point, but I definitely appreciated his close attention to learning what I liked most. 

My head was rocking back and forth, my eyes fluttering shut, but each time I found his gaze again, he was still watching me closely. He waited until we had eye contact before lowering his mouth to me and I held my breath as he leisurely extended his tongue, crying out when it made contact with my clit. He didn't move, just held it there for a moment before drawing back. Still holding my eyes, he licked the entire length of me, stopping at my nub again and flicking it.

I was gripping Ben's hand like a vice, my other hand in Joe's hair, gasping and moaning. Unable to keep my eyes open, I let my head fall back on the bed and just concentrated on the sensations. Ben's other hand was stroking my hair and neck and Joe kept exploring me with his mouth and hands. I knew he was still studying my responses so I made sure to murmur encouragingly or hold his head still when I wanted to him to continue in a certain spot. He was attentive and a quick learner.

In the back of my mind, I told myself not to compare the two of them, but it seemed impossible not to. Ben was just as good at this, learning quickly what I liked, but his approach had been to ask me directly. He was generally more talkative, encouraging me to describe what I wanted or demanding that I show him. It was unlike anything I'd experienced with anyone, and it was a huge turn on to be so open about what we wanted to do to each other in bed. Joe apparently preferred to explore on his own and try to judge my reactions for himself. Both methods were appealing. More than appealing.

Joe began moaning against me, sending delicious vibrations through my body. One of his fingers was inside me and I realized he must have felt my contractions increase around him. My orgasm had been building surprisingly slowly, considering the hours and days of anticipation leading up to this moment. Ben's hand was on my breasts, moving from one to the other before grasping a nipple and rolling it between his fingers.

"You are so close, babe." Ben's rough voice rumbled in my ear. "God, Chels, you are going to come so hard," he said in a moan.

I squeezed Ben's hand and brought his fingers to my mouth, sucking two of them deep into my throat and heard him growl. He pinched my nipple roughly. Joe's moans became louder and he increased his movements until my thighs were clamped around his head. Within a second I was shrieking and moaning, my legs shuddering. I vaguely heard Ben's encouraging words and Joe's noises of appreciation, feeling the warmth shooting through me, the pounding of my heart reverberating in my ears.

Joe was still clasped between my legs, his movements restricted by my thighs and I forced myself to loosen them. He gave me soft kisses between my legs and Ben stroked my breasts lightly. Soon I found myself having a few more small climaxes and I had to roll away, curling my legs up to my chest when I became too sensitive to be touched. Ben's face was buried in my hair and Joe was running his hands along my calves as I calmed down.

"Damn," I muttered, my face pressed into the sheets.

I heard two low chuckles. The bed shifted with their movements and I looked around with my eyes half-closed. Ben had resumed his position against the headboard and Joe lay down next to me, taking me gently in his arms. He started stroking my back and brushing his lips over mine.

"That was amazing," Joe said against my lips.

His tender, stunned voice stirred something and a heady desire rushed through me. I cupped his cheeks and kissed him, my tongue swirling around his. I tasted myself on him and moaned. He answered with a deep, vibrating groan that curled my toes. I reached blindly behind me until I found Ben's leg, traveling up until my hand met his around his erection. We stroked him languidly together as Joe kissed me. I pressed myself against Joe, feeling him hard against my stomach and drew away with a shuddering breath to look at him. He brought a hand to my cheek and we stared at each other, his fingers gently caressing my face.

"Chelsea," he whispered in question.

"Joe," I panted in answer.

His eyes closed and he buried his face in my neck, his teeth grazing my skin and I arched into him. He rolled on top of me, his hands on either side of my face, his thick firmness pressed against my wetness. He rocked his hips slightly, applying pressure to my clit and my head fell back. I loosened my hold on Ben and we both turned as we felt him start to get off the bed. He began to walk to Joe's desk chair and I felt a brief flash of panic.

"No!" Joe and I said it to Ben at the same time and then looked at each other in alarm before laughing awkwardly.

Ben looked at us in surprised amusement and walked slowly to the edge of the bed, raising his eyebrows. I grabbed for his hand and tugged until he was sitting on the bed. My hand in Ben's, I turned back to Joe, who began nuzzling my neck.

"Do you want me to use a condom?" he asked softly in my ear.

"You don't need to," I whispered.

I heard him inhale sharply. He drew back to look at me.

"Do you want me to pull out when I come?"

His voice was so tender and caring I closed my eyes and sighed, arching my back slightly. Both of our gazes flicked to Ben before returning to each other. I shook my head, squeezing Ben's fingers in question. He took my hand in both of his reassuringly.

Joe and I stared at each other for a minute, seeming to have an entire conversation without words. I knew my eyes were asking him not to hurt me, not to judge me, and at the same time begging him to take me. I was aroused beyond comprehension at this point, every inch of my flesh aching and tingling. He was looking at me with such affection that it was unnerving. I wanted him very badly, but I was also worried that his feelings for me might be too strong, that if we did this it might make things more difficult for him. I was also afraid - very deep down in a place I tried to ignore - that what I felt for him was much more intense than I'd expected, than what seemed right.

When our lips met, I was startled by the gentleness of his kiss. He didn't open his mouth, just pressed his soft lips against mine and ran a finger down my cheek in a tender caress. Then his fingers traveled down my arm slowly until our hands met, our fingers twining together. The gesture calmed me and I deepened our kiss, wondering how he could read me so well. My legs instinctively fell apart and I moved encouragingly against him. His chest expanded with a deep breath and the next thing I knew, his crown was at my opening. Our eyes were wide as we watched each other, our hands clasped securely.

He began slowly inching inside me and I spread my legs to accommodate his girth. My hand must have loosened on Ben's because I felt him drawing away from our side, but I was too slow to react. Joe wasn't, however, and he reached out to grab Ben's hand. I turned in shock and saw their eyes lock as their hands gripped each other. Ben looked from Joe to me with tenderness and lust. Joe's face was full of affection and gratitude and barely contained arousal. It was a profound moment and I realized I was holding my breath. 

I watched Ben's other hand come up to rest on Joe's shoulder, giving him a squeeze as he withdrew his hand from Joe's. He ran it along my hair and down to my shoulder, brushing his lips against my cheek. The hand on Joe's shoulder moved to his back and Ben seemed to nudge him forward into me before moving back to rest against the headboard.

I bit my lip as Joe and I locked eyes again. He was still entering me slowly, letting me adjust, our hands still joined. When I felt his body rest against me, I finally let out my breath in a long, shuddering sigh. My legs wrapped around him automatically as I looked at him in wonder, my other hand clutching his arm.

Joe let out a gasp and dropped his head to my breast, running a tongue around the nipple.

"You feel incredible, kitten," he murmured into my skin. He took a shaky breath. "Mother of God," he groaned. "I never imagined - Christ."

"Mm," I moaned, pressing against him. "God, Joe," I whispered. "I thought your lips were amazing," I muttered.

He raised his head, his eyes squeezed shut. I felt his hips jerk and tightened my legs around him, the words spilling out of my mouth without thinking.

"You're inside me," I said, dazed. "Oh my God, you're actually fucking me."

My chest began heaving as my excitement grew. I began rocking against him.

"Not yet," he teased, beginning to move inside me in shallow thrusts.

"Oh, God," I groaned, my upper body coming off the bed.

I looked down to watch him thrusting in and out of me, stunned to feel the warmth bursting from where we were joined and spreading throughout my body.

"Christ," he exclaimed. "Kitten, I can feel you - you're about to come again, aren't you?" He looked shocked.

I whimpered and nodded, clutching his shoulder with my hand, trying to leverage myself against him.

"God," he moaned. "You feel so - wow," he gasped, his eyes glazed.

"Harder, Joe," I pleaded.

I saw his jaw clench and he withdrew even further, plunging into me deeper and harder. My head flew back, my breasts flattening against his chest. Our fingers were still entwined and he pressed my hand into the bed with the force of his movements, my wrist beginning to hurt but I was enjoying myself too much to care. Joe made a grunting sound each time our bodies met and I began crying out, barely registering what I was saying, only knowing that I kept encouraging him to fuck me harder. My vision went blurry, the explosive sparks dancing over my body in an endless wave. 

"Fuck," Joe gasped. "Chels – I can't – "

He looked momentarily shocked, then winced and shouted. His hips made short, rapid jerks into my body as he came, moving his hands to grip my hips tightly.

I came back to awareness on my side in Joe's arms, his shaft slipping out of me. Ben was behind me, his arms stroking my breasts and stomach, his hardness pressed into my behind.

"That was the sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen," Ben said in my ear, his voice hoarse.

He adjusted his hips so that he was between my thighs and rocked me along his length. I let out a long moan and gripped his arms. Feeling more hands roaming my body, I opened my eyes to see Joe stroking me everywhere he could reach. My eyebrows jumped when I saw their hands meet at my breasts and caress each other before returning to my flesh. The fantasy of being with two men turning into reality was already spectacular, but seeing them touch each other was a surprising additional turn on. I didn't have a chance to ponder this, though, because when I felt Ben push into me all other thoughts escaped me.

His movements were shallow but urgent, his hands twisting at my nipples and his teeth biting my neck. Joe tangled a hand in my hair and plunged his tongue into my mouth, his thrusts matching Ben's. I groaned and whimpered against Joe's lips, wrapping my arms around him until my breasts, still covered my Ben's hands, were smashed against his chest. 

Ben lifted my leg, deepening his thrusts, and Joe pushed his hips against me. The base of his penis pressed directly against my clit and I cried out. One of Joe's hands was still gripping my head and he reached the other around Ben to crush me between them, trapping my leg above his arm. I couldn't move, but didn't need to. They somehow timed their hips to grind into me and against me perfectly, Joe attacking my mouth while Ben alternately kissed and bit the back of my neck and shoulders.

"Babe," Ben cried out, and I knew he was close.

My walls clenched around him reflexively and I bit Joe's bottom lip.

"Come with me," Ben gasped. "Come for me."

My body responded to the command and tensed for a moment before I peaked, feeling my muscles contract and release around him, hearing him cry out my name repeatedly before slamming into me one final time with a shout, releasing my leg, which I immediately flung over Joe. I continued coming in one long moan, my entire body convulsing so much I felt my teeth chattering. My legs were still shaking but I kept a tight grip on both of them, not letting them move.

"Jesus Christ," they said simultaneously.

I opened an eye to see them look at each other, chuckling. I pressed back into Ben, a satisfied sound coming from deep in my throat. I felt Joe's chest twitch.

"Did you just purr, kitten?" He laughed softly, stroking my cheeks and giving me a kiss.

I mumbled something unintelligible and gripped his face, my tongue exploring his mouth. I broke away suddenly and reached behind me for Ben, giving him a searing kiss. I met his eyes, satiated but still heated. He kissed me quickly and turned me to Joe, nuzzling the back of my neck. I pushed Joe onto his back and straddled him in one quick movement, laughing quietly at his shock.

"So I guess you don't need a break," he stammered, his hands lightly on my hips.

Ben snorted and we grinned at each other. He knew I almost never needed a break. Turning back to Joe, I put his hands on my breasts and rocked against him, dropping my head back with a sigh.

"Fuck," Joe gasped.

I reached down to stroke him before placing him at my entrance and lowered myself onto him. He felt even bigger in this position and I let out another sigh when I sank all the way down. His hands were working magic on my breasts and when I looked down at him, I saw him watching me closely again, trying to pick up whatever clues he could find to learn what I liked. I smiled slowly as I began to ride him. His hands stilled and he blinked rapidly, his eyes changing into an unreadable expression.

"You okay?" I asked softly, touching his cheek in concern.

He swallowed hard. "This is – it's just – you're the most beautiful sight I've ever seen, Chelsea," he said weakly.

I gulped and responded the only way I could manage, by lowering myself and giving him a kiss. He wrapped an arm around my back and his other hand found mine, clasping together tightly between our chests. His lips brushed mine again and again as he started moving beneath me. It was tender and erotic and almost too intimate to comprehend. 

Confusion washed over me and I had to look away, my eyes searching for Ben. He was leaning against the headboard again, watching us intently. His brow wrinkled when he saw my expression but his face soon cleared and he gave me a loving smile. He nodded encouragingly and mouthed 'I love you.' I smiled and found myself blinking back tears. Closing my eyes, I rested my forehead against Joe's and he pressed his lips to mine.

"I want to see you come again," he whispered.

Just the words seemed to ignite the spark and I gasped, thrusting against him. Gripping both his hands, I pushed up and rested my weight against them. Joe planted his feet on the bed and began pushing up into me, harder and harder each time. I opened my eyes in surprise and focused on his, burning and wild and dark. I began meeting his body but soon became unable to move as my legs tensed and I crushed his fingers in mine, throwing my head back and crying out.

Joe immediately flipped me over onto my back, withdrawing briefly but I was still in the throes of my orgasm and was unaware of what he was doing until he grabbed my legs by the ankles and lifted them up until I was almost bent in half. I met his eyes as he entered me again, leaning over my legs and bottoming out in one motion. He groaned at my scream. I'd thought he felt larger when I was on top of him, but at this angle he was massive. The pain quickly morphed into pleasure as he began moving. His head was framed by my legs and sweat dripped off his forehead onto my breasts. He slammed into me urgently, gripping my legs, and I wasn't sure if a new climax was starting or if it was a continuation of my last one, but I was careening over the edge, screaming and growling and crying out.

"Kitten," he rasped. "I'm so close."

I lifted my hips off the bed to meet his thrusts, twisting my hands in the sheet, focusing on his face. His eyes squeezed shut and then snapped open as if in surprise, his mouth forming a perfectly shaped O. His breath came out in short, panting moans as he came, my inner walls still spasming around him as my orgasm just seemed to go on and on. He kept moving inside me as my climax ended before throwing my legs apart and collapsing on my chest, his arms wrapped tightly around my shoulders. I held him, still recovering, until our breathing slowed.

His fingers found their way to my hair and tangled in it fiercely as he kissed me deeply, his tongue sweeping through my mouth with leftover urgency.

"Jesus," I breathed, our mouths still pressed together.

"Damn right," he agreed, kissing me more slowly. "That was incredible."

I let out a small, self-conscious laugh. He rolled onto his back next to me, taking my hand and pressing it to his lips. He let out a long sigh just as I felt Ben slide down the bed next to me, taking me in his arms. I met his eyes anxiously.

"I love you," Ben murmured before kissing me.

I kept my hand in Joe's, but hugged Ben with my other arm, kissing him back.

"I love you," I replied.

Ben's cock was pressed against my hip, hard and hot. I raised my eyebrows invitingly and threw a leg over his, urging him on top of me. His surprise quickly turned into a combination of delight and relief. He entered me quickly, my legs immediately winding around his waist. Ben snaked his arms around my shoulders, holding me to him securely. Joe was stroking and kissing my hand. I looked back and forth between them before finally giving in and closing my eyes, letting the sensations take over.

Ben moved steadily, and I knew he was waiting for me to come again. I gripped his behind with my free hand and he began nuzzling my neck, then ran his tongue around my ear before nibbling on my earlobe. I arched up into him and moaned. Joe began stroking from my fingers to my shoulder and back again. Ben shifted onto his knees a bit more, applying more pressure to my pelvis and my eyes flew open. I cried out, my orgasm surprising me. He flashed a quick smile and increased his movements. It didn't take long before he buried his face in my neck, groaning loudly.

"God, babe," he said loudly. He rolled to the side, taking me with him and forcing Joe to release my hand. "You are amazing."




I Told You So Ch. 05



I could only make pleased noises as I hugged him to me. I felt Joe's hand running the length of my back and turned in time to see Ben grasp Joe's hand, their palms pressed tightly together, their eyes meeting in a wordless acknowledgement of what had just happened. Their hands came apart and they both looked at me. I smiled and reached for Joe's neck, pulling him to me, my arms around each of them. Ben's head was on my breast, his free hand lightly running over my chest. Joe leaned his head against mine, his hand on my stomach. I closed my eyes, the smile still on my face.



I Told You So Ch. 06



Joe was the first to move, jostling us when he started to get up.

"I'm getting us something to drink," he said before walking out of the room.

Ben and I rolled toward each other, our arms and legs tangled. I somehow knew Joe was giving us time alone to talk, but I couldn't bring myself to speak. I lazily raised my head to look at Ben and found him watching me.

"You okay?" he whispered, brushing the hair off my face.

"Yeah. You?" I asked.

"Christ, I am more than okay," he said with a small laugh. "That was so hot," he added, grinning at me.

I giggled. He cupped my cheek.

"Are you sure you're okay? At one point - you seemed -"

"I know," I interrupted him, looking toward the door. "I got startled when - it just seemed like Joe -"

"Yeah," he said a little sadly. He gave me a small smile. "He really loves you."

I blinked, wanting to prevent tears. "I really don't want to hurt him, Ben," I whispered.

"I know you don't." Ben hugged me. "Neither do I. He knows that, too. I think it'll be okay." He stroked my lips with his fingers.

"You're sure none of that bothered you?" I asked, unable to look at him.

"Hell no, none of it bothered me," he said emphatically. He forced me to meet his gaze. "Not at all."

I studied him. "I don't think I'd be able to handle watching you with another woman," I told him. "In fact, I know I wouldn't. I'd rip her fucking hair out."

He laughed. "Noted," he said dryly. "You don't have to worry about that. This - Joe - it's unique. We wouldn't be able to have this with anyone else, man or woman, even if we wanted to. Which I don't," he added firmly.

I sighed and nestled against him. We both looked up when Joe came in, carrying three bottles of beer and a large bottle of water. I took a drink of water and then excused myself to the bathroom. Catching my reflection in the mirror, I stopped short at the sight: disheveled hair, smudged mascara, flushed face, swollen lips, glassy eyes...I looked like I'd had quite the night. I grinned and washed my face. I had, after all.

Returning to Joe's room, it struck me that I didn't feel self-conscious at all walking in and climbing into bed with them completely naked. Ben left to go to the bathroom and Joe stretched out his arm, his eyebrows raised questioningly. I smiled and came into his embrace, my head on his shoulder and one hand on his chest, tickling his soft hair. He covered the hand with his and planted a kiss on my forehead.

"Everything all right?" he asked quietly.

"Absolutely," I said with a grin. "How do you feel?" I looked at him apprehensively.

His eyes were closed and he had a satisfied smile on his face.

"I feel fucking fantastic," he declared.

He met my eyes and saw my worried expression. He kissed the tip of my nose and smiled tenderly at me.

"I just had mind-blowing sex with the most amazing woman I've ever known. I feel like the luckiest guy on the planet."

I blushed. "But -"

"Nope," he interrupted, closing his eyes again. "It was wonderful. You're wonderful. That's enough. More than enough."

After a moment he looked at me as if he could sense my apprehension.

"I promise you, kitten. It's all good."

He ran a hand through my hair and brought his other hand to my cheek, gently caressing my face with his thumb, staring at my mouth. His eyes met mine again and I saw tenderness and desire. I felt my breath catch in my throat and we moved to each other at the same time, our lips meeting softly at first before opening to each other. My body melted into his and he lowered his hand to my behind, pressing me to him.

"Joe," I whispered in a soft moan as we drew apart. "God, that mouth," I said in amazement, stroking his lip with a finger. "You should have to carry a license for those lips."

He let out a surprised laugh. "You are good for my ego, Chels." He hugged me.

Ben bounded into the room and jumped on the bed next to me. He snuggled up against my back and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"So..." Ben drawled. "Avocado?" he asked, pinching my behind.

Joe laughed and I gave a self-conscious giggle.

"It was the first thing I could think of that would be the absolute last thing anyone would want to hear during sex," I told them.

"Does that mean using food in bed is against the rules?" Joe teased.

"Food is fine," I said haughtily before giggling. "But I hate avocados."

We all chuckled softly and snuggled deeper under the covers together.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," Ben murmured in my ear.

"Goodnight, darling," Joe replied.

I burst out laughing and Ben playfully swatted the hand of Joe's that was resting on mine.

"Boys," I muttered, grinning. 

-

I woke to see that none of us had moved during the night. Ben was pressed against my back, his heavy weight telling me he was still deep asleep. My head was on Joe's arm and I realized he was stroking my hair. Opening my eyes slowly, I blinked up at him.

"Morning," he said with a smile.

"How long have you been up?" I asked, yawning.

"I don't know," he told me. "A little while."

"And here I've had you trapped."

I chuckled and propped myself up to release his arm. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to his chest.

"I didn't mind it," he murmured, stroking my back. "I loved watching you. You're beautiful even asleep."

I felt my face redden and looked away. He nudged my face up to meet his.

"It's true, kitten, don't be embarrassed."

I pressed my lips together. "It's - it's not that -" I stammered.

His thumb stroked my furrowed brow as he looked at me in concern. "What is it?"

I shifted my eyes but he was holding my face and I couldn't see Ben. I let out a small sigh.

"I just - I don't know...should you be - flirting with me?" I asked uncertainly.

His eyes widened slightly in surprise before crinkling as he smiled shyly.

"I don't know," he admitted with a laugh.

He smoothed my hair, looking at me thoughtfully. He exhaled slowly, seeming to come to a decision.

"Ben knows how I feel about you," he said, running a hand down my arm and taking my hand, his eyes lowered. "He - well, he told me not to hold anything back. That it would be pointless."

I couldn't help a smirk. Of course he did. I glanced over my shoulder at Ben, still asleep, one of his hands resting lightly on my waist. I shook my head fondly and met Joe's eyes.

"I just don't know how to act - how to respond to it, I guess," I said cautiously, staring at our hands.

Joe laced our fingers, stroking my palm with his thumb. I felt my breath quicken.

"I can't give you the answer to that," he said honestly in a quiet voice. "But I don't want you to act in any way that you don't want to, if that makes sense." He was silent until I met his gaze again. "I don't expect you to fall in love with me or anything, Chels. I know what you two have."

I bit my lip. "Joe -"

"It's okay," he interrupted calmly.

"It is not okay," I said fiercely. "You deserve to have this with someone who is yours - all yours," I tried to explain.

He smiled tenderly. "Maybe I will someday. I'm not worried about that right now. What I am worried about is how this might be confusing for you."

I squeezed my eyes shut, shaken that he knew me so well. I was confused. Ben's plan to have us date while he was away had succeeded in making me realize how much I liked Joe, but it hadn't made things any clearer for me in regards to how I felt about both of them, especially now that Joe and I had slept together. Could I fall in love with Joe? Probably, and very easily, I realized. My heart clenched. This kind of thing should be wrong - so wrong. I'd experimented a lot in college and in my early twenties and didn't regret any of the wild things I'd done, but I was a traditionalist at heart, I guess.

Joe hugged me, causing me to open my eyes. He was watching me sympathetically.

"Let's talk it out," he suggested. "Beyond anything, you and I are friends, right?"

I couldn't help giggling. "Very close friends," I said wryly, making him chuckle for a moment before growing serious.

"What are you thinking?" he asked, still stroking my hand.

I took a deep breath and exhaled, trying to sort out my thoughts as I concentrated on our hands.

"I'm thinking...I really care about you." I flicked my eyes to his briefly before lowering them. "And I really loved having sex with you," I added, in a low voice.

My body flushed as memories of the previous night flooded through my mind. His fingers twitched against mine in response.

"I'm thinking - I feel guilty." He pressed his hand against mine and I raised my eyes. "Well, maybe I feel like I should feel guilty, or more guilty. And maybe I feel bad that I don't feel worse about it - that I don't feel more guilty about wanting it to happen again. Wanting it to keep happening."

His lips parted slightly and I saw his chest heaving slightly. My heart was pounding in my chest and my own breathing sped up when I looked at his mouth. I swallowed and tore my eyes from his lips.

"I'm scared of what this could mean for me and Ben," I admitted. "Because it doesn't feel like what happened was wrong...but I don't know how to go about this with both of you, in the day to day, and...I don't know, it feels - selfish. Hell, even when I've dated casually I never had sex with more than one person at the same time - I mean, other than -" I stopped, my mouth snapping shut. I stared at his confused face for a moment before dropping my gaze.

"Other than what?"

I glanced at him in time to see his eyes widen as confusion was replaced by understanding and curiosity.

"You've had a threesome before?" he asked excitedly, his voice low.

I couldn't stop the nervous giggle. I nodded.

Joe sucked in his breath. "Christ," he breathed. "Does Ben know?"

I pressed my face to his chest, giggling. I nodded but he must not have seen it.

"Chels?" he asked in amusement.

Our eyes met and I giggled again when I saw his look of delight.

"Yeah, of course he knows," I said, grinning. "It was a few times, just after college. With a friend of mine, I've never been with two guys before."

Joe pressed his head back into his pillow, his eyes shut. "Fuck," he said heatedly.

"Joe -"

"You're going to have to give me a minute," he said. "I just - wow."

I snickered. "Boys," I said affectionately.

He let out a long breath before looking at me.

"Okay, later on, at some point - very soon, I hope - you'll have to tell me about it. Consider it my birthday and Christmas presents for the next decade." His eyes were twinkling. "Please," he begged.

I rolled my eyes, laughing. "I will," I promised.

He closed his eyes briefly. "Thank you, God."

"Jeez." I poked his side, shaking my head.

"Come on, you can't blame me, kitten," he told me, smiling happily.

"It was pretty hot," I couldn't help commenting, running a finger down his chest.

He grabbed my hand to stop me. "That's not playing fair."

"Sorry," I said, amused.

He cleared his throat and shook his head slightly.

"Okay, seriously now," he began. "I'm not going to tell you how to feel, but I don't want you to beat yourself up for this. We had an amazing night. I hope it happens again. And again. As far as how we act when, you know, we're fully dressed or out in public...I don't know. But I think if you put aside feeling like you're supposed to feel guilty or bad about it, you'll be able to figure that out - that it'll come naturally, however it's going to be, if you know what I mean."

"I guess," I said doubtfully.

My mind was still a jumble of emotions and questions. I had no idea how the everyday mechanics of this kind of three-person relationship would work.

"It'll be okay," he murmured, kissing my forehead.

I sighed and made the conscious decision to just believe him - both of them - that it would be okay and things would work themselves out. Glancing behind me again, I chuckled.

"He is such a heavy sleeper," I commented, looking back at Joe to see him watching me speculatively.

"Just how heavy a sleeper do you think he is?" he asked innocently, raising his eyebrows.

My mouth dropped open and I tickled him. He grabbed my hand and held my arms away from my body, his eyes traveling over my chest.

"He did say his only rule was when he was around," Joe said conversationally. "And he is right here."

I was laughing, both amused and aroused. Joe released one of my hands and I let it drop to his belly, my fingers teasing the trail of hair leading to his crotch, and I felt him growing harder against my hand. He sucked in his breath loudly, his eyes trained on mine.

"I've heard everything, you heathens."

The announcement came from behind me in a groan. Joe and I turned, laughing, to see Ben cover his head with a pillow. Meeting Joe's eyes, I grinned and tilted my head playfully toward Ben. His eyes gleamed with wicked glee and we both pounced on Ben. Joe held his shoulders down while I tickled him, Ben's legs flailing as he shouted. I couldn't stop giggling; Ben was the absolute opposite of a morning person. Ben growled and I tried to make amends by settling myself between his legs, teasing him with my lips. His hand instantly gripped in my hair.

"Jesus," he breathed as I took him deep in my mouth. "Avocado, Avocado!" he whined and I released him with a giggle.

He threw the pillow at us, opening his eyes.

"I need the bathroom. And then you will pay, young lady."

"Will waffles make up for it?" I called after him.

"It's a start," his voice came from the hallway.

Joe and I grinned at each other. He pulled on a pair of boxers and threw me a t-shirt from his drawer. It barely covered my ass and, noticing his heated eyes as I got out of bed, I guessed he chose it on purpose. We began making breakfast, soon realizing that Ben had gone back to sleep. It was almost like any other weekend morning, except that Joe stopped me every few minutes to kiss me, stroke my hair, or fondle my behind. I felt giddy and sexy, somehow ignoring the knowledge that this should be wrong. It didn't feel wrong. I couldn't stop the nagging thought that someday that feeling might change and one - or all - of us would regret it, but I managed to push that aside.

We ate at the table sharing the paper, as always. At one point I looked at him curiously.

"Joe?"

"Mm?" he replied absently.

"Did you really used to listen to us have sex?"

I was surprised that he didn't seem thrown by my question.

"Well, it was kind of hard to not hear it," he said, his eyes lingering on the paper before looking at me and grinning.

I punched his arm, but was laughing. I knew I was loud.

"I admit, I did sometimes...slow down if I was walking by Ben's room and heard you," he teased. He chuckled, shaking his head. "It figures that Ben knew. Christ, it's like he can read my mind."

"I know - God, how does he do that?" I asked rhetorically. "Do you want any more?" I asked, standing up with my plate.

He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me to him, his hand snaking under the shirt to cup my behind. Giving me a devilish smile, he bit my nipple through the t-shirt. I let out a yelp.

"More waffles?" I specified.

"Uh-uh." He shook his head, moving his mouth to my other breast and squeezing my ass.

"God," I said, laughing and stepping back.

I made a plate to take to Ben and kissed his face and chest until he stirred.

"Thanks," he said happily when I presented him with his breakfast. "You guys okay?" he asked casually as he ate.

I snuggled under the covers next to him, nodding.

"How much did you hear earlier?"

"When I woke up you were talking about your threesomes, so I'm guessing I missed a lot."

I snorted. "Not really."

"Did you tell him about them?" He asked with a grin.

Ben knew every detail of the handful of times my old roommate Janine and I had ended up together with a guy. I pretended to be amused by his interest in hearing me describe them - he asked often and I always obliged - but it was actually a turn on to talk about those experiences.

"No, not yet." I giggled.

"You are going to make him even crazier about you than he already is," Ben remarked.

I looked at him. "And you're sure you're okay with what happened - with how he might feel about me?"

"Babe." Ben stopped eating to give me a quick kiss, tasting of syrup. "Yes. Remember, I've known how he's felt about you for a lot longer than you have. It doesn't bother me."

I shook my head. "I still don't get it." Sighing, I added, "But, I guess I don't need to. If you guys tell me you're both okay, then I'm going to try to stop worrying about it." 

He smiled at me. 

"But, please just promise that you'll tell me if that changes. It's important, Ben."

"I promise." Ben nodded. He fed me a bite of his waffle. "You had a good time, right?"

"Yes," I said, my voice heavy with passion. He grinned. "I know, I know, you told me so."

He laughed and continued eating. When he was finished he put the plate on the nightstand and curled his body around mine.

"Remind me when your lease at your place is up?" he said drowsily.

I thought for a moment, trying to remember. "November fifteenth. Why?"

"Do you want to move in here when your lease runs out? I mean, officially?" he asked, smiling softly at me.

"You want me to move in?" I felt my face light up.

"Hell yes," he told me, giving me a long kiss. "Or we could find a bigger place. Maybe one with two bathrooms so you don't have to share with two gross boys."

I chuckled, marveling that the three of us now seemed to be a package deal.

"Though if we stayed here and split the rent three ways," Ben went on, our fingers entwining, "we would be able to save up to buy a place."

"Oh yeah?" I asked breathlessly, my stomach fluttering.

Despite my confusion about Joe, my uncertainty about things with me and Joe and Ben, discussing a combined future with Ben was thrilling.

"Would the three of us buy a place?" I asked, laughing.

Ben joined in my laughter. "I don't know. We could always rent out a room to him."

I was still laughing. "God, this is so - weird," I said.

"Maybe," Ben said, nuzzling my neck. "Maybe it should be, but it doesn't really feel that way."

"Yeah," I agreed half-heartedly, stroking his hands. "Did you ask Joe if it was okay for me to move in here?" I asked as the thought occurred to me.

Ben burst out laughing. "Right, because he'll mind."

"Mind what?"

We both looked up as Joe came in. Ben grinned and hugged me.

"I just asked Chelsea to move in here with us. She seems to think I should have asked you first."

Joe's face lit up and he joined us in bed. "Want to start getting your stuff today?"

I laughed. "Man, you guys know how to make a woman feel good."

"If last night didn't do that, then we have our work cut out for us," Joe scoffed.

-

We moved my things in gradually over the next two months. I sold most of my furniture, only keeping my favorite comfy reading chair and the armoire from my grandmother. Just as my things slowly assimilated into their apartment, I let myself adapt into this new emotional arrangement.

Things between the three of us evolved into a surprising cohesiveness; the biggest change being our level of intimacy and playfulness. Joe would touch or kiss me freely, flirting often. I was an affectionate person anyway, so hugging Joe or holding his hand, even standing with our arms around each other when out in public or with other people...I think it gave the impression of an extension of the closeness between him and Ben, an extension of the closeness between Ben and I.

I still watched the two of them closely, especially Joe, for any indications, but their friendship seemed stronger than ever. I wasn't always able to keep my concerns to myself but they didn't seem to mind reassuring me. It was a struggle not to dissect my own feelings too much. I tried to make a conscious effort to allow myself to feel whatever emotion came up without guilt. It wasn't difficult all the time, but there were moments when Joe and I were in each other's arms, sometimes when we just made eye contact across the table, that it felt like the rest of the world faded away. 




I Told You So Ch. 06



I didn't know what it meant. By this point I acknowledged that my feelings for him were very strong - I knew I loved him, but I didn't know if I was falling in love with him. I didn't even know if it was possible to be in love with two people simultaneously. I had to remind myself frequently to not worry about putting a label on it as long as we were all happy.

And I was happy.

The day that we moved the last of my things in, I was hanging the rest of my clothes in the closet when Ben announced he was making us dinner to celebrate. He left to get groceries and Joe wandered into the room to keep me company. When I went into the hallway with my empty suitcases, he followed to hoist them onto the tall shelf of the closet that I couldn't reach.

"Thanks," I said, placing my hand on his arm.

I'd meant it to be a quick touch but once our skin made contact it was as if we were two magnets, unable to pull apart. Our eyes met and I felt my pulse quicken, a tingle starting between my legs. I shook my head slightly, amazed at my reaction. Joe's lips parted and I could see he was dazed by his response as well.

"Chelsea," he said in a wavering voice.

My eyes widened. "I know," I whispered.

We came together instantly, my feet coming off the floor with the force of his embrace. Our mouths met fiercely, our teeth crashing into each other as our tongues searched for the other. I was whimpering, trying to get closer to him somehow. He grabbed one of my legs and hooked it around his waist. I wrapped my other leg around him and he carried me into his room. We tumbled onto the bed, our hands gripping each other's hair and shirts and arms. Joe shoved the front of my shirt down roughly, groaning when he saw that I wasn't wearing a bra. His teeth closed around a nipple roughly and I shrieked, pressing his head against me. 

An image of Ben suddenly flew into my mind and I started to push Joe away; we shouldn't be doing this when we were alone. But Joe cupped his hand between my legs, pressing the thin material of my leggings into me, and my mind went blank. My head was thrown back, my eyes closed, and I was crying out, unaware of him moving off me slightly, only focusing on his fingers pushing the fabric into my wetness. Then through my eyelids I saw the flash of light.

My eyes snapped open and I saw him holding his phone and grinning wickedly.

"What the hell?" I shouted, shocked and angry.

He flopped down next to me and showed me the picture. I sucked in my breath at the sight. The arch of my neck and my mouth open in pleasure was the focus but, while blurry, the image of my exposed breast was clearly visible. Although my eyes were closed, my arousal was obvious. I looked up at Joe who was staring not at the picture, but at me.

"You are the sexiest woman, kitten," he said seriously.

I blushed and looked at the photo for a moment before looking away, overwhelmed. I saw his fingers start typing and grabbed wildly for the phone.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I hissed.

He slipped an arm around me and held the phone in front of us so I could watch him. He was sending the picture to Ben. My stomach tilted, thrilled and excited but also nervous.

Hurry home, was the message he attached to the picture.

We lay there, our eyes wide and trained on the phone, panting, our bodies wound tight.

Fuck, came the response.

We laughed breathlessly, not moving our eyes from the screen. We both gasped when the next text came in.

Go ahead and get started.

I lifted my eyes slowly to meet Joe's, holding my breath. We stared at each other for ages. I watched his hand reach slowly for my cheek, stroking my face with his thumb. He was just starting to put the phone down when it buzzed, making us jump.

Call me and turn the speaker on.

I clapped a hand over my mouth in astonishment. Joe froze in shock for a moment before chuckling quietly and dialing Ben, throwing the phone on the bed next to us. He dived onto me, his mouth at my breast again. I couldn't hear if Ben said anything when he picked up, but I couldn't have held back if I wanted to. I immediately cried out, my hands gripping Joe's hair. I felt his growl vibrate against my skin, his hands dragging my leggings down my hips and I moaned. My hands clutched at his back, pulling his shirt up. He drew away slightly to yank it off and I lunged for him, biting his chest, my nails digging into his back.

He inhaled sharply. "Fuck," he cried out, whipping my shirt off my head in one quick motion.

Our hands met at his jeans, shoving them and his boxers onto the floor. He covered my body with his, pushing me into the mattress and I squealed in surprise, then moaned when I felt his hardness against me.

"Christ, Chelsea," he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut.

He opened them slowly and moved his gaze over my body. His tongue trailed up my neck to my ear and I moaned again.

"What do you want me to do, kitten?" he whispered teasingly. 

He drew back with a quick glance at the phone inches from our heads. 

"Tell me what you want me to do to you," he said suggestively, pressing his groin into me.

My head came back and I gripped his behind. Joe wasn't normally talkative like this, so I knew it was for Ben's benefit.

"Tell me, kitten," he said firmly, his hips pushing harder against me. "You're so wet, Chels. God," he moaned. "So hot and wet. You look so fucking sexy right now."

"Joe," I cried, unable to say anything else.

"Tell me what you want, honey," he continued, his jaw clenched in his struggle to restrain himself. He began circling his hips. "I'll do whatever you want, but you have to tell me."

I writhed against him, squeezing his butt cheeks, whimpering and gasping. His hips stopped abruptly and he grabbed my hands, holding my wrists down on the bed. He leaned in and swiped his tongue across my bottom lip, but held back from kissing me. The only sound in the room was my ragged breathing. He moved my wrists up so they were near my shoulders, gripping them tightly so I couldn't move my arms.

"Say it," he commanded, his tone more forceful than I'd ever heard it.

I watched him with wide eyes. What I wanted was him inside me. But I couldn't bring myself to say that - to do that - without Ben with us, not even with him listening and approving.

"Say it," he repeated warningly, his voice almost threatening.

"Lick me," I finally gasped, my desire overpowering any shyness or uncertainty. "I want your tongue inside me, Joe."

His eyes widened in surprised arousal and his nostrils flared.

"I want your tongue and your fingers inside me," I went on, my voice frantic. "I want you to make me come with your mouth while Ben listens."

His grip on my wrists tightened. "Christ," he muttered, his eyes glassy.

"Do it," I ordered fiercely, bucking my hips against him. "Do it," I begged. "Make me come."

He growled, applying more pressure to my arms for a moment, his eyes burning into mine. 

"You are so fucking hot," he told me before moving down my body.

He released my wrists and gripped my thighs, holding my hips down as his tongue ran the length of my opening, circling my clit. I tangled my fingers in his hair and let out a shriek.

"Fuck!" I cried out.

I couldn't pay attention to what he was doing to me, the pleasure was building in such a rapid crescendo that I just closed my eyes, pulled on his hair, and heard myself scream and cry out. I knew I was babbling, possibly words of encouragement or maybe a string of curses - I had no idea. The climax rushed through me, my entire body shuddering with release, my heart pounding so loudly that my ears started ringing. 

Through it all, Joe didn't stop. Moaning against me, his tongue and lips playing me like a master musician with his prized instrument, he brought me to the peak over and over and over again until I was a pool of jelly, whimpering but not letting go of my hold on his head. I felt a sharp pressure just under my pelvis and knew his fingers were against my g-spot. My hips flew off the bed and I screamed, clenching my thighs around his hand.

"Fuck, Joe! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, god damn," I heard myself shout.

I finally had to push him away, curling into myself for a moment as I panted and tried to catch my breath. I felt Joe behind me and clutched his arms around me, pressing his hands to my breasts.

"Jesus H. Christ," I said loudly, only now noticing the phone was right next to my head.

"My God, Chelsea," Joe said thickly, his voice shaking.

Something in his tone spurred me on and I flipped over, pressing him to his back. I kissed him deeply, drinking my taste from his mouth. His hands were on my behind, his fingers pinching into the flesh. I sat up suddenly and tugged at him.

"Sit on the edge of the bed," I said urgently, pulling his arms in my impatience.

He seemed to move slowly as he looked at me in awe. I knelt between his legs and plunged my mouth over his straining erection. His hands gripped the sides of my head and he cursed loudly. I bobbed over him frantically before steadying my movements, my fervor waning into a low throb that I knew was only temporary. I pulled my mouth off him with an audible pop and met his eyes.

"I want you to come for me," I said in a low voice, stroking his length.

He groaned, then swore when I dropped a hand between my legs. I dipped my fingers inside and then brought the hand to his cock, lubricating him.

"Fucking hell, Chels," he declared. He glanced back at the phone and moved it closer to us. "Chelsea just stuck her hand in her pussy and covered my cock with her juice, Ben. She is the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen." His eyes bored into mine as he spoke.

It was possibly the crudest thing I've ever heard said about me, but the arousal was coursing through me like a freight train, and the words made me growl and bite Joe's inner thigh. I wondered if Ben had left the store by now and hoped he wasn't listening to this while driving. Picturing his response to hearing us was incredibly salacious and I took Joe in my mouth, sucking him with hunger. Fondling his balls, I moaned around him and he swore again. I replaced my mouth with my hand, cupping his crown in my hand and circling my palm over the tip.

"I am going to make you come so hard," I said distinctly, wanting Ben to hear me. Joe's hands fisted in my hair. "I'm going to make you explode."

I swept my tongue around his testicles before running it the length of him, staring into his eyes.

"Do you want to come in my mouth?" I asked conversationally. "Or do you want to come on my breasts?"

Joe's mouth moved but no words came out, his eyes glazed.

"Tell me," I said with a slow grin. "Say it," I demanded, squeezing him.

Joe exhaled in a hiss. "Damn, woman," he growled. 

He grabbed my shoulders, pulling me to him forcefully until our eyes were level. 

"I want both," he said fiercely before impaling me with his tongue.

He broke the kiss almost immediately and shoved my head back down between his legs with an aggression that thrilled me. His hand moved to my neck, fisting in my hair again, holding me to him as his hips moved slightly to meet my mouth. I cupped his balls and was just starting to feel them contract when there were hands on my hips pulling me up to my knees.

"Fuck," I heard Ben's voice behind me gasp, his fingers between my legs.

My eyes flew open and I looked up at Joe. He was leaning back, resting on his arm, his head thrown back and his eyes closed. Ben pushed into me in one deep thrust and I squealed around Joe. I watched his head come forward and knew that he and Ben had made eye contact. 

Ben started pumping into me and I pushed back into him, our movements making my head bob onto Joe. Ben's hands were kneading into my behind and then gripping my waist as his hips flew into me. Joe tightened his fingers in my hair and began pushing his hips toward me in perfectly timed movements to Ben's thrusts. I felt the sharp tingling warmth begin and my mouth opened wider as I began crying out around Joe. One of my hands was clutching his thigh to steady myself, the other stroking him rapidly.

"I'm going to come," Joe shouted, pushing my head away.

Ben wrapped an arm around my waist to pull me against his chest, changing the angle of his thrusts. Joe covered my hand with his and we stroked him together, his features crumpling as his orgasm began. Ben's fingers found my nipple and pinched roughly. I heard him yell my name just before his teeth found my shoulder blade. Joe muttered a string of curses as the first drops hit my chest. I cried out when my climax peaked, watching the spurts dapple my breasts. 

My release was ending and I dropped my head forward to swallow the rest, Ben's final thrust propelling my head into Joe's crotch. I gently licked and cleaned Joe, my hands trembling on his thighs. He had fallen back onto the bed, his chest heaving so much he was shaking the mattress. Ben was pressed against me, his weight a comforting pressure, his penis still pulsing inside me.

I let out a long, low groan, and slid to the floor in a puddle at Joe's feet.

I was barely able to feel Ben's arms around me, lifting me onto the bed, but I felt their bodies press around me and murmured happily, my eyes still closed.

"I'm glad you didn't get into an accident listening to that," I mumbled to Ben, my hand finding his leg and stroking him.

He chuckled into my hair. "I wasn't listening," he said quietly.

"What?" Joe and I spoke at the same time.

I opened my eyes to look at Ben cautiously. "You weren't?"

Ben gave us a mischievous grin and sprung out of bed, returning with his phone. He clicked a few buttons and in the next moment I heard my voice crying out. Then Joe's demanding voice, followed by me telling him what to do. Then...just moans and screams of pleasure. A second ago I had been completely satiated but now felt a rush of heat between my legs. I looked at Ben, my mouth open.

"I sent it to voicemail," he said unnecessarily. "Now we'll have it for eternity." His eyes were crinkled in amusement.

I couldn't help giggling. "Turn it off!" I shouted.

"Why?" Ben teased. "It sounds so fucking hot."

"Yeah, but unless you guys bounce back much quicker than usual, you're going to have to turn it off. Otherwise it's just mean to tease," I said wickedly.

They laughed and Ben turned off the voicemail. He rested his head on the bed facing mine, cupping my face.

"I love you, Chelsea," he said softly, giving me a sweet, lingering kiss.

I ran a finger across his bottom lip. "I love you, too," I whispered, staring into his eyes.

Joe planted a kiss on my shoulder blade but I couldn't bring myself to face him. The memory of our moment in the hallway popped into my head and despite how enjoyable the resulting adventure had been, something about it made me uneasy. Discovering Ben hadn't been listening after all was also unsettling. I was unable to pinpoint the reason, but I couldn't look Joe in the eyes yet.

I excused myself to shower, grateful that neither of them offered to join me. When I stepped out of the tub, Ben surprised me by handing me a warm towel fresh from the dryer. I gasped in delight.

"Oh, thank you," I said with a sigh, dreamily wrapping myself up in it.

He smiled, rubbing the towel over me.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked when he started toweling my hair.

I looked at him in surprise. "How do you do that?" I asked fondly.

He gave me a hug. "I know you, sweetheart. And you do the same for me," he added matter-of-factly.

He wrapped the towel around me efficiently and led me to our room, closing the door behind us. Seating me on the edge of the bed, he knelt behind me and started combing my hair.

"Talk to me," he implored.

We were facing the mirror and I met his gaze in our reflection. He smiled affectionately.

"It's okay, you can say anything to me."

I sighed. "I'm - a little confused, I guess."

He nodded. "About Joe?"

"I guess." I looked at him curiously. "Why didn't you listen to us?"

He looked surprised for a moment before shrugging.

"I didn't want to walk around the grocery store bursting out of my pants," he said with a grin. "And I knew if I started listening it would take me that much longer to get back here, so I just sent it to voicemail and rushed home."

He saw my worried look.

"Is that what's bothering you?"

"Partly," I said in a small voice. "It feels like I was cheating."

"Sweetheart," he said in concern, wrapping his arms around me. "You weren't. I knew what you were doing. Hell, I told you to," he added, resting his chin on my shoulder and looking at me in the mirror.

"Chelsea," he said, turning me to face him. "I promise you, if I'd had a problem with it, I would have said so."

"I know," I told him, and I did know that.

"I won't do that again if you don't want me to," he said, studying my eyes.

I shrugged. I couldn't help a small smile. "It would be pretty hot to hear it," I said, sneaking a glance at him.

He hugged me again, laughing. "It was. I listened to it twice while you were showering."

I giggled. "Did you play it for Joe?"

"Hell no," he said with a smile. "That was for me."

He knelt behind me again, going to work on my tangles and I tried to relax. I bit my lip, looking at my hands. 

"I just - I didn't expect that to happen while you were gone," I told him earnestly. "I don't want it to seem like I - either of us - that we were waiting for you to leave so we could jump each other or something."

"I don't think that, babe," Ben assured me.

I nodded, still avoiding looking at him.

"That's not everything, though, is it?" he asked quietly. "Tell me," he urged gently.

I took a deep breath. "There was - a moment. In the hallway. That started it...and I - I guess my reaction surprised me."

"How much you wanted him?" Ben asked after a short silence.

"Yeah," I whispered. "It was...intense." 

I peeked at his reflection to see him nodding. He glanced at me and saw me watching him. He smiled comfortingly.

"I know you guys have chemistry. You have a connection. I knew it before this whole thing started."

My brow wrinkled and I looked down.

"Chels, it's okay," he said comfortingly. "I understand. I mean, obviously I get how he could feel that way about you." He smiled again. "And I see how you could feel that for him, too."

"But - what does it mean?" I asked desperately. "How can I feel this way about him when I'm in love with you?" I blinked, feeling tears starting. I swallowed. "Ben, what if - what if I fall in love with him?" I asked in horror.

He sat next to me and drew me into his lap.

"Would that be such a bad thing?" he asked softly, stroking my hair. "I think you might already be in love with him, anyway."

"But how is it possible?" I whispered, clutching his arms. "And what if -" I broke off in a sob. "What if - if -"

"What if you decide that it's Joe you want to be with instead of me?" Ben asked, correctly guessing my fear.

I stared at him, terrified. He smiled softly and gave me a light kiss.

"Chelsea, if that happens, then Joe will be the luckiest guy in the world," he said, not without sadness. "And I would do my best to be happy for both of you."

I was astounded and I knew my face reflected it.

"But - I don't want that to happen!" I said vehemently. "I want you! And I want to keep wanting you. What if we're fucking everything up?"

"Sweetheart," Ben said calmly, taking my hands in his. "You want me. You love me. Right now, at this moment, and for the foreseeable future, you want to spend your life with me. Am I correct?"

"Yes," I said, cupping his face in my hands. "Yes. I love you, Ben."

"And I love you. And I plan on spending my life with you. And that's all that matters. As far as I'm concerned, you and Joe can be in love too, and he'll always be a part of our relationship in some way. I don't feel like it's hurting what you and I have."




I Told You So Ch. 06



"How can you make it all sound so...rational?" I asked in frustration. "How can you not be worried about my feelings for him and what it could mean...what could happen?"

He smirked. "I just don't see the point in worrying about something that hasn't happened - something I don't think is likely to happen. And what we all have feels...natural to me. But -" He took a deep breath. "Chels, if you want this to stop, you just have to say the word. We'll both understand. You know that, right?"

I nodded. "Maybe that's the problem," I said despondently. "I don't want it to stop." I forced myself to keep my eyes on his. "I do want him. And I hate that I feel that way - isn't it wrong?"

"No," Ben said firmly. "Maybe it's not traditional or conventional, but I don't think it's wrong. I think if you get past what you think the socially dictated response should be - let go of thinking you should be feeling guilty or bad about it, you'll be able to handle loving both of us without torturing yourself like this."

I sighed. "Joe said something like that to me after that first night," I told him. "I wish I could be like you two and compartmentalize like that. Stupid estrogen."

Ben chuckled. "It's the estrogen that we love about you." He kissed me. "Listen, I feel like it's good advice, if you think you can do it. But if it's too difficult for you to let that go, then we stop. Really."

I leaned into his chest, wrapping my arms around him.

"Just think about it," he murmured, stroking my back.

"I will." I let out a long breath. "But we don't have to stop while I'm thinking about it, right?" I couldn't help asking.

Ben snorted and drew back to look at me. "God, I love you. You're a wanton, sexy, fantastic woman."

I smiled, looking away.

"I mean it, babe," he said, forcing my face up. "You're adventurous and hot and open to almost anything. It's exciting just being around you." 

His eyes grew heated as he spoke and we met for a deep kiss. 

"But you're so much more than that," he said, caressing my cheek. "You're everything a guy could want - smart and witty and caring. I'm so lucky."

Warmth spread through my chest in an intense pressure that made it difficult to speak.

"I'm the lucky one," I whispered, wishing I had his eloquence. "I don't want to lose you, Ben. You're everything to me."

He hugged me tightly. "You don't have to worry about losing me," he said, his voice muffled by my hair. "We're going to be fine - more than fine. I promise you."

"Okay," I said, feeling better. "I look forward to when you'll say I told you so about this too." I smiled and kissed him.

He laughed and I pulled him to his feet.

"Now, get in the kitchen," I said, slapping his behind. "You promised us dinner."

"Yes, ma'am!" He grinned and left the room.

I was in the bathroom drying my hair when Joe appeared in the doorway.

"Do you need me to get out?" I asked, turning off the hair dryer.

He shook his head. "Can we talk?"

"Sure," I replied hesitantly.

He closed the door behind him and sat on the edge of the tub. I watched him warily.

"Are we okay?" he asked quietly.

My lips parted in surprise. "What did Ben tell you?" I asked curiously.

"Nothing at first, but I kept bugging him," Joe said sheepishly. "I knew something had upset you. He just said you were a little freaked out that he didn't listen to us, that you were afraid it would seem like you were cheating." He watched me expectantly.

I nodded, twisting the dryer cord in my fingers. "Yeah, a little. That's not really the whole of it, though, I guess."

Joe was silent, letting me gather my thoughts.

I met his eyes. "That - moment," I began. "In the hallway..."

It was as if I were watching the memory flash through his mind. His eyes darkened and I could see the pulse beating in his throat. I looked down, nodding.

"That was one hell of a moment," he said wryly, his voice thick.

"Yeah." I let out a shaky laugh. "I guess it's still hard for me to figure out how to deal with this. I really don't want things to change between Ben and me. But - it's confusing. My feelings for Ben...and my feelings for you -"

He stood abruptly, startling me. "How do you feel about me?" His voice was low.

I looked at him, my eyes wide, my mouth opening to speak but no words came.

"Because I love you, Chelsea," he said softly. "And I love what we have together. What we all have," he added. "And I don't want things to change for you and Ben, either."

I knew my mouth was still open in shock and that I probably looked idiotic but I was too paralyzed to move.

"I don't want you to feel guilty. About any of it." He studied me carefully, his hand rising to stroke my cheek. "Do you think you can do that?"

"M-maybe," I stammered. "I'll try."

He smiled sweetly. "I won't force you to answer my question, that wasn't fair of me. But I did want you to know - I mean, I know you already probably knew. But I wanted to say the words. Because I do love you."

"Joe," I whispered, shutting my eyes.

I felt his lips on mine briefly. I opened my eyes when he pulled away. Without thinking I wrapped my arms around him for a hug. His locked his arms around me, one hand cradling my head.

"I don't want things to change for you and me, either," I said. I rested my chin on his chest and looked up at him. "Any of it," I added heatedly.

He grinned in surprise. "Good."



I Told You So Ch. 07



Christmas was coming up, and I was joining Ben at his parents' house for the holiday. Joe's family was a regular fixture at Ben's, so we would all be spending the holidays together, though not as together as we were accustomed, obviously. A few nights before we were scheduled to leave town, I arrived home from some last minute shopping to find both of them waiting for me excitedly.

"What's going on?" I asked tentatively, looking from one to the other. They were grinning and looked almost frantic.

"We have a surprise for you," Ben said, taking the bags from my hands.

"Oh?" I said warily.

Ben smiled and embraced me, hugging me tightly before giving me a long, deep kiss that left me breathless. He spun me around before I could recover and Joe gathered me in his arms, his kiss warm and sweet. When he released me I wobbled a bit on my feet.

"Well," I said, stunned.

Joe grinned and disappeared into the kitchen, returning with a glass of wine. Ben scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the bathroom, where the tub was filled with bubbles and rose petals. There was soft music playing on the radio and several candles flickering. My gasp echoed in the small room.

"What -" I started.

Ben stopped me with a kiss and lowered me to my feet. Joe put the wine glass down and they began undressing me.

"What," I said again, unable to form words. "You guys," I protested mildly.

"Hush, we want to pamper you," Joe said firmly.

I was too shocked to even smile, so I just stood there as they removed each piece of clothing delicately, their hands roaming over my skin in gentle caresses. They continued exploring my body long after I was naked until I began giggling. Ben looked at me, pretending to be stern.

"Sorry," I said. "You've both been very thorough - I don't think you missed any clothes."

Joe snorted and pinched my bottom. They each took a hand to help me into the tub. I sighed as I reclined. The water was hot and slightly oily, feeling luxurious against my skin. Ben placed a rolled up towel behind my neck and dropped a kiss on my forehead. Joe handed me the glass of wine.

"My God," I murmured, closing my eyes. "Christmas came early."

They both chuckled.

"Let us know when you're ready to get out," Ben told me, smiling suggestively at me.

He leaned down to kiss me before looking deep into my eyes.

"And get ready while you're in here," he whispered, his lips tickling my ear. "Tonight we're both going to be inside you at the same time."

He drew back to hold my gaze, watching his words sink in. My mouth dropped open as they walked out of the room. I felt the heat on my cheeks quickly spreading to the rest of my body. 

Both...at the same time... 

I could feel my heart racing. Ben and I had had anal sex several times by now and it was always stupendous. It was something we saved as a special treat of sorts. My thighs clenched together involuntarily at the thought of Joe being inside me while Ben was behind me and I was suddenly so aroused my hands started shaking, spilling some wine into the bath.

I took my time in the tub, washing myself carefully and shaving without managing to nick myself with my tremulous hands. My own touch was spurring my desire and I had to refrain from pleasuring myself, knowing that prolonging my torture would make tonight that much more gratifying.

I was just getting ready to call out to them when there was a soft knock and the door opened a crack.

"Did you fall asleep, kitten?" Joe sounded amused.

"I'm done," I said, laughing.

Joe was carrying a towel warmed in the dryer and Ben had a silky robe flung over his arm. I stood up and they both gaped at me.

"Wow," Joe whispered.

"You look like a goddess," Ben said, his eyes devouring me.

They helped me out and dried me, covering me in a light layer of body oil that had a faint floral scent. Ben wrapped the robe around me, tying the belt. They both looked at me when I started chuckling.

"It seems silly to put clothes on me at this point," I remarked.

"Good point," Joe said, untying the belt with a flick of his wrist.

The robe dropped open and they stared openly at me. Ben swallowed and took my hand.

"Come on," he said weakly.

I was surprised when they led me to the living room. They had pushed the furniture back and covered the floor in more blankets and pillows than I thought we owned. The lights were dimmed and there were candles covering every flat surface in the room. There was a chilled bottle of champagne on a side table and a bowl of strawberries.

"Wow," I said, looking around.

My gaze came back to them and smirked at their gleeful expressions. They really did seem like kids on Christmas morning.

"You guys have gone a little heavy on the romance considering the debauchery you have planned," I teased.

I ran a hand over each of their chests. They were shirtless but both in jeans. My arms moved sluggishly and I felt heady as if I were drunk when in reality I'd only had a little wine.

"And you are both considerably overdressed," I added.

Ben grinned and grabbed my hand from his chest, pressing it to his lips. Joe stood behind me, fondling me. Together they lowered me onto the pillows, each stroking my body as they stood up again. Joe poured the champagne and Ben fed me a strawberry, surprising me with a bowl of melted chocolate to dip it in. I leaned back, a glass in one hand, strawberry in the other, and regarded them.

"Take off your pants," I demanded softly.

I decided if I ever got tired of watching them get undressed, I would have to get my head examined by a medical professional. I darted my eyes back and forth between them as they each undid their jeans, watching their fingers slowly unzip them, their hands pushing them down their legs. I smiled approvingly and adjusted myself on the pillows, some chocolate dripping onto my chest. Instead of wiping it up, I looked at them invitingly.

"Christ," Joe gasped.

Ben didn't speak, but was at my side in an instant to clean me up. Joe joined him and we made quick work of the food, using the strawberries to paint chocolate on each other before cleaning it off. I fed them by holding a berry in my lips, each bite ending in a toe-curling kiss. By the time Joe cleared the dishes I was panting and hungry for them. I realized I wasn't alone when I saw them taking in the sight of me sprawled back on the pillows, my hair splayed out, my face flushed.

I reached out for Ben, tugging him next to me. He looked into my eyes for a long moment before kissing me, his tongue dancing and teasing around mine. My hands ran down his body, searching for him. I sighed against his lips when I felt the silken heat of him, hard as steel in my hand. I circled the tip with my tongue, swirling it around him as far down as I could go, before withdrawing and plunging my mouth over him. His hand rested on the nape of my neck, his breath coming in loud gasps.

I felt my legs being nudged apart and Joe's lips were kissing up my thighs. My cheeks suctioned around Ben when Joe's tongue touched me. I heard Ben's breath leave him in a rush. I glanced at Joe to see him watching me and I took Ben deep into my throat. Joe groaned, the vibrations making me gasp around Ben. Joe's fingers entered me and I gripped Ben tighter, moaning around him and causing his hips to jerk. My orgasm came quickly, surprising me, and I did my best not to let go of Ben.

When my breathing steadied, I lurched toward Joe, attacking him with my mouth, wanting to taste myself on him. I flattened my body on his, my nails raking his skin as our tongues lashed against each other. I felt Ben on my back, caressing me, his gentle touch contrasted by the possessive bites he was placing on my neck and shoulders.

"God, babe," he groaned. "I need to be inside you," he gasped, shoving himself off me and pulling my hips toward him.

My knees were on the floor, straddling Joe's legs, when Ben entered me. He moved agonizingly slowly until he was inside me completely. Hunched over my back, he rolled my nipples between his fingers, withdrawing. He slammed into me and pinched my nipples at the same time. The movement was so unexpected that I fell forward into Joe with a satisfied shriek. He gripped my shoulders and leaned up to kiss me. I trailed nibbles and bites down his body until I arrived at his firm erection. Bracing my arms on him, I took him in my hands and mouth, Ben's thrusts propelling me onto Joe.

I could barely concentrate on what I was doing to Joe. Ben was determinedly pushing into me as if in a frenzy. Not able to keep my eyes open, I just tried to keep my hands and mouth on whatever part of Joe I could. Joe scrambled up to his knees in front of me so I could rest my weight on my elbows and free my hands to stroke him. My mouth found him again and I took him as deep as I could just as I felt the telltale fluttering start. I whimpered around Joe and felt Ben's hand slide from my waist to my belly until it was between my legs, pinching my clitoris. I jerked back into him and dropped a hand to the floor to steady myself, stroking Joe with my other hand.

Joe cupped my chin to raise me up to him, kissing me as I cried out into his mouth. Ben was thrusting into me, his hand still on my clit. I propped myself up with a hand on Joe's neck, my other hand gripping his cock. My body stilled for a moment before I came in a shuddering explosion with Joe gripping my chin and staring into my face. Ben didn't slow down at all, and I dropped forward as I came down from my climax, my mouth finding Joe's hard cock again. Resting on my elbows, I cupped his balls and stroked him with my tongue. I felt pressure begin in my behind and knew that Ben was inserting his thumb, slowly and gradually working his way in. I squealed around Joe and he cursed, fisting my hair. There was a small popping sensation and I knew Ben had his thumb inside me. I moaned, my eyes rolling back as another orgasm started.

"My God," Joe said in astonishment. "I can feel you coming from here."

"You feel - so - fucking - good, Chels," Ben cried out, punctuating each word with a deep thrust.

My head dropped to the pillows on the floor as my climax waned, my arms and legs too shaky to hold myself up any longer. Joe lay down and took me into his arms, and I felt Ben behind me. Turning, I reached for Ben's face and brought him to me for a long kiss, trying to thank him with my lips since I had no words. We stared at each other for a moment, both overcome by the intensity of my orgasms. I watched as his awe turned into hunger.

"Are you ready?" he asked seductively, running a hand down my spine, making me arch toward him.

I nodded, still speechless. He smiled and kissed me softly before turning me to Joe. I settled my legs on either side of Joe's thighs, his fingers pressed into my waist. I met Joe's lips, his sweet tongue working its magic once again until I was moaning and whimpering. He lifted my hips without breaking the kiss, and he bounced against my clit before finding his goal. I slid onto him easily and we swallowed each other's groans as our bodies met. My hands on his chest, I arched away from him, circling my hips and relishing the feeling of him deep inside me.

"Oh my God," Joe whispered, entranced.

I felt Ben behind me but he didn't touch me. My head fell back as my hips continued undulating and I met Ben's eyes, his arousal obvious even though I was looking at him upside down. He kissed me, bumping his penis against my behind. I could tell it was slick with lube and I shuddered. I lowered myself to Joe's chest, overwhelmed by anticipation.

"I need you, Ben," I said in a throaty moan.

I heard him breathing heavily behind me, his fingers kneading my butt cheeks, his fingers opening me up for him.

"Hold still for a sec, guys," Ben gasped.

I felt the pressure of his crown at my small hole and tensed automatically, gripping Joe's hand against my chest. No matter how often we did this, it was always slow going at first, but that was part of the delicious torment for me. Ben massaged my ass, slowly pushing into me. Joe was staring at my face in a kind of astonished wonder. Ben grabbed Joe's free hand and placed it on my breast, guiding him in fondling and squeezing it before replacing his hand on my behind. Joe understood quickly, stroking me and encouraging my body to relax to let Ben in. 

Soon the head of Ben's penis broke through the resistance and he and I let out satisfied gasps. I found Joe's mouth and he responded to my silent plea, lessening any remaining tension with those lips of his, while Ben held himself still. I lifted my chest from Joe's slightly, letting Ben know I was ready. His hands pressed into my hips as he started to move slowly into me.

"Touch her clit, buddy," Ben ordered through clenched teeth.

His command combined with the friendly endearment struck me funny. I couldn't help the giggle even as I moaned in anticipation of Joe's fingers on me. Ben slapped my behind but I heard him give a low chuckle.

"Buddy," I mumbled, biting Joe's chest.

Joe grinned, his hand trailing down my body until it arrived at its destination. He pressed his finger to me firmly, moving it gently from side to side. With his hardness pulsing inside me and his finger stimulating me, my hips rocked on their own, easing Ben's entry. I focused on nothing but the intense sensations between my legs, unable to comprehend the delicious combination of pain and pleasure of the two of them filling me. When I felt Ben's pubic hair tickle my behind and I knew he was inside me completely, I spasmed around both of them involuntarily, crying out.

"Okay?" Ben gasped.

I answered in a drawn out moan, collapsing on Joe's chest, trapping his hand between us.

"I think that's a yes," Joe said in a shaky voice.

"Jesus, this feels amazing," Ben said, stroking my back. His voice was choked. "Let us know when you're ready, babe."

I couldn't speak, so after allowing myself a few moments of just feeling them inside me, I lifted myself off Joe's chest and rocked my hips back. My muscles contracted immediately and I sucked in my breath.

"Fuck," I cried out. I clutched Joe's chest, my body convulsing. "Fuck!"

"Oh, Christ," Joe exclaimed, looking at me with wide eyes. "Are you coming? Already?" he asked unnecessarily as my inner walls clenched and released around him.

Ben laughed softly behind me. "That's my girl," he murmured, his tongue sweeping the length of my neck.

"Oh my God," I shouted, my hips rocking against them. "Oh my God oh my God oh my God," I cried out in a rush, my words barely registering. "Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck, Jesus fucking Christ!"

I shrieked, then stopped breathing for a second, my body rigid. They held themselves still and I knew they were both watching me closely. My head flew back and I screamed out in satisfaction.

"Fucking Christ," I yelled. "Don't stop!" I demanded.

They both chuckled.

"Babe, we haven't even started," Ben said, his voice playfully threatening me.

"Ohhhhhh," I moaned, my head dropping to my chest. "Then hurry up and join me," I gasped.

It was as if I unleashed two wild beasts. I heard groans and growls and didn't know who was making which noises. They began moving inside me in unison, starting slowly before gaining momentum, their hands roaming my body. Ben pushed me onto Joe's chest, his hand on my back preventing me from doing anything other than take their onslaught. I squeezed my eyes shut, reveling in being completely filled, feeling their balls bouncing against each other as they slapped against my body. 

I wondered what it felt like for them, if they could feel the other against the wall separating them, and the thought brought me to the cliff's edge again. They were holding me down so firmly I could only roll my head from side to side as I screamed and growled.

They slowed when my orgasm ended, stroking me gently as I shuddered and tried to regain my breathing. Joe kissed me sweetly, his fingers tangled in my hair. He pushed me back and Ben's arm came around my waist, his mouth on my neck and ear. I inhaled sharply at the sensation caused by the change in our positions. 

"Oh my God, you guys," I panted. "This is - I just - it feels so -" I couldn't complete a thought.

"I know," Ben said, his voice stunned.

I looked at Joe and saw his amazed expression. His eyes were focused over my shoulder and I knew they were making eye contact. I smiled. I turned my head and Ben's lips found mine, kissing me deeply before pushing me back onto Joe's chest. They began thrusting more quickly, now alternating their strokes. Ben's hands were on my behind guiding my movements and I felt Joe's hands join his, both of them directing my body. I covered their hands with one of my own, three sets of fingers tangling together. 

My eyes drifted shut almost dreamily despite the animalistic fucking. There was a tightness in my stomach, a desire to have them peak together, with me, and at the same time a longing for this to go on and on without end. I let myself go, another climax starting, not thinking about the sounds I was making, just listening closely for the inevitable sounds of their release.

When it happened, I was still unprepared. I had either been having one long, continuous orgasm or several that just crested over one another until my moans and screams turned into whimpers. But when they joined me my voice found renewed strength and I cried out with encouraging words until they were both shouting and slamming into me, our combined climaxes surrounding us with sparks of electricity and bursts of white, burning light.

We lay in a pile of panting, sweaty bodies. Soon the adrenaline hit me and I started giggling uncontrollably. Ben rolled off me and collapsed next to us. Joe turned us so that I was sandwiched between them. I heard Ben start chuckling. I glanced at him, our laughter increasing once our eyes met. Joe exhaled loudly and I turned to see him regarding us with his eyebrows raised.

"Really?" he asked, trying not to smile. "The most incredible sex ever, and you guys are laughing?"

His mock outrage made me giggle even harder. I covered my mouth with my hand, starting to hyperventilate. Ben slipped his arms around me, his hands resting on Joe's shoulders. I felt him give a deep, satisfied sigh and my humor abated. Joe moved one of his arms under my shoulders, his hand resting behind Ben's head. I smiled, a hand on each of their hips.

"Thanks," I murmured drowsily.

I felt their bodies flutter with laughter.

"My pleasure," Joe said meaningfully, running a finger down my body, stopping to circle my nipple.

"Indeed," Ben said, his lips teasing my earlobe.

None of us moved for so long that I thought they had both fallen asleep when Ben rested his head on mine, bringing his hand to my cheek.

"I love you, sweetheart," he whispered.

"Mm, I love you, too," I replied, pressing my face into his palm.

Joe took my hand, our fingers twining. He squeezed tightly and I met his eyes, intense and loving. I smiled and blinked slowly in agreement, squeezing his hand in response. He gave a small nod and smiled, kissing my cheek. I let out a long sigh.

"So what brought this on, anyway?" I asked curiously, my voice sluggish. "How long have you guys been planning this?"

They laughed, both looking charmingly boyish.

"Well, you know how it's been a while," Ben reminded me.

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, four whole days?" I teased.

I was on the pill so we all knew when my period arrived, and while I still gave them attention during those times of the month, I was never in the mood to be on the receiving end although they assured me they were more than willing.

"Four long days," Joe said in a groan before winking at me.

"And then you went shopping right after work," Ben continued in mock admonition. "We both got off work early and were going a little crazy waiting for you tonight."




I Told You So Ch. 07



I bit my lip, my pulse quickening. "Oh?" I asked breathlessly.

"We couldn't decide who should get you first," Joe interjected.

I snorted. "Who should get me first?" I repeated, emphasizing each word.

"Who you should get first?" Joe cocked an eyebrow. "Better?"

I laughed. "Why didn't you just flip a coin?"

Ben chuckled, hugging me. "We arm wrestled for it."

"What?" I drew back and looked from one to the other, laughing. "Oh my, God. You boys," I added affectionately. "So...what - the winner decided to try this?"

"It was a stalemate," Joe told me, his eyes twinkling. "We both wanted to win so badly that it went on forever -"

"And I realized that we were wasting our energy that should be saved for you," Ben interrupted with a suggestive smile. "So I suggested we, you know...tag team it."

We all burst out laughing. I ran a finger across Ben's bottom lip.

"Well, I knew you were both smart. I had no idea you could be such creative problem solvers."

Ben grinned impishly and kissed me. He turned me to Joe, who gave me a hug and kiss. 

Ben stood and held a hand to me.

"Let's get cleaned up," he told me.

We left Joe sprawled on the pillows and drew another bath in the tub, climbing in together.

"Was it a good surprise?" Ben asked, scrubbing me gently.

"Mm-hm," I replied, leaning forward so he could get my back.

"So...we could do it again?"

I threw him a look over my shoulder. "Now?" I asked innocently.

He laughed. "Very funny."

"We'd better do it again," I said, resting my chin on my knees as his hands massaged soap into my lower back.

"I want to see you next time," Ben said, his voice thick with desire, pulling me to rest on his chest, his hands coming around to wash my breasts. "I want to be inside you watching you while Joe is behind -"

"No," I said suddenly, my voice quiet. I covered his hands with mine and turned to face him. "No," I repeated. "That's just for you. I don't want Joe - back there," I added, smirking.

He looked at me, both pleased and regretful. He rested his forehead against mine.

"Okay," he said ruefully.

"Are you sure?" I asked in concern, hearing his sorrowful tone.

"I would never ask you to do anything you didn't want to," he said sincerely. He shrugged one shoulder. "I just - it would be amazing to be able to see your face, while you experienced that. It would be so...intense."

My heart did a somersault and I bit my lip. It would be a powerful moment for us to share. I tilted my head thoughtfully, trying to work out the mechanics of it. Ben narrowed his eyes and I could tell he knew what I was thinking. We grinned at each other.

"God, I love you," I said. "I love that you can read my mind. I love that there's nothing I can't say to you."

"I love you, too," he said, stroking my hips. "So? What do you want to say to me?" he asked pointedly.

I snickered. "Well," I began, running my hands down his chest until I circled my fingers around him, half-hard already. "You and I could be facing each other...if the two of you were...in the same place..."

I edged my hips forward until his tip bumped against my entrance. I inhaled loudly at the sensation and his eyes fluttered shut briefly before staring at me with a dark look. He gripped my shoulders and crushed me to him.

"Fuck," he said in a pained voice. "You are so fucking hot."

I laughed softly, my lips finding his neck. "God, how can I possibly be turned on again," I muttered in disbelief.

He drew back to look at me, a smile playing on his lips. "That's just one part of what makes you so wonderful." He gave me a quick kiss.

I hugged him, shivering only partly from the cooling bath water.

"Come on," I said, standing and tugging him to get out of the tub. "I really shouldn't be neglecting my other boyfriend."

We both stopped short at the words and stared at each other. I knew my expression was fearful.

"Shit," I whispered. "I'm so sorry, Ben. I shouldn't have said that."

"Chels," Ben said in a comforting tone, putting his arms around me. "Don't apologize, for God's sake."

"But -"

"Sweetheart," he murmured, kissing my temple. He drew back to look into my eyes. "You're accepting how you feel about him. It's good."

My mouth dropped open. I shook my head slowly as I acknowledged he was right. I loved Joe, that much had become clear to me. I still couldn't figure out if I was in love with both of them, but I knew that Joe was as much a part of me as Ben was, that we were somehow three parts that came together to make a whole.

"How - how are you okay with it?" I stammered, still not understanding.

"I love both of you," Ben said simply, falling back to his usual explanation of our unconventional situation.

I pressed my lips together as he started toweling me dry. 

"Does this - change anything?" I asked timidly.

"Not for me," he told me. "Except maybe you'll be easier on yourself from now on," he added, looking up at me from where he was drying my legs.

I thought for a moment as I grabbed another towel and began drying him.

"I guess I just want to understand it. How I could feel this way. How you can both be totally okay with it. Maybe it's just frustrating that I can't explain it."

He turned to face me. "Can you explain how or why you love me? I mean, it's mostly just a feeling, deep in your gut, right? That you know it's right, that we're meant to be together? I know I would have a hard time putting it into words, other than just knowing you're my world."

My lips curved into a warm smile.

"Why shouldn't it be the same with Joe?" Ben asked plainly.

I watched him wrap the towel around his waist before tucking mine around me.

"You really are smart," I commented, taking his hand.

"Well, duh," he scoffed, squeezing my fingers.

We stopped by our room for Ben to slip on a pair of boxers and joined Joe in the living room. I slipped on my robe, not bothering to tie it, and we all snuggled into the piles of pillows and under the blankets, our arms around each other.



I Told You So Ch. 08



The drive to Ben's parents' house was only two hours, but it was long enough for me to grow increasingly nervous about meeting them. Joe and Ben alternately teased and comforted me, finally giving up to turn up the music and sang loudly to Christmas carols until I was laughing. Ben's mom, Susan, hugged each of us and welcomed me warmly. I felt myself relaxing as I entered the house and took in the abundance of decorations and smell of delicious food.

Susan showed me to the guest room in the finished basement, only looking mildly surprised when Ben followed us and placed his bag next to mine. She gave us a knowing smile and went back upstairs.

"Are you sure it's okay?" I whispered.

"She knows we live together," Ben said, shrugging. "I saw my dad give her a strange look when she said she was going to show you to your room so I know he agrees. Besides, like I want to share a room with Joe when you're here?" He grinned, giving me a hug.

"All right, but nothing can happen," I told him. "You know I can't be quiet."

He laughed. "We'll see." He kissed me. "Are you feeling more relaxed?"

I nodded. "A little."

I was helping Susan in the kitchen when Joe's parents arrived. I was immediately drawn to Moira, his mother, listening closely to see if I could detect an Irish accent. Jay, his father, and Ben's dad Charles were with the boys in the living room watching TV. There was a middle brother, Brian, who was spending the holidays with his girlfriend, but Joe's sister Sara and her boyfriend Dylan were due soon.

"Your parents didn't mind not seeing you for Christmas, Chelsea?" Moira asked me.

I glanced quickly at Susan, knowing Ben had told her but realizing the story hadn't made it to Joe's parents yet.

"Her parents travel over the holidays," Susan interjected with a tentative smile at me.

"Really?" Moira asked in surprise.

Susan looked at me anxiously and I gave her a reassuring smile.

"Yeah, they go to Mexico or the Bahamas or some place warm every year," I said, trying to sound casual. "My little sister died a few weeks before Christmas when she was in high school - a car crash. Since then, they haven't spent Christmas at home."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, dear." Moira looked stricken, and patted my hand awkwardly. "Bugger, I feel like an idiot."

"It's okay," I said quickly with a smile.

"I'm sorry," Susan spoke up. "I was going to tell you," she said to Moira before looking at me. "But then I worried that it wasn't my place..."

"Oh, really, it's fine." I looked between them, hoping I sounded sincere. "It's just - how it is now. It's how they deal with it. My older sister is married with two kids so I usually go there. But now I guess Ben's stuck with me," I joked.

"Well, this just means we get you to ourselves every year," Susan said brightly.

I smiled gratefully, blinking away unexpected tears. After that, I relaxed almost completely. We had a delicious pasta dinner and stayed up late playing board games. The next morning Joe and I were the first ones in the kitchen and were getting food together to make breakfast when Susan came in.

"What's this?" she teased. "Joe, when did you learn how to cook?"

He grinned. "Chelsea," he said simply. "Someone has to keep her company in the mornings. You know Ben doesn't get up until close to noon."

Susan chuckled before turning to me.

"Chelsea, you don't need to make breakfast," she admonished.

"I want to," I said with a smile. "Pancakes okay?"

"Susan, you have to try her pancakes," Joe said earnestly.

"Don't oversell it," I told him, blushing when he winked at me.

"Pancakes?" Charles and Sara spoke together, coming into the room excitedly.

I laughed. "Okay, give me a few minutes. There's coffee ready, though."

The rest of the visit was the most enjoyable Christmas I'd had since before Claire died. We opened presents Christmas morning and I was moved to tears by the gifts Ben and Joe's families had gotten me - a bracelet with a locket pendant and a beautiful jewelry box, respectively. If they thought it was strange when we told them that instead of exchanging gifts, the three of us had splurged on a big sectional sofa with a pullout bed, they didn't show it. Of course, I felt guilty when Ben and Joe surprised me with a first edition copy of my favorite childhood book, while I had stuck to our rule of no gifts. They each snuck suggestive looks at me after I scolded them, insinuating I had given them their gift already. 

We were only there for a few days, but we built snowmen, lounged in front of the fire talking, cooked, ate, had snowball fights, played games, watched holiday movies. It was, in a word, idyllic, and I was actually a little depressed when we were packing up the car. Susan gave me a long hug.

"Come back, soon," she told me. "With or without Ben," she added jokingly, pulling her son in for a hug.

"Thank you so much," I said happily. "I had such a great time."

"I'm glad we finally got to meet you," Charles told me, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you again," I called as we got into the car. "Oh my God, your family is fantastic," I said to Ben and Joe as we drove away.

"They loved you," Joe said from the backseat.

I leaned back, my smile widening, marveling at my life with these two wonderful men.

-

Ben and Joe were wearing handsome suits, and I was unable to resist touching them constantly. It was my birthday and we had gotten dressed up for dinner at a fancy restaurant. I felt positively decadent in the slinky black dress I'd bought for the occasion. They offered to take me to a club after dinner, but I just wanted to get home, so we piled laughingly into a cab, my arms around both of them for the duration of the drive. At home they surprised me with cake and we sat on our bed still dressed up, feeding each other. I was contemplating a second piece when Ben announced it was time for presents and my eyes lit up.

"Which should I open first?" I asked uncertainly after they'd each placed their gifts in front of me.

Joe grinned and handed me Ben's present. It was a silver heart-shaped pendant and when I looked closely I saw two overlapping fingerprints forming the shape of the heart. I looked at Ben in surprise.

"Those are our thumbprints," he confirmed, smiling.

"How did you get my thumbprint, stalker?" I teased.

"Nope, that's a secret," he said, winking.

"I love it," I told him, staring at it.

I turned it in my fingers and noticed an engraving on the back. Holding it up, I saw the words 'love you, babe' in cursive. My mouth dropped open.

"That's your handwriting," I said in shock. "This is amazing," I whispered. "Thank you," I said, looking at him with moisture in my eyes. I held it out to him. "Will you put it on?"

I lifted my hair out of the way and he fastened it, dropping a kiss on my neck. I grabbed his hand as he moved away, holding his gaze. I turned excitedly to Joe's present, glancing up to see him watching us thoughtfully. I gave him a quizzical look but he wouldn't meet my eyes. I unwrapped the box and found a pair of silver earrings with an intricate pattern that I recognized as Celtic knots.

"Joe," I whispered. "They're beautiful."

He gave me a small smile, staring at them in my hands.

"I love it, thank you," I told him, reaching out to place my hand on his arm.

"Happy birthday," he said quietly, covering my hand with his.

I smiled happily at them, leaning back on the pillows.

"What an awesome birthday - thanks, you guys."

Ben rested against the headboard next to me, lazily stroking my hair. He was just starting to speak when Joe got up and stacked our plates. He stood next to the bed, staring at the dishes in his hands before looking at us.

"I - I'm going to head to bed," he said hesitantly.

"What?" Ben and I said together.

He smiled thinly. "Yeah." He leaned over and kissed me on the temple. "Happy birthday, kitten."

He was out of the room before we could speak again, closing the door quietly behind him.

"What -" I started, but stopped when I saw Ben's sad expression.

He met my eyes for a moment before looking back at the door worriedly. I pressed my head back into the pillow, covering my face with my hands.

"Shit," I muttered.

Ben slid next to me, taking me in his arms.

"He wouldn't want you to be upset on your birthday," he said, trying to comfort me.

"He's hurt, isn't he?" I asked, my voice muffled by my hands.

"I guess," Ben said in an astounded tone.

I uncovered my face and saw Ben's confusion. He shrugged when he saw me watching him.

"I didn't see this coming," Ben admitted. "He's been fine all night." Ben's gaze dropped to my necklace and he rested a finger on our thumbprints. "Maybe it was this that threw him off."

I wrapped my arms around him and we hugged each other, silent in our worry.

"You should go talk to him," I urged finally.

Ben let out a sorrowful laugh. "I'm not the one he wants, Chelsea."

I gasped. "I can't -"

"You can do whatever you want," Ben told me tenderly, stroking my arm. "In fact, I want you to go."

I pulled away slightly to see his face. "Ben," I whispered in confusion, my chest growing tight.

"If you want to, I'm fine with it," Ben said seriously. "I want you to stay with him tonight."

My eyes widened. "Ben," I repeated emphatically. "I can't do that."

"Of course you can." Ben nuzzled my cheek, his hands now stroking my back insistently. 

"It's okay, babe, I promise. I love you. But he loves you, too. And you love him. He needs you."

My mind was racing. This was a much bigger line to cross than anything the three of us had done. But Ben wasn't wrong; Joe did need me. I could feel it coming from him through the walls that separated us, as if he was calling out to me in my mind.

"But - then what happens - tomorrow?" I asked lamely.

"It wouldn't change anything between us," Ben assured me, cupping my chin and giving me a slow, deep kiss. "It couldn't."

He kept kissing me, his other hand cupping my behind and pressing me to him.

"You're still mine," he whispered against my mouth. "And I'll have you forever. So he can have you tonight, if you want him."

His tongue swirled around mine languidly, muddling my thoughts even more. He drew back abruptly to look at me, both our chests heaving.

"But I want you first," he said shyly, glancing away for a second. "Does that make me terribly selfish?"

A tear fell down my cheek and I pressed my lips to his, clutching him to me desperately. Ben undressed me slowly, his hands traveling from my feet to my chest to my arms, touching each part of me carefully as if committing it to memory. I felt fragile, both physically and emotionally, lying there whimpering as he took his time before finally kissing his way down my belly until he was between my legs. He inhaled loudly and groaned, sending vibrations through my body. 

"Ben," I panted, gripping his hair. 

"God, you're gorgeous," he breathed, his fingers stroking the lips surrounding my aching opening. 

Flattening his tongue, he swiped the length of me a few times before gently flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue. I felt the spark rush all the way up to my ears and my back arched up off the bed. 

"You taste like heaven," he said into my skin, his voice muffled. 

He alternated gentle caresses of his tongue with poking thrusts, his hands moving everywhere his lips weren't. I planted my feet on the bed and rocked against his mouth, my fingers threaded in his hair. He didn't let me recover from my first climax before he flipped me over and pulled my hips so I was on my knees, diving immediately back to taste me again. And again. I buried my face in the pillows, my moans increasing in volume as another crescendo began. 

He turned me around so I was sprawled on top of him, his hands kneading into my behind. Our mouths found each other and he kissed me languidly, moaning against my lips when my wetness slid along his hard length. He nudged me up until I was kneeling over him and plunged his tongue inside me again. My head flew back and I reached behind me to grab his thighs for support, the strength of my orgasms making me light-headed. 

"I can't - no more," I gasped after he'd made me come again. 

Ben slid me down his body, his hot mouth slanting over mine, capturing my lips in a heated kiss. I clutched at his back, my nails digging into his skin. He gripped my thighs, settling them on either side of him. I felt the rigid heat of him against me and groaned. We rocked our hips and within seconds he was sliding into me. I whimpered and buried my face in his neck. 

"God, Chelsea," he whispered. "Being inside you is like coming home..." 

I inhaled sharply, feeling my muscles clenching around him, drawing him further in to the heated valley where he belonged. Our lips came together, swallowing each other's cries and moans as he pushed me to the cliff's edge and I pulled him along with me. Our breathing seemed to take forever to slow down, but we held each other tightly until we were calm.

"Sweetheart, I love you," Ben said softly.

"I love you, Ben," I said emphatically, holding his face. "I love you so much."

He enclosed me in his arms and we lay tangled together. Regretfully I withdrew to go to the bathroom and when I got back, he was sitting up in bed wearing boxers. He held his arms out to me and I snuggled into him.

"Chels, nothing's going to change what we have," he said warmly. "But Joe -"

I bit my lip and interrupted him. "Ben, I don't think -"

He silenced me with a lingering kiss, sitting up so we faced each other.

"Chelsea, tell me honestly without thinking about anything else. Do you want to be there for Joe right now?"

I hesitated and he gripped my hands tightly, repeating the question.

"Answer quickly, do you?"

"Yes," I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut briefly.

When I opened them, he had gotten off the bed. He slipped my robe on my arms, pausing to remove the necklace he'd given me, and picked me up.

"Ben -"

"Babe, I want you to," Ben said quietly. "It's breaking my heart to think about what he's going through in there."

I gulped and put my arms around his neck. He gave me a kiss and carried me to Joe's room, asking me to knock on the door.

"Coming in," he called, nodding to me to open the door.

The room was dark but from the light in the hall we saw Joe had been laying on his stomach, his head buried in his pillows. He was rolled over halfway by the time we reached the bed.

"What are you doing?" Joe asked, his voice hoarse.

"Sorry to wake you," Ben said amiably. "But you've got company."

He lowered me next to Joe on the bed and kissed the top of my head, turning quickly and walking out of the room. I eyed Joe cautiously.

"Hi," I said dumbly.

He was still on his side, half sitting up. I propped myself up on an elbow self-consciously, wondering if Ben and I had totally misread things.

Joe cleared his throat. "What are you doing here?" he asked curiously.

I hesitated for a moment before placing a hand on his chest. He was so warm, his heat radiating up my arm straight to my chest. I could feel his heart beating under my palm. I felt my own pulse speed up and took a deep breath, my throat suddenly dry.

"We - we were worried about you," I managed to get out. "We - I - thought you might - that you needed me."

I looked at him almost pleadingly, feeling embarrassed as if I were throwing myself at him, as if we hadn't already seen and done just about everything two people could do together. I watched the range of emotions flash through his eyes, from surprise to desire to concern and back again. It seemed like we didn't move for hours, and I was just wondering if I should leave when I saw his hand slowly rise off the bed and cover the hand I placed on his chest. He crushed my fingers in his.

"Chelsea," he said in a voice heavy with emotion. He looked at the door for a moment and then back at me. "Are you sure?"

I was nodding before he finished the question. He swallowed.

"And Ben?" His voice was shaking.

I was still nodding, struggling to find the right words when Ben's voice echoed in my head and I gave a small smile.

"Ben loves both of us. You and I both love him." I rested my head on the pillow next to him, freeing my other hand to stroke his hair off his forehead. "I love you."

I gave a small shrug as if that really was explanation enough, even though I still couldn't really comprehend it myself.

He pressed my hand further into his chest with the force of his grip, his eyes closing. I could hear him inhale deeply. He opened his eyes as he exhaled, his whole body shuddering. I held out my arm and he came to me instantly, his head nestled in the crook of my neck, our clasped hands between us.

"Do you want to talk?" I murmured, stroking his hair.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes taking in my open robe and met my gaze with a look that was part embarrassment and part playfulness.

"Yes and no," he said pointedly, arching his hips toward mine.

I chuckled. "Are you okay?" I asked softly.

"Yeah," he said, not meeting my eyes.

"Why did you leave?" I could tell he didn't really want to talk about it, but I felt like it was important.

"I'm not sure," he finally said. "I guess - it felt like it was the right thing to do for some reason."

"Did I do something to make it feel that way?"

I was glad to hear my voice was steady and straightforward, not plaintive. I didn't want him to reassure me; I wanted him to be honest.

"No, not at all," he said quietly. "Maybe it was Ben's gift. It just struck me that - I don't know...I felt like the third wheel for the first time since...since this started, I guess. It didn't feel right to be there."

"I'm sorry," I whispered, not knowing what else to say.

"It's not your fault," he said firmly. He pulled back. "This isn't how you should spend your birthday."

"Oh, really?" I asked, unable to stop myself from teasing him. "Well, it's my birthday so I can do what I want. And I want to be here."

He smiled brightly at me, his face lighting up.

"If you're sure," he said, searching my face.

I smiled. "I love you, Joe." I let out a shaky breath. "I still don't understand it, how I can love both of you. But I do. And I don't feel bad about it." 

I watched the delight flash in his eyes. 

"I just want to be sure - I want you to be sure you're okay with - with all of this, with the way things are."

He approached me slowly, holding my eyes the entire time as his face leaned in to mine, our lips finally meeting in a tender kiss that hinted of the passion I knew he was keeping in check. Our mouths drew apart and I stared at him, instantly aroused. After all the kisses he and I had shared, after everything we'd done, I was still mystified by my response to those lips. His breathing was ragged as he looked at me for a long moment.

"I know what you and Ben have together," he said, looking down as he laced our fingers together. "I know that's not going to change. And I'm happy for both of you - I don't want anything to change between you. But...I love you. And if you love me, too...then - well, I don't understand it either, but if we feel this way about each other, then yes, I am more than okay with all of this."

He smiled self-consciously, looking at me through lowered lashes.

"I do love you," I whispered.

He leaned toward me again, pausing at the last minute, his brow wrinkling.

"Do you want to get Ben in here? Or go back to your room?"

I considered it for a long moment, Joe's face inches from mine watching me carefully. Ben wasn't expecting it, but maybe it would be more appropriate. I asked myself what I really wanted and forced myself to answer, right or wrong, without pondering it.




I Told You So Ch. 08



"I don't think so," I said softly. "I think tonight can be for just you and me."



I Told You So Ch. 09



Thank you so much for the positive comments and votes - they've been totally unexpected but greatly appreciated. 

We're about halfway through the story of Ben, Chelsea, and Joe. I Hope you enjoy the rest. :) 

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There was barely enough time for me to see the flash of his smile before he closed the gap between us and kissed me.

"Kitten," he said in a moan against my lips, his fingers curling in my hair.

He threw a leg over mine, trapping my thigh between his, our bodies pressed tightly together. I was already burning with need for him. When he rolled me to my back and slipped his hands to my shoulders to push my robe open further, my back arched off the bed and I dug my nails into his arms. He slid the robe off completely and sat back, his hands lightly skimming my flesh until I was quivering.

"Joe," I whispered. "Joe, I need you."

I searched for his arms, holding tight when I made contact. His mouth met mine and I tried to wrap my arms and legs around him but he stopped me.

"There's no way I'm going to rush this, kitten," he said huskily. "Not when I have you all to myself for the first time."

He rested on his heels and ran a hand between my breasts and over my stomach. My hips came off the bed invitingly but he didn't touch me where I wanted it most. Instead he glided a hand down each leg, his eyes moving leisurely over my body. He looked at me when I whimpered and I stopped breathing for a second when I saw his expression. His eyes were dark with arousal and gleamed with a possessiveness I'd never seen before. He wrapped a hand around each of my ankles and pushed them into the bed, judging my reaction. I waited, watching him with my chest heaving.

His eyes narrowed and he moved his hands slowly up my body, taking my wrists easily into one large hand and raising my arms above my head. I struggled against his grasp automatically and he gave me a slow, wicked smile. My eyes widened and I felt my hips arch up toward him. Flattening himself on me, he brushed his lips against mine softly, teasing me again and again until I was whining in frustration and rising to meet the hard length against my stomach. He was still holding my wrists firmly, his free hand stroking the length of my body. He stopped abruptly to grip my chin, staring into my eyes.

"What would you let me do to you, kitten?" he asked in a voice I barely recognized. It was low and fierce, commanding but still somehow tender when he added his pet name for me.

I let out a shuddering breath, a little afraid but I couldn't deny the heat that swept through me at the question. Like it or not, I still responded to him instantly, and this new demeanor was no exception.

"What - what do you want to do to me?" I asked curiously, my voice weak.

He sucked in a breath through his teeth, his eyes menacing. I realized I had chosen dangerous phrasing. I felt my teeth catch my lower lip and I shifted my eyes around the room before returning to his stare. His expression faltered and he loosened his grip on my chin, stroking my jaw line.

"Do you trust me?" he asked tenderly.

"Yes," I whispered without hesitation.

"Because I would never hurt you," he said seriously.

"I know." My voice was barely audible, my breath coming in quick gasps.

I watched in fascination as his eyes lost all tenderness and became somewhat predatory. He grinned when he saw my reaction to his expression. Moving deliberately, still holding my arms above my head, he reached almost nonchalantly for my robe, withdrawing the belt from its loops in one fluid motion. He wound it through his fingers, letting the cool silkiness drift against various parts of my body, watching me closely until he saw the awareness wash over me. His devilish grin widened once he knew I understood what he wanted to do.

Letting go of my wrists, he slid his hands up my arms, still over my head, the belt trailing along my skin. He pulled me up so that I was sitting, holding my arms behind me. The position caused my back to arch and my breasts made contact with his chest. I flinched as our bodies touched, the heat emanating from him a shock to my already sensitive nipples. I felt him winding the smooth fabric around my wrists and gasped, my head falling back and my eyes closing at the sensation. 

He moved silently and I didn't realize until I opened my eyes that he was now behind me. He gripped my waist and lifted me easily, tucking first one leg and then the other under my body so I was kneeling. I started to turn, a question on my face, when he took one of my feet in his hand and I felt the material being slipped around my ankle. My eyes widened as he wrapped it around my other ankle, feeling him bring the belt up into the loops he had made around my wrists.

I took a long, shaky breath and looked down my body. The position made my chest thrust out and my thighs were spread apart. He tugged on the ties, checking his knots. My breath began coming in quick, rapid gulps and I instinctively wiggled my limbs against the belt. He was still behind me but no longer touching me. I pictured him leaning back, studying my attempt to work my way out of the ties, that wicked grin on his face. Amazingly, I didn't panic. Instead I felt a rush between my legs and arched my back further, tugging on the belt. I heard an approving sigh behind me. Then his hands were on my shoulders, his chest against my back.

"I won't hurt you, kitten," he said in a low voice, his fingers curling on my cheek before flitting down to my breast in a gentle caress.

My head fell back to rest on his shoulder.

"Unless you want me to," he added mischievously, pinching my nipple roughly.

I gasped and my head jerked forward. He gripped my chin again with his free hand, turning me to face him. His eyes were steady.

"You remember what to say if you want me to stop at any time," he instructed.

I nodded slowly, transfixed by him. He drew my mouth to his excruciatingly slowly. I clenched my hands into fists in frustration, anticipating the moment when our mouths would finally meet. When they did, his lips grazed mine in a kiss so light I almost didn't feel it. He was off the bed and on his feet in a second, his eyes locked on mine as I knelt there, bound, my mouth gaping. He walked to the foot of the bed, looking me over. I bit my lip to prevent myself from begging him to touch me. His eyes snapped back to mine and I could see he knew what I was thinking, what I wanted.

Crawling onto the bed, he knelt in front of me, inspecting every inch of me with his eyes. I watched his hand rising toward me, unable to breathe. It was a simple touch - a stroke of my hair, then curling a strand around his fingers until he reached the end, pushing it off my shoulder - and I still inhaled in shock from it, my body on fire. His hand dropped to my neck in a light caress. I closed my eyes, unable to watch any longer. 

I felt both of his hands on me, floating over my arms and chest, my stomach, my thighs - everywhere other than where I needed to feel him. I didn't know he possessed this kind of patience, but this went on for agonizing minutes, each time nearing my breasts or the aching valley between my legs but never making direct contact. The sound of my breathing seemed to bounce off the walls and fill my ears. My head was rolling from side to side and I tugged against my restraints.

"Joe," I panted, wondering if it was okay to speak. "Joe, please," I whispered plaintively.

My breath caught when I heard his inhale. The sound of his breaths intermingled with mine, both ragged and gasping. The knowledge that I was having the same effect on him encouraged me and the words spilled out of my mouth.

"Joe," I pleaded. "I need you to touch me, please."

I heard a soft grunt and then his lips were on mine, his tongue seeking mine out, drawing me to him ferociously. I sighed in relief and met him with matching intensity, moaning into his mouth. I made an angry noise when he pulled away suddenly, then moaned again when I saw his fingers inching up my legs. My eyes flicked up to his face and I saw him watching me. I bit my lip, begging him with my eyes. He dragged a finger along my slit and I cried out, arching my back. My breasts were level with his mouth and he flicked a nipple with his tongue, making me jerk against the ties holding me.

He drew away for a moment and gave me a smile so sweet I felt tears spring to my eyes. The smile quickly turned dangerous and he shoved his head into my chest, plunging his finger inside me. I sobbed in relief, groaning and arching my back again to press against his mouth. When he added a second finger and bit down on my nipple, my whole body tensed. He immediately sat back so that we weren't touching. I whimpered.

"You don't come until I say," he said in a choked voice.

I was panting, already close. "But -"

He pressed two fingers to my lips and I smelled myself. My eyes fluttered shut.

"Not until I say," he repeated warningly.

I opened my eyes and nodded warily, unsure I could manage it. He smiled reassuringly, stroking my lips.

"God, you have never been more beautiful, all wild-eyed and hungry," he said breathlessly.

I narrowed my eyes accusingly and he chuckled.

"And angry," he added. "So beautiful..."

"Joe," I whined. "Please -"

He gripped my face, sucking in his breath sharply. "And you sound so sweet when you beg," he said roughly, smashing his lips to mine.

I groaned and attacked his mouth, biting his lip when he began to move away. He trailed his eyes over my body and looked at me again.

"Not until I tell you," he reminded me. "I promise you, it'll be worth it," he whispered.

My body sagged and I moaned in anticipation. His fingers were inside me before my moan ended, quickly turning to cries of pleasure and relief that his teasing seemed to be over for the moment. His mouth found my breasts, moving from one to the other, alternately suckling gently before clamping his teeth around the hardened nipples. He stopped thrusting with his fingers and swirled them in a circle inside me before slamming them into me again. He lightened his touch whenever I seemed to get close, a silent reminder that he wasn't ready for me to peak yet. I bit the inside of my cheek to try to control myself, my arms and legs cramping, my head dropping back. He pulled back so quickly I lurched forward and he caught me, his hand on the back of my neck steadying me.

"Come for me now," he said, his voice ragged and hoarse, his eyes burning into mine. I tensed. "Now, kitten. Let me see you come." His fingers curled up into my pelvis.

I heard a loud, guttural sound and realized it was me. My body jerked wildly, my thighs convulsing around his hand. I shrieked, feeling the tingling fire spread over every inch of me. Joe held my head still, our foreheads almost touching, watching my climax intently. I was sobbing in relief and exhilaration as the powerful waves crashed over me again and again. It took a long time for me to come down from the high, my entire body quivering long after, but Joe held me close, our gaze still locked.

I shut my eyes, trying to recapture the memory of the orgasm that just ran through me and I moaned involuntarily, his grip tightening on the back of my neck in response. It had been amazing, but I needed more. I needed to be closer to him. Looking at him, I licked my lips and swallowed. I watched his nostrils flare.

"What do you want, kitten?" The commanding tone of his voice made the tender words sound threatening.

I blinked at him, still unsure if I was allowed to talk, to tell him what I wanted.

"Because I know what I want," he continued, his thumb pressing into my skin just under my ear. His gaze dropped to my mouth.

"I want...whatever you want," I said meekly. "Tell me what you want and I'll do it."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, seeming to attempt to control his response. His eyes snapped open, meeting mine.

"Whatever I want?" he asked, his voice sweet and tortuous with teasing. "Anything?"

I nodded shakily and his eyes darkened. He ran a thumb along my lips.

"I want that sweet mouth on my cock," he said calmly.

I was amazed that he could sound so controlled. My composure had slipped long ago and I let out a small moan at the thought of him between my lips.

"I need to taste you," I said, my voice cracking.

Both of his hands were holding my head and he pressed his forehead to mine firmly.

"Christ," he muttered. "You're incredible."

He kissed me slowly, running his hands down my arms. He quickly stood over me, his hard shaft right at eye level. I looked up at him and opened my mouth expectantly, watching his face as he guided himself into my lips. I couldn't go slowly, much as I wanted to tease him in retaliation. I bobbed my head until he was deep in my throat with each thrust, his hands tangled in my hair. His grunts and moans spurred me on and I continued my attack in a frenzy. Still I needed more. I began wrenching my arms against the belt, my body thrashing as I tried to loosen the knots, making frustrated sounds around him.

"Are you okay, kitten?" he asked, the words coming in halting gasps.

I suctioned my lips around him and pulled back to the tip, releasing him. I sat back and looked at him.

"I need to touch you," I said fiercely. "I need to feel you, I need my hands on you, Joe. I need more. Please," I begged.

He caressed my cheek gently and I closed my eyes, leaning into his hand. He slid down next to me, pulling me off my knees so that my chest smashed into his, one arm behind me yanking at the restraint. I kissed and nibbled at his neck and chest as he worked frantically to remove the belt. My arms dropped forward and I exhaled, briefly relishing the sweet feeling of being freed, before lunging to him, circling both my hands around his girth and directing him between my lips as he untied my ankles. I was sprawled over him, unaware of anything but the silken heat of him in my mouth until he moved me on top of him, his tongue plunging inside me, propelling me forward so I was taking him deeper into my throat.

We moaned and cried out against each other, pushing each other higher and higher. He pressed his fingers on my clit and I exploded, my lips tightening around his shaft. My orgasm ebbed and I cupped his balls, resuming my movements. He pinched my nub between two fingers and I cried out around him. I don't know how many times I came as we lay there, but I know that he didn't give me a chance to recover before sending me off on another glorious journey until my vision was blurred and my arms were shaking too much to keep my hold on him.

When he rolled me off of him and turned so we were facing each other, gently stroking my cheeks and kissing me, I knew he was finally giving me a reprieve. But my hands were clutching him, trying to get closer. After all that, and I still needed more. I bucked my hips against his urgently. He was on top of me in one motion and then inside me. My back arched off the bed and I sighed in satisfaction. The tightness inside from unfulfilled longing lessened once he slid home. This, this was what I'd been yearning for. I let out a sob and my body slackened.

"Honey," he murmured in concern, his lips brushing against my forehead, my cheeks, my lips. "Are you all right?"

He was holding himself still inside me and I rocked my pelvis. I let out my breath in another choked sob and then sighed, opening my eyes to meet his with a smile.

"This is what I needed," I said dreamily.

His eyes widened in mild astonishment before crinkling when he gave me a pleased smile.

"This is what I need, too," he whispered, kissing me.

I tried to press him closer to me. "Make love to me, Joe," I whispered.

He gasped, then took my hand, our fingers twining instantly.

"I love you, Chelsea," he breathed, beginning to move inside me.

My release started instantaneously and I couldn't keep eye contact, my head falling back as my back arched.

"God, I love you," I moaned.

His lips were on my neck, his tongue sweeping over my chest and nipples and back up to my ear, his breath hot against me as we moved against each other. I groaned slowly as I reached the peak, and he covered my mouth with his, kissing me until I gradually came back to earth. I returned the kiss, cupping his face in my hands.

"Come for me," I whispered against his lips, one of my hands curling in his hair, the other gripping his chin, my finger stroking the lips pressed against mine. "Come with me."

He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, buried his face in my neck, and increased his movements inside me. I hooked my ankles behind his thighs, kissing him with all the emotion built up inside me. I felt another climax begin and I concentrated on holding it back, waiting for him. I bit his lower lip in anticipation.

"Kitten," he rasped, his breath coming in broken bursts of air.

"Yes," I hissed. "Come with me."

"Oh God," he cried, slamming into me.

"Yes!" I cried out, piercing him with my fingernails and letting myself fall over the cliff with him.

Our hands gripped each other's faces, staring into each other's eyes as we cried out. I held him close to me long after we regained our breath, his body pressing mine into the mattress. He stroked the sides of my body, bringing a hand up to curl on my cheek, then ran his fingers through my hair.

"Am I crushing you?" he asked quietly, his voice weak.

"No," I said, hugging him tighter.

He gave a breathless chuckle, rolling off me and bringing me into his arms. One hand ran the length of my back, the other cupping my face.

"Chelsea," he breathed.

I covered his hand with mine and met his eyes, knowing mine reflected the same glazed look of wonder. We stared at each other for a long moment, having an entire conversation without words.

"Happy birthday," he said finally, making us both laugh softly.

He ran his fingers through my hair, cradling my head for a moment before tucking me into his arms for a hug. I lingered there with my head on his chest, then rose up for a kiss. I excused myself to the bathroom and on my way back to Joe's room, I paused outside our bedroom door. There was no light on, but I peeked in anyway, able to make out Ben's body sprawled across the bed. I watched him for a minute before creeping in next to him, giving him a light hug. I was surprised when he stirred, his arms coming around me automatically. His eyes blinked open and he gave a start when he realized I was there.

"What are you doing here?" he mumbled.

"I just wanted to check on you," I whispered, kissing his cheek.

He hugged me. "I'm fine, babe."

"Are you sure?" I asked worriedly.

"Yes," he said, his eyes drooping. 

For once I was grateful that he was such an easy, deep sleeper. 

"Go on," he said, nudging my arm.

"Goodnight," I murmured, brushing his hair back affectionately.

Not allowing myself to ruminate on the strangeness of our situation, I closed the door behind me and crawled back into bed with Joe.

"Is he okay?" Joe asked softly, drawing me into his embrace again.

I looked at him guiltily. "Sorry," I said, my voice catching. "I did need the bathroom," I added hurriedly. "But then I stopped to check on him."

"Don't apologize, kitten," Joe soothed me. "I get it."

I bit my lip and squeezed him gratefully.

"Is he okay?" he repeated, stroking my arm.

"Yeah, he was asleep," I said quietly, catching his fingers in mine.

"Of course he was," Joe said in amusement. He kissed my forehead and caught me yawning. "Go to sleep, Chels."

I mumbled incoherently, squeezing his hand.

I woke up some hours later, the room still pitch black. I had curled to my side in my sleep and felt Joe's body curved around mine, his arms wrapped around me, his chest against my back. I must have adjusted my body without realizing it, because I felt him, thick and hard, twitch against my backside. I let out a silent chuckle when his arms tightened around me.




I Told You So Ch. 09



"God, I'm so glad you're awake."

His voice dripped with desire and heat rushed through me. His lips brushed against the back of my neck and I shuddered.

"How long have you been up?" I asked shakily, my stomach fluttering.

"I don't know, I feel like I've been just staring at you for ages," he murmured desperately, his breath tickling my skin.

His mouth found the back of my ear and I sucked in my breath.

"I've just been lying here, smelling your hair and willing you to wake up."

My hips pressed back into his instinctively and I sighed.

"You could've woken me," I teased.

He buried his face in my hair, inhaling deeply. "I suppose. But it was such sweet torture just watching you, wondering what you were dreaming about...just feeling you in my arms - I didn't want it to end."

His tongue teased my earlobe and I pressed into him again, shivering as he moaned into my ear. He ran a hand down my belly and cupped it between my legs.

"God, Chelsea," he groaned. "I want to be inside you again...I need to feel you."

I arched my back, my head dropping back to his chest.

"Joe," I whispered urgently. "I don't know what you do to me," I said in amazement. "But I need you, too."

He bit my earlobe and grabbed my leg, lifting it up and sliding into me slowly. I felt him let out a long breath against my neck, his arms wrapping tightly around my waist.

"God," I dragged out in a long moan. "Jesus, you feel so good."

He shuddered around me and I rested my hands on his arms.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

He pressed his face against my shoulder, not speaking or moving. Finally he raised his head and kissed my cheek.

"You feel incredible, kitten." He brushed away some of my hair that was tickling his face. "I just can't believe you're here with me, that I get to be with you like this." His voice was tight with emotion.

I pressed my lips together and shut my eyes, my hands gripping his arms. Though I was, little by little, growing accustomed to loving both Ben and Joe - accepting that while unexplainable, our relationship worked, that it was okay - when confronted with the intensity and depth of Joe's feelings for me in moments like this, the guilt and uncertainty returned, the niggling doubt inching its way into my brain from deep inside. I wanted to respond in kind but it seemed like it would be a lie or somehow unfaithful to Ben, given that he was the one I had pledged my life to. Any similar declarations to Joe felt like they would be false and unfair, despite feeling the same way he did.

I realized my entire body was tense and unmoving when Joe let out a small sigh and withdrew an arm, propping himself up to look down at me.

"Please don't feel guilty," he said sincerely, tucking my hair behind my ear.

I turned to meet his eyes, unable to stop the smirk. "How do you guys do that? Christ, it's like you've both taken mind-reading classes."

Joe chuckled. "We just know you, kitten."

I rested my cheek on my arm, thinking. Suddenly Ben's voice echoed in my head again. 

As far as I'm concerned, you and Joe can be in love too, and he'll always be a part of our relationship in some way...it doesn't take away anything from what you and I have. 

Joe was a part of us, of me. He always would be, whether or not he and I were having sex, even if he met someone and fell in love. Somehow I knew unequivocally that was true. Given everything we had been through so far, everything we had done, was it really so outlandish to return his feelings? In a sense, Joe would be a partner in life for me as well. Perhaps not in the exact way that Ben would, but he would be there regardless. I felt myself smile.

"What's that smile about?" Joe asked quietly.

I looked at him, stroking his hand. "I love you," I said decisively.

His head came back in surprise and my smile widened.

"I love you," I repeated tenderly, pushing back into him.

He had withdrawn and softened slightly when I had tensed up, but now responded quickly to the friction of our bodies.

"And I need you," I continued, my voice husky.

He held me tightly, his hips beginning to move languidly. 

"Is that so?" he asked teasingly, running his tongue up my neck.

"Yes," I murmured. "I do."

I hesitated, unsure for a moment, then decided I had to stop holding back, once and for all.

"I need both of you. I want both of you. I still can't explain it, but I'm not sorry for it."

He let out a long, shuddering breath and thrust into me more deeply.

"I'm not sorry for it," I repeated under my breath, feeling as if a previously locked door had sprung open. "I want you - with me - and I never want to let go."

My words came in broken gasps as his hips sped up.

"You make me so happy," I went on, speaking to myself but wanting him to hear it too, acknowledging that saying it to one of them didn't mean I didn't feel it for the other; that it was encompassing, not exclusionary.

"You make me feel loved and beautiful and desirable...I'm so lucky -" I broke off in a gasp when he withdrew to the tip and sank back into me.

"Chelsea," he whispered in a choked voice.

"You're so amazing," I whispered, apparently unable to stop once I'd started.

My back arched as he slammed into me, his urgency increasing.

"God, Joe...your hands and your body - and those lips - fuck, those lips -"

I shivered as he teased me with the body part in question.

"And it's not just what you do to me with your body," I added, turning my head in an attempt to see him.

He blinked rapidly, slowing his movements. I moaned when his hands found my breasts, cupping them as if they were fragile flowers, my skin burning wherever he touched me.

"It's your heart," I murmured.

I lost the ability to speak when he pushed me onto my stomach, still inside me, and flattened me to the bed, pumping steadily into me. I gripped the sheets and cried out his name again and again. Soon his voice intermingled with mine and then he collapsed on top of me, his chest heaving against my back. He rolled over and lifted me easily so that I was spread on top of him, crushing me to him.

"Christ, woman," he muttered, brushing the hair off my face and tangling his fingers in it. "What was that?" He smiled faintly, his eyes searching mine in amazement.

I smiled sleepily. "I guess I had an epiphany."

His fingers ran across my brow before cupping my chin. He studied my eyes closely. I could see the questions flashing across his face.

"I love both of you," I said simply. "And I want to be with both of you, for as long as we can." I raised one shoulder in a shrug. "Whatever happens - I want us all to be together."

His expression was full of joy as if it were his birthday, not mine. I smiled at him before lowering my head to his chest, my ear over his heart.

"I have to say I'm a fan of your epiphany," he said once he caught his breath and I chuckled.

I gave him a playful bite and looked at him.

"Speaking of epiphanies," I said, tickling his chest, watching his face become curious. "You tied me up," I said, my voice full of mirth.

His expression changed to surprise and a flash of shyness and then became devilish, reminiscent of the predatory desire I saw when he had me at his mercy. I couldn't help laughing despite my body's heated response to the memory of how it had felt.

"God, I'd been wanting to do that for...forever," he said, his voice rough and deep. "You have no idea," he added huskily.

"Did it live up to your expectations?" I asked breathlessly.

I felt him jump against my stomach, growing harder instantly.

"What do you think?" he said in that commanding tone, gripping my chin and staring deep into my eyes.

"Though, you should know that you made me lose control much quicker than I planned - I had intended to do so much more, to keep you tied up for much longer than that," he told me seriously, running a hand down my back and squeezing my behind.

"Christ," I muttered. "I would have passed out."

He chuckled. "I'll just have to work on building up your tolerance," he warned.

I moaned involuntarily and pressed myself to him, rocking my hips slightly. He gripped my waist and kissed me, his chest rising off the bed in his urgency. In a breath he was seated and had positioned my legs around his hips, his hardening length sliding against me.

"Fucking hell," I said in a groan. "Really?"

His quiet laugh vibrated against my chest. "I can't get enough of you, kitten. I don't think I ever will."

His hands were still on my waist and he lifted me easily onto him. He kissed me and seemed to grow bigger and harder while he was inside me, my muscles contracting around him at the sensation. He gasped and cursed, his arms around me like a vice.

"You feel so fucking perfect around me," he whispered, his lips smashed into my ear. "Nothing has ever felt this good -" He gasped again when my hips jerked against him in response.

I locked my arms around his shoulders and just held on as he guided me, unable to move on my own. I felt the pressure begin deep in my belly before gradually spreading out to my extremities, the heat licking at my skin, my breath coming out in a low moan. I drifted slowly to the edge as if riding a wave, only barely able to hang on to him as he moved beneath me. My limbs were turning to jelly and my hands were slipping off his shoulders, his hands moving to my back to hold me upright, when I felt his release begin.

"Chelsea, kitten -" he cried out, panting. "Chels - oh, God - oh - fuck."

His words burst out of him in shuddering sobs, his face buried in my neck. His arms slackened and he lowered me to the bed with shaking hands. I arched my back, wanting to keep us connected, amazed that he was still hard. Stretching my arms over my head, a smile curling on my lips, I let out a long sigh. He ran his hands over the front of my body, still pulsing slightly inside me.

"Damn," I muttered, closing my eyes.

"God, I know," he breathed, caressing my skin.

We remained in that position for several minutes, both loathe to move. I finally felt him softening and slipping out of me and realized he must be uncomfortable. I lifted my arms to him and he pulled me up to his chest, both of us falling back onto the bed tangled up together.

When I woke up again, I was still sprawled on his chest and could tell by the light growing in the room that it was early in the morning. My face was pressed against him and I inhaled deeply, my hands resting on his hips. I felt his muscles beneath me and my body instantly responded. I arched slightly, pressing our lower bodies together, and teased his neck and chest with my tongue. He mumbled incoherently but when I looked at him, he seemed to still be asleep. Unable to resist having his body at my disposal, I ran my hands over him hungrily, tasting every inch of him.

He jerked in surprise when I settled between his legs and I paused, meeting his eyes. My mouth was open and hovering over the tip of his cock. His eyes were dazed. I smiled and took him between my lips without breaking eye contact. He dropped his head back with a curse. His hands were in my hair, pulling it away from my face and holding it in a ponytail so he could watch me. I was surprised at how quickly his body responded, given he'd come three times already, though it did take longer than usual. I relished the time it took to encourage him and all too soon he was standing at attention, tugging at my arms to spread my body over his, sinking into me. We moaned, our hands finding the other's. I rested my toes on the tops of his feet and our hips undulated against each other, our climaxes arriving in a gentle wave, our voices relegated to sighs and whimpers. 

He wrapped his arms around me and we fell asleep without moving.



I Told You So Ch. 10



I woke up in the same position, Joe hard against my belly. I made a sound that was part laugh, part moan and I opened my eyes to see his twinkling up at me.

"What can I say?" he murmured, his lips grazing mine. "That's what you do to me."

"I can't move," I mumbled into his chest, feeling it shake with laughter.

"We could both probably use a break," he said, spanking my bottom. He rolled me to my side on the bed. "I'll make breakfast, get some more sleep."

I started to protest but he covered me with the sheet and I felt my eyes drooping. I dozed, hearing him moving around the kitchen. I felt pretty well rested considering the night I'd had. Suddenly I missed Ben. I turned over to my back, gazing at the ceiling, trying to gather the energy to stand. Closing my eyes, I took some time to think about my middle of the night realizations, and felt mostly content. As soon as I could talk to Ben and make sure he was okay, I had a feeling that I would welcome his 'I told you so.' 

I bit my lip as the fleeting thought that he might not be okay crossed my mind. God, I hope he's not upset, I thought as Joe came into the room with eggs and toast and coffee.

"Thanks." I smiled and sat up, taking a long drink of coffee before attacking my food.

Joe leaned against the headboard, his hand lightly on the small of my back.

"Everything okay?" he asked.

I glanced at him before returning to my breakfast.

"Yeah."

I heard the uncertainty in my voice and leaned back to smile at him. I tangled my fingers in his hair.

"Last night was amazing," I told him in a low voice. "And this morning," I added, trailing my hand down his body, my breath speeding up.

He smiled slowly, looking at me with lingering desire. "Yeah, it was."

When we finished eating, he cleared the dishes and looked at me with a smile.

"Go see him," he said casually.

I met his eyes. His smile was easy, unrestrained. He nodded.

"Go on," he encouraged.

I somehow managed to get my aching limbs working and got out of bed, hugging him gratefully. Slipping on my robe, I went into our room and curled up next to Ben, who was still asleep. He rolled to me instantly, his arms coming around me. I stroked his hair and listened to him breathe until he woke up.

"Sweetheart," he mumbled. "What time is it?"

"I have no idea," I realized, laughing. "It might not be noon yet, so don't hurt yourself getting up this early," I teased.

He pinched me, chuckling. "How's J?" he asked. He opened an eye to look at me.

"Good," I replied, searching his face. "How are you?"

He paused, giving me a hug before rolling to his back, one arm around my shoulders. He glanced at me sideways before looking at the ceiling.

"I can't lie to you, Chels - I was lonely last night." He sighed softly, playing with my hair.

My heart jumped into my throat. I pressed my lips together, waiting for him to continue.

"It was the right thing to do," he went on, still looking up. "It was just a little - more difficult than I thought it would be."

I rested a hand on his chest. "I'm s-"

He interrupted me with a finger on my lips.

"You are not to apologize," he said firmly, giving me a sweet smile. "It was the right thing to do," he repeated.

I watched him anxiously, waiting for him to go on.

"Talk to me," I implored. "What are you thinking? Should we stop -" My words were cut off when he hugged me.

"Calm down, babe," he said with a laugh.

"I would never want to hurt you," I whispered.

"I know. And you haven't," he assured me. "Tell me what you're thinking - what happened last night?"

I felt my cheeks flush and he chuckled.

"You don't have to get detailed," he teased. "How are you feeling about Joe? About this whole thing?"

I bit my lip, forcing myself to meet his gaze.

"I - I love him, Ben. I love you," I added quickly. 

He nodded and took my hand. 

"I love both of you," I said in a small voice. "I love being with both of you, in bed or out. I just - well, I must be selfish because I want to be with both of you, weird or wrong or whatever - I need both of you." I looked at him in concern.

He was smiling at me. "You sound more sure than you ever have," he commented, stroking my fingers.

"But that doesn't mean that last night has to happen again - I mean, we should only all be together if Joe and I are...going to - you know," I tried to explain, flustered.

Ben looked thoughtful. "I don't know if that's a rule that we can go back to," he said slowly. "I think J deserves time alone with you now, too."

I shook my head frantically, tears threatening to appear. "But - you and I are - are - you're the one, Ben," I said lamely.

He brought me into his arms, holding me securely.

"I know," he said. "And nothing's going to change that. So it's okay if last night happens again."

Resting my chin on his chest so I could see him, I gripped his hand tightly.

"I don't know if I can do that to you," I whispered. "If you were upset last night -"

"Chels, sweetheart, I wasn't upset. I just missed you. It was - weird, I'll admit. But I wasn't and am not upset. Okay?" He squeezed me to him.

"Are you sure?" I asked doubtfully. "Because it's perfectly understandable if you are."

"I promise," he assured me. "Babe, you know I'd tell you if I wasn't perfectly okay with it."

"You'd better," I muttered, burying my face in his chest and breathing him in. "I'll do whatever it takes to make sure you and I - that things don't change. I love you, Ben."

"I love you, too," he murmured, stroking my hair. "That's not going to change."

I hugged him, pressing my body against his.

"Hey," he said, nudging my chin up so that our eyes met. I saw his eyes dancing. "Did he tire you out? Because I need you, babe. I want you."

"Ben," I whispered lovingly. "I'll always want you."

I ran my hands down his body, amazed at my renewed energy. I smiled at him as I pushed myself to my knees, looking him over. I met his eyes and leisurely loosened my robe, watching his gaze drop to my breasts as they came into view.

"What would you like me to do?" I asked softly, pushing one sleeve off my arm.

He propped himself up on his elbows, running his tongue across his lower lip.

"Hm, Ben? Do you want to watch me get dressed and let you undress me?" I teased. "Do you want to rip my clothes off of me in your hurry to get me naked?"

I glanced down and saw him growing harder in front of my eyes and moistened my lips, already hungry for him. I had always been loud in bed, but I had never verbalized what I wanted to do - and have done to me - until Ben. He was talkative and encouraged it from me with such fervor, and once I realized how much it turned me on, I became an enthusiastic participant.

"Or can't you wait?" I continued. "Do you want me so bad you just want me naked right now?"

As I spoke I pushed the other sleeve of my robe off, letting it pool behind me on the bed. My legs were pressed together and I rested my hands on my hips, watching his response. I could feel my chest heaving slightly.

"I'll do anything you say, sweetheart. But if you don't care...if you don't tell me what you want...I'm just going to have to take charge," I warned.

His nostrils flared but he still didn't speak. I moved my hands up the sides of my body, stopping to cup my breasts, fondling the soft undersides.

"I'm just going to have to tell you what I want," I said faintly, my own touch making it difficult to speak. I ran my thumbs over my nipples and heard him groan. I met his eyes and we exchanged slow smiles.

"If you don't tell me what you want me to do to you...if you don't touch me, I'm going to touch myself...here," I said with a sigh as I grasped my nipples between two fingers. "I'm going to pinch my nipples so hard and then ease off and tease my breasts...then I'm going to taste them myself."

I squeezed a breast, lifting the nipple to my mouth and extending my tongue, flicking against it. Ben sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes inflamed.

"Mm," I moaned. "I'll tell you what's going to happen, Ben," I said in a low groan. "I'm going to touch my breasts until I can't stand it anymore, then I'm going to slide my hands down my body...I'll spread my legs and dip my fingers deep inside...where I'm already so wet for you, babe."

I had to pause and attempt to catch my breath. I removed my hands from my breasts, gliding them along my sides again.

"I'm going to touch myself wishing it was you filling me up..." I told him, my voice becoming frantic. "And once I think about you inside me, I am going to come so hard all over my hands. I'll be screaming out your name, begging for you."

We were both panting, but I continued, placing my hands on the bed and leaning toward him.

"And then before I even finish coming, I am going to throw my mouth over your hard cock. Because I need to taste you, Ben. I need to feel you, hard in my mouth, your hand gripping my hair..." I trailed off with a desperate moan. "I'm going to take you deep, so deep...and then you're going to fist your hands in my hair and fuck my mouth."

Ben grunted, his eyes closing for a long moment as I went on. My gaze dropped to the body part in question and I licked my lips excitedly. I found his eyes again, trying to focus.

"And then," I carried on, the words halting as I lost control of my breathing. "And then...you're going to fuck me. We're going to pile up those pillows and you're going to shove me onto them...You'll get behind me, stroking my thighs and my hips and ass and my back...maybe if I'm lucky you'll nibble my neck and bite me...you're going to thrust into me from behind, so, so hard...you're going to take what's yours, Ben -" I broke off in a gasp, breathing was becoming more difficult.

"You're going to grab my elbows so I can't hold myself up, pushing me against the pillows, fucking me harder and harder until I'm begging for release...and then you're going to explode inside -"

Ben lunged for me, crushing my lips in a heated kiss.

"Fuck," he grunted before kissing me again, our arms grabbing at each other in our struggle to get closer.

"I love you, babe," he gasped. "You are so fucking hot."

"I need you," I whimpered, biting his neck.

He kissed me thoroughly until I felt like jelly, then abruptly pushed me back and gave me a wicked smile.

"I need you, too," he said, his voice rough. "I need you to act out everything you just described."

I smiled, settling back, my hands coming to my breasts. And we did just what I said, and more. We didn't emerge from our room for a few hours, stopping in the kitchen where Joe and Ben greeted each other with similar large, satisfied grins.

"So, we're all good?" Joe asked, looking between the two of us.

"Yes," Ben said emphatically.

Just then his stomach growled and we all laughed.

-

I followed first Ben and then Joe as they snacked, wiping up the kitchen counters after them. They were both laughing.

"Shut up," I muttered, trying not to smile.

"Kitten, they already love you," Joe told me.

I rinsed the sponge and wrung it out. Both of their parents were on their way - the men were going to a hockey game and Moira and Susan had invited me to spend the day with them. I was looking forward to it and knew it would be fun, but I couldn't help my nervousness and wanted the apartment to look perfect.

"Cut me some slack, I'm hanging out with both boyfriends' parents after all," I joked.

Ben burst out laughing but Joe just gave me a pleased smile. I realized he hadn't heard me refer to him as my boyfriend before. I smiled back at him as we heard the knock on the door. All the parents gave me warm hugs and I felt myself grinning. I got to meet Brian, Joe's younger brother, a taller and thinner version of Joe. The men immediately started talking about the game, and Susan quickly ushered Moira and I to the car. They took me to get manicures and pedicures, insisting on treating since they hadn't known they'd missed my birthday.

"Really, you don't need to," I protested in vain.

"Too late," Susan told me. "Though I should send the bill to Ben for not telling me your birthday was coming up."

I started to object again but she gave me a stern look, making me laugh. I found a ponytail holder in my bag and started to put up my hair so I wouldn't be tempted to mess with it while getting my nails done. Moira stopped talking to Susan and stared at me.

"Chelsea, did Joe give you those earrings?" she asked, her eyes wide.

"Yeah, for my birthday," I said with a smile before noticing her shock. "Why?" I added, my voice wavering.

Moira blinked, then smiled warmly, her eyes shining a little. "They belonged to my mother."

I gasped and took one out of my earlobe to look at it.

"I had no idea," I told her, blushing. "Really, Moira, I didn't know." I held it out to her. "He shouldn't have given these to me -"

"Dear, they're yours," Moira said sweetly, pushing my hand away from her.

"But - it's a family heirloom!" I exclaimed.

She gave a little laugh. "Well, I don't know about heirloom. My mother got them from a local artist she was friends with - honestly, I always got the feeling he was in love with her...anyway, he made these especially for her."

She looked a little wistful, but was still smiling at me.

"Besides, Ben's his family," she said with a shrug. "So you are as well now."

I stared down at the earring for a long time before fumbling to get it back in my lobe. Moira took it from me to help and I saw she was blinking rapidly as if to prevent tears. I took her hand impulsively, giving it a squeeze.

"He obviously thinks very highly of you," she said quietly, sitting down next to me.

I toyed with the earring, looking at my lap. "I think a lot of him."

"And good, too, since he's always around," Moira joked. "It's nice that you didn't ask him to move out when you and Ben moved in together."

I chuckled. "I knew from the very start that they're a package deal. Which is great," I added quickly. "We both love him."

I gave a small shrug, glancing at her. She looked at me thoughtfully for a moment before smiling gratefully. Then she and Susan exchanged a look and started giggling. I turned between them curiously.

"What am I missing?" I asked warily.

Susan tried to stop laughing. "They've always been so close, just peas in a pod. Always."

I nodded and turned to Moira when she took over. "We thought for a while that they were gay and in love with each other."

I laughed. "Did they know you thought that?"

Susan covered her mouth, giggling again. Moira nodded to me.

"Yes, we made the mistake of telling them - we just wanted them to know we were okay with it if they were - and they became complete arses about it. Walking around our houses holding hands, kissing, calling each other 'honey' and 'sweetie pie.' They were insufferable," Moira told me, giggling as well.

I was still laughing. "God, that sounds like them." I shook my head fondly.

Susan squeezed my arm. "Thanks for taking care of them," she said warmly.

We met the men for dinner after the game was over. When Ben asked me if we'd had a good time, I answered in the affirmative with a hint of suggestion in my voice. He looked confused, but Joe immediately turned to his mother.

"What did you tell her?" he asked, grinning.

The three of us just shrugged and smiled at them before giggling. I could tell Ben and Joe were a little uneasy during dinner and almost felt sorry them. Brian was crashing at our place that night, so the three of us wouldn't have any privacy until he left. Ben pestered me with questions once we were in bed, but I avoided answering them by pulling his boxers down and taking him deep in my throat. I wanted him to finish in my mouth, but he flung me onto my stomach on the bed, shoving my face into the mattress to stifle my screams, and plowed into me from behind.

Even Ben got up relatively early in the morning when their parents came by to pick up Brian before they all headed home. As soon as the door closed behind their families, they turned on me.

"Just what was all that about?" Ben asked sternly, advancing toward me.

Joe stood behind him, his arms crossed. I took a step back.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"What did our mothers tell you, kitten?" Joe asked and I shivered. It was his rough, commanding voice.

"Oh, nothing," I said with a shrug, backing slowly down the hallway toward the bathroom.

"Nothing?" Ben said, closing the space between us quickly.

I shook my head and bit my lip. Ben's eyes widened, traveling over my body from head to toe before looking at my face again.

"Why were you three being so mysterious?" Joe stepped up next to Ben, watching me closely.

"That?" I asked, twirling a strand of hair. "Oh, that. I just told them about the three of us. That I love both of you. That I'm sleeping with both of you. That's all."

I gave them a pleasant smile when their mouths dropped open. I waited until I could see their realization that I was joking, then darted into the bathroom. I wasn't quick enough to lock the door behind me, and it flung open with both of them in the doorway. I backed away until I was pressed against the opposite wall.

"That was naughty," Joe said calmly, his eyes menacing. "I think you should be punished."

My lips parted and my hips arched away from the wall reflexively.

"I was just teasing," I said in a small voice.

Joe stepped forward, his arms still crossed over his chest. I did my best to conceal my response, but my legs were quivering in anticipation. Tearing my eyes from Joe, I glanced behind him at Ben, who looked bemused. Had they planned this? I wondered. Regardless, I knew I would be grateful later. My panties were already damp. 

I held my breath, waiting for Joe's next move. He took one step closer to me and began unbuckling his belt. Instead of undoing his jeans, he slid the belt out and folded it in half, resting one end in his palm. He held my eyes, bouncing the belt in his hand and flexing it. I heard myself gasp and pressed my palms against the wall behind me.

"Bring her into my room," Joe said over his shoulder to Ben without removing his eyes from mine.

I blinked in alarm. "Joe, I -"

"No talking," he interrupted harshly.

He held my gaze for another moment as if making sure I understood, then spun on his heel and walked out of the room.

I met Ben's eyes, knowing mine were wide. His sparkled with excitement, but he was keeping the rest of his face blank. He walked to me, took my hand, and led me to Joe's room. My heart was pounding and I was already so aroused that I stumbled on my feet a few times. By the time we entered Joe's room, the anticipation was causing me to breathe in short gulps. Joe was sitting against his headboard completely naked, the belt still in his hands. I pressed my lips together and swallowed my moan.

"Undress her from the waist down," Joe said coolly to Ben with a nod toward me.

Ben had my pants and underwear off in a flash. Joe held out a hand and Ben tossed him my panties. Joe smoothed them out on the bed next to him before looking at us again.

"Here," was all he said.

Ben stepped behind me and grabbed me by the arms, propelling me to the bed. He shoved me so that my stomach rested on Joe's thighs. I felt his hard-on brush against my arm and let out a whimper. Joe pushed me down firmly with a hand between my shoulder blades.

"Shut up," he said in that quiet but demanding voice that brooked no opposition.

I bit my lip, staring at the bed, trying to control my breathing.

"Hold her down," Joe said.

I felt Ben get on the bed and place one of his hands behind my neck, the other on my back. The cool leather of Joe's belt ran across my waist and I flinched.

"Now, kitten," Joe said almost tenderly. "You are going to tell us what our moms told you...but first you need to be punished for lying to us."




I Told You So Ch. 10



My head jerked up automatically, a denial on my lips. Ben shoved my head back down.

"I know you think you were only teasing," Joe said mockingly. "But it was a lie. You lied to us and you're going to have to pay for it."

He moved the belt gently across my back as he spoke.

"I don't want to hear any excuses," he continued, his hand kneading my behind. "But I do want to hear you screaming when you're punished, otherwise I'm just going to assume the punishment isn't working, and then I'll have to do it harder and longer."

I pressed my forehead to the mattress, smothering a quiet moan.

"And then we are going to want an apology," Joe told me. "And you're going to have to make us believe it. Now, the only words I want to hear come out of your mouth right now are the ones that tell me you understand. Look at me."

Ben's hand loosened on my neck and I turned to look up at Joe. His eyes were dark but controlled, his face impassive. I searched his eyes and for just a second thought I saw them soften slightly. I knew I could say the word and this would be over in an instant. I also knew I didn't want it to be over. I nodded slowly at him.

"I understand," I said meekly.

The smile Joe gave me was almost proud. He nodded at Ben, who shoved my head back down. Joe dragged the belt the length of my back and then drew it away. The first lash came immediately and even though I knew it was going to happen, I still jerked in surprise and cried out. I felt a hand smooth over my behind where the belt had struck, and then another hit with the belt. Again, a hand running over the injured skin, and another sharp thwack. I screamed with each hit and flinched with each stroke of his hands. My legs were trembling and my arousal was obvious by the moisture dampening my thighs. I didn't think to count but I am certain I didn't make it to five lashes before I was begging for forgiveness, my pleas as much of a turn on for me as the punishment was.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry," I sobbed. "I shouldn't have lied. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, sir."

I don't know what made me add the 'sir' but as soon as I did, everything in the room stopped and I heard a low growl rumble from Joe's chest. The belt dropped next to me and his hands were on my behind, squeezing and pinching roughly.

"I really am sorry, sir," I repeated plaintively, sniffing as tears fell down my cheeks.

"Good girl," Joe murmured, his tone still commanding. "But we're not done yet," he said, slapping my behind.

I cried out and jerked forward. I felt Ben's fingers tighten around my throat and gasped.

"What did they tell you?" Ben's voice was hot and fierce in my ear.

My eyes fluttered shut and I tried to take a deep breath. I paid for my hesitation with a stronger squeeze around my throat and another spank on my bottom.

"What. Did. They. Say." Ben loosened his hold slightly but spoke just as firmly.

"They -" I broke off in a sob. "They just said, you guys - you were always close - and - and - they thought for a while - that you were in love with each other - that you guys were gay and a couple -" I gasped in relief when Ben's hand released my throat, gulping for air.

There was silence in the room and I braved a glance at Ben. He was sitting back, resting on his heels, grinning at Joe. Then I heard them laughing. Angry disbelief flooded through me, then I rolled my eyes but didn't dare move.

"Well, that's not as bad as showing her the pictures from when we dressed like twins for that entire year," I heard Joe say.

"Or all the naked pictures of us sharing a bed when we were little," Ben said.

They were both laughing so hard they could barely speak. I propped my head up and looked at them. They weren't paying any attention to me, so I grabbed the belt and swatted it at Ben. I don't think it was hard enough to hurt, but it startled him enough to grab my arms and pull me off Joe so that our eyes were level. I looked at him steadily, watching him try to contain his lingering amusement without success. Narrowing my eyes, I slid my arm out of his grasp and turned quickly to slap Joe with the belt, hitting him on his upper thigh. He sucked in a sharp breath and grabbed my wrist hard enough that I released the belt.

"You are still going to pay," he said, all humor gone.

I bit my lip and his eyes trailed over my body possessively. He spun me and threw me onto Ben's lap, my face hitting his thighs. Joe roughly pulled my hips up and plunged a finger inside me. I cried out and Ben aimed his cock into my mouth, gripping my hair so I couldn't pull away.

"Fuck, Chelsea," Joe said roughly, removing his finger. "You are so wet."

I moaned around Ben. He pulled my arms behind my back so I couldn't touch him with anything but my mouth. Joe was pinching and kneading my butt cheeks, sliding along my slit. He pushed into me in one thrust, slapping my ass at the same time. I screamed around Ben and felt him gasp. Joe continued thrusting into me, timing random entries with a sharp spank, bucking me forward onto Ben. They held me prone, Joe drilling me from behind and Ben fucking my mouth, until I felt them both swell and knew they were close. Joe's fingers were pressed painfully into me and he brought one hand to my belly before finding my clit, pinching it roughly. I growled around Ben.

"I want you to come now," Joe ordered. "Both of you," he said. "Come with me," he groaned, slamming into me.

I felt myself contract around him just as Ben's first spurt hit my throat, immediately followed by Joe's climax inside me, which he punctuated with a hard slap on my behind. Ben slipped out of my mouth and my head fell to the bed, my body convulsing around Joe as I screamed with my release. Ben gripped my face with one hand, the other stroking himself as he finished, drops landing on my cheek. Joe was shouting, continuing to spank me every time our bodies met. Finally they both fell onto their backs, releasing their holds on me. I gripped the sheets in a fist and bit on my knuckles, gasping and sobbing as I gradually caught my breath. It was taking them just as long to recover, so when I rolled to my back and looked between them, they were still panting and unmoving.

"Fucking assholes," I muttered, somewhat affectionately.

Joe chuckled, reaching out for my leg and turning so he could clamp his thighs around mine.

"That was awesome," he told me with a smug smile.

I couldn't deny it, but I refused to agree just yet.

"Assholes," I said more firmly, trying not to smile. "Did you guys plan that?"

Ben snorted. "Fuck no." He propped himself up to look at us. "I just went with it." He looked at Joe. "Jesus Christ, dude - I had no idea you had such a dark side."

"What - he didn't tie you up and spank you when you guys were gay for each other?" I asked wickedly.

Ben pounced on me, holding my shoulders down.

"Have you not learned your lesson yet, missy?" he teased, biting my neck.

"Yes, sir," I murmured, smiling as he kissed me. 

I sighed as I felt him settle against me, growing harder already. I forced myself to push him away, launching myself on top of him.

"No," I said firmly, running my tongue along his neck. "Neither of you get to be inside me again until tonight."

"Oh, really?" Ben asked, pressing our crotches together.

"Yes -" I broke off when Joe wrapped around me from behind.

"Yes," I repeated. "We're going to take a shower," I told them haughtily. "And we can touch each other..." I ran my eyes over Ben's chest. "In fact, I'm going to insist on it. But nothing else, until tonight."

I brushed my lips against his softly, then turned to meet Joe's lips.

"Because tonight, you're both going to be inside me."

I took advantage of their shock to slide out from between them, causing Joe to tumble onto Ben. I knelt, thrilled by the sight of them. They were barely touching really, but even the suggestion of them naked and tangled together made a tingling warmth spread through my body. I made an approving sound deep in my throat.

"That is fucking gorgeous," I breathed, my hands cupping my breasts without thinking.

I shook my head slightly and met their eyes.

"Tonight. You're both going to be inside me. At the same time." I paused, running my hands down my sides and cupping them between my legs. "In the same place."

I watched as their eyes widened, both of their chests heaving, and smiled slowly.

"Now. Shower," I ordered.

I started to get off the bed and squealed when Joe lunged for me. He caught me easily, tossing me in the air a little before cradling me in his arms.

"You're amazing," he whispered, his lips brushing my temple.

I was struck by the loving look he gave me. I wrinkled my brow quizzically and he smiled self-consciously.

"Did I hurt you, kitten?" he asked quietly.

I smirked. "Wasn't that the point?" I teased.

We reached the bathroom and he shifted me so that I slid down his body until my feet reached the floor. He cupped my cheek.

"Well, yes and no," he said, looking concerned.

I touched the hand on my face. "I loved it," I whispered, smiling when his eyes lit up.

I spanked his behind as Ben joined us.

"Get in, both of you," I told them.

Our shower was small, but we didn't mind crowding in. Ben lathered his hands in a bar of soap before handing it to Joe.

"You'd better tend to that delicious ass," he remarked. "Make sure you didn't do any permanent damage."

Joe complied, taking the job very seriously, running his sudsy fingers all over my behind gently.

"I'd apologize," he murmured into my ear, "if I didn't know how much you liked it."

Ben and I both chuckled. Ben was circling his hands around my breasts and I grabbed the soap from Joe to wash Ben's chest, slowly moving my way down to his crotch. I sighed happily.

"God, you really did love it," Ben teased, tweaking a nipple.

"I'm not the only one," I reminded him.

He grinned and kissed me. I continued stroking his hardening shaft, staring into his eyes. Joe nudged me forward so my breasts were smashed against Ben's chest and I giggled as our slippery bodies met. Joe worked his soapy hands into my back and shoulders and I sighed again. I faced him to wash his front, then turned him to do his back. Ben's hands came around to my breasts again and I covered them with mine, our fingers tangling as we cupped and fondled them. I moved our joined hands to Joe and we massaged soap into his back, running our fingers along his spine. I removed my hands from Ben's, traveling them down to Joe's behind and thighs and watched as Ben's hands continued moving on Joe, my breath quickening.

Joe turned to face us, his chest heaving slightly. I met his eyes as he ran his hands down my arms until our fingers laced. Repositioning myself so that I was somewhat facing both of them, I brought Joe's hand to Ben's chest and we pressed our fingers into his flesh. I glanced between them covertly, gauging their reactions, and guided Joe's hand lower until we reached the straining erection between Ben's legs, circling it with our fingers. If they were unnerved, they either hid it well or recovered too quickly for me to notice. I slid my hand away and Joe continued stroking Ben's shaft. I wrapped an arm around each of them, cupping and squeezing their behinds. Ben lifted one of his hands and slowly reached out to place it on Joe's chest. He rested it there, unmoving for a while, before gradually running the suds over his body.

I realized I was holding my breath and gripping their behinds tightly, feeling them clench and flex under my hands. My eyes were moving back and forth between them, watching them touch each other and becoming more aroused with each movement of their hands.

"Jesus," I breathed. "That is just so hot."

Ben looked at me. "You like that, huh?" he asked faintly.

I nodded, my eyes wide and my lips parted with desire.

"Full of surprises," he murmured, giving me a slow kiss.

Joe surprised me by running a hand down my body and then grasping a nipple between his fingers. I gasped and he grinned. Narrowing my eyes, I took their hands and forced them to stop touching each other.

"No fun stuff until tonight," I admonished. "Who's going to wash my hair?" I demanded.



I Told You So Ch. 11



We spent the rest of the day lounging together on the couch with the TV on but barely paying attention to it. Our hands periodically drifted over whatever body parts were near us, regardless of who they belonged to. By late afternoon I was antsy, feeling a constant throb in my belly and an ache between my legs. The only thing that kept me from acting on it was knowing the two of them were just as edgy from arousal. My desire to spur them on kept me in check and also made me assertive, which they seemed to enjoy.

We cooked an early dinner together, struggling to keep our focus on the food. After we ate, I ordered Joe to clean up. Once he was in the kitchen, I climbed onto Ben's lap while we were still at the table. I locked my arms around his neck and straddled him, hooking my ankles behind the chair back. His hands came immediately to my hips, pressing me into his crotch. I smiled but made no move to kiss him, just letting him touch and stroke me.

"I love you," I whispered.

He smiled sweetly at me, his hunger momentarily fading into tenderness.

"I love you, Chelsea," he replied, giving me a soft kiss.

My eyes opened lazily and I saw Joe come back into the room, stopping short at the sight of us. I ordered him to stand behind me, which he did in two steps, shoving the table back to make room. His fierce urgency inflamed me. I leaned my head back to look at him.

"Take off my shirt," I demanded.

Joe's hands found the hem of my loose t-shirt and pulled it off my head. Now all I had on were lacy boy shorts. I leaned my head back again.

"Kiss me," I told him.

He cupped a hand at the back of my head and bent down. His lips grazed mine a few times before pressing against mine. I ran my tongue against his lips and his mouth opened to me, drawing my tongue against his. I ground myself into Ben as Joe's lips had their usual instantaneous effect on me. Their hands roamed my body and I had no idea who was touching me where. I broke the kiss with a moan, my head falling forward to meet Ben's lips. Joe pressed his body against me, his crotch pushing me closer to Ben.

My frenetic need for them ebbed into something else - a deep longing to just be closer, to be tied together intimately. At that moment I would have been perfectly satisfied to just kiss and hold them all night. All my bossiness disappeared. I unhooked my ankles from behind the chair and leaned away from Ben.

"Stand up," I whispered.

Ben cupped my behind and tried to adjust my legs. Joe stepped in to help, steadying my back and holding some of my weight as Ben stood. My legs immediately circled his hips and Joe pressed against me, sandwiching me between them. I kissed Ben slowly, then offered my mouth to Joe.

"I need you guys," I said in a moan. "Please make love to me."

They each let out a shuddering breath and somehow moved in closer, tightening their hold on me. Joe had me straighten my legs so he could take off my panties then repositioned them around Ben. He reached around me to wrap his arms around Ben and turned to face the couch. Walking steadily, he guided Ben backwards until his legs hit the couch. 

Settling me on his lap, Ben's mouth captured mine, searching for my tongue and caressing it with his. Joe was stroking my back, his lips teasing and nuzzling my neck. He leaned into me, urging Ben to scoot up before lying back. Together Ben and I shoved his boxers off while Joe shed his before returning to press against me. I could barely breathe but relished the feeling, clutching Ben to me and reaching an arm behind me to touch Joe.

Joe positioned my thighs on either side of Ben's legs, pulling me up to a sitting position in the process. Ben's hands spanned my waist and Joe caressed my breasts from behind, my head falling back to rest on his chest. Ben's grip tightened and he lifted me above him.

"Put me inside," he gasped.

I fumbled behind me, searching for him, and my fingers met Joe's. I glanced behind me in surprise but Joe was looking past me. Turning to Ben, I could see their eyes were trained on each other. I let out a small sigh, covering Joe's fingers with mine, and together we slid Ben inside me. I felt Joe's hands roaming between us at our joining, his chest still against my back, his rod stiff against my behind. I rotated my hips slightly, watching Ben's dazed expression with a smile.

Joe pushed me down to rest on Ben's chest, or Ben pulled me to meet him; I'm not sure if one or both occurred. I felt an increased pressure and knew that Joe was at my opening. I sucked in a breath and Ben grasped my hand, holding it between our bodies.

"Are you okay, kitten?" Joe asked, his voice a soft caress.

"Yes," I whispered, my cheek resting against Ben's. "It was a good surprise, not pain," I told them.

"Are you guys ready?" Joe asked in the same gentle tone.

I faced Ben, who was looking over my shoulder and nodding. I gave him a kiss before glancing over my shoulder at Joe with a smile. He ran a hand down my back and nudged his hips forward. I watched Ben's eyes widen in amazement as Joe pushed into me. It was a tight fit and I could feel every detail of their rigid members against my inner walls. I began spasming around them instantly as my body accommodated their combined girth. I fought to control myself, not wanting to prevent Joe's entry. Finally he sank completely into me and we all let out a loud sigh.

"Oh, my God," Ben said weakly.

"Christ," Joe whispered.

"What does it feel like?" I asked breathlessly.

There was a silence, then Ben gave an awkward chuckle. "I - I don't even know how to describe it. It feels amazing."

Joe ran his tongue up my neck, stopping to tease my earlobe. He let out a low growl. "It really does."

"You?" Ben asked me, stroking my back.

I arched slightly, still pressed between them. "You have no idea," I said in a moan.

We lay unmoving other than our hands which were exploring each other's bodies.

"Let us know when you're ready, honey," Joe said, his voice sounding as though he were struggling to speak.

I rocked experimentally, my eyes rolling back.

"Just - let me - for a minute," I stammered, the sensations overwhelming me.

They held still inside me as I moved languidly over them, their hands touching me everywhere in encouragement. My movements were shallow, barely thrusting on them, but it was enough to make me groan and whimper, my insides clenching and releasing. Their breaths were coming in short gasps, their bodies tense with restraint.

"Are you going to come?" Ben whispered.

"I - I -" I gasped. "I - want to wait -"

Ben kissed me. "Why, silly?" he teased.

"Let us feel you come," Joe murmured. "I want to feel you."

I could feel it starting, the tense coil deep in my stomach almost painful. It was somewhat excruciating, simultaneously feeling like I could climax in a second but also that it was going to take a frustratingly long time before I found release. I couldn't explain it; normally orgasms were not elusive to me. But the sensation was so overwhelming and new that it was like my body couldn't recognize what it should do.

"I don't - know if I can -" I sputtered.

"Oh, you can, kitten," Joe said, his deep voice vibrating against my back. "You can. I already feel it starting..."

"I can, too," Ben said, looking at me in fascination. "You're fluttering around us, babe. Doesn't it feel good?"

"Mm," I whimpered. "Yes."

"Close your eyes," Ben whispered, lacing our fingers together and bringing them between our chests. "Don't think about anything except the feeling of us inside you."

I deepened my thrust experimentally once and let out a long moan.

"That's it, sweetheart," Ben continued. "Let go. We've got you."

I felt Ben's lips on mine, starting with slow swipes before his tongue discovered mine in a kiss that I felt in every inch of my body. My ears tingled and I felt a rush of heat between my legs that left me dizzy. He didn't let up, kissing me deeply until I was moaning. Joe was stroking my waist, his mouth finding the sensitive spot on my neck below my ear.

"You're so close," Joe whispered. "So close, kitten. God, you feel so amazing."

I dragged my lips from Ben's and cried out.

"Yes, honey," Joe said huskily. "Let go. Come for us."

"Look at me," Ben said tenderly.

My eyes flew open and met his. He smiled softly. I cried out again, shutting my eyes briefly before finding his gaze again.

"Oh - oh -" I felt my eyes widen in surprise as my orgasm began. "Oh, God," I cried out. I rocked my hips more quickly.

My body was taking over, my mind completely blank. I knew I was moments from tensing completely and felt my limbs weakening.

"Please," I begged. "Fuck me."

Everything stilled for a second and then they started moving, tentatively at first as they figured out their timing. They began moving together, then quickly alternated their thrusts. I shrieked and tensed before my release made me slump between them.

"Don't stop," I cried out, my body quivering. "Don't stop," I pleaded.

They ground into me in a frenzy, calling out directions to the other. Sometimes they would alternate, or one would hold still while the other pounded into me, or they would try to synchronize their thrusts. Through it all I kept coming, my voice changing from screams to moans to grunts and growls and back again as they pushed me over the edge repeatedly. I heard their voices change to guttural noises and looked into Ben's eyes.

"Come for me," I whispered.

He blinked, his face tensing for a moment. Then his eyes squeezed shut and he let out a long groan ending in a shout as his hips jerked. I gripped his face and he looked at me in astonishment. Joe had stopped while Ben came and now fell on my back, his hands gripping Ben's arms.

"Fuck," Joe breathed. "That was -" he stopped speaking and began plunging into me and against Ben who was still pulsing weakly inside me.

"Joe," I said in a demanding moan.

Ben gripped my hands, crushing them to his chest, inhaling sharply at the sensation. My climax peaked again and I heard Joe shout, his hands now pressed around my waist.

"Oh - fuck - god - oh - oh," Joe cried out.

"God dammit," I shrieked. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, fuck!"

Joe's body slumped onto mine, both of us pushing Ben deep into the couch.

"Oh, my God, oh, my God," I kept muttering. "Don't you guys dare move."

I felt a rumbling as one or both of them attempted laughter.

"I don't think I'll ever be able to move," Joe panted.

"Jesus," I drawled, moving my hips against them.

The movement was barely noticeable but they both sucked in their breath and gripped me tighter. I heard Ben wheeze slightly and looked at him in concern.

"Roll," I told Joe.

He groaned and turned, his hands holding onto Ben so we all awkwardly rolled to our sides. I sighed a little sadly as they slipped out of me. I tugged Ben's head until our mouths met, kissing him slowly. Our eyes met briefly before I turned back to Joe, finding his lips. My breathing was ragged. I watched through half-closed eyes as Ben's hand lifted up to rest on Joe's neck. Joe tightened his grip on Ben's arm, moving it around his back in an embrace, squishing me between them. 

I felt Joe's head over my shoulder. He pulled Ben to him and their lips met in a tender, chaste kiss. My mouth dropped open in surprise and I felt moisture spring into my eyes. They held eye contact for just a moment, but it was intense. Smiling, I wiggled onto my back and snaked an arm around each of them, nudging their heads to rest on my chest. We all let out a long, satisfied breath.

"I love you guys," Ben murmured, taking my hand and twining our fingers.

"I love you," I said dreamily. "Both of you."

Joe cleared his throat and propped up on an elbow to look at us. "Listen, I don't want to hurt either of your feelings, but I think I just want to be friends. Really, it's not you, it's me."

We burst out laughing. Joe grinned and tweaked my nipple. I slapped his hand away.

"Did you guys have fun?" I asked a few minutes later. When they both chuckled, I continued. "So, can we do it again?" I looked between them expectantly.

"Now?" Joe asked, incredulous.

I grinned. "I'm ready whenever you are," I said, dropping a hand on each of their groins, delighted to feel them responding, though minimally.

"Fuck, you're amazing," Ben said in a groan before kissing me.

I watched in amusement as they each tried to rally before giving them a reprieve.

"I'm going to the bathroom - put in a movie for us to watch while you guys rest," I said, trying to smother a giggle.

"Now you're even more amazing," Joe said appreciatively.

I returned with drinks and popcorn. Joe and I propped ourselves up with pillows and he slipped an arm around my shoulder, nudging my head to his chest. Ben rested his head on my lap and fell asleep almost immediately. Joe and I were silent for the first twenty or so minutes of the movie, only half paying attention.

"Kitten?" Joe murmured.

"Yeah?"

"You know when...you and your friend Janine were roommates?"

I smirked, wondering if he was going to ask me to tell him about my threesomes, which I had already done a couple of times by now.

"What about it?"

"Did you and she ever...fool around? Without a guy - just with each other?"

"Yeah, we did."

Joe squeezed my arm, inhaling deeply. "Really," he stated.

I chuckled. "Do you need a minute?" I asked, glancing at him.

He laughed. "No, smartass."

I giggled, snuggling into him.

"When you guys were together," Joe went on haltingly. "Did you consider yourself bisexual?"

I thought for a moment. "Um, I probably did. Or, I went back and forth, depending on my mood. I had a hard time defining it, I guess." I tilted my head up to look at him. "But it's not like whatever she and I did was really out there for the public, you know? We were never dating or anything like that."

Joe nodded, focusing on the TV. "So...was it - confusing for you? Trying to figure out...figure out how to label it, I guess?"

I slipped my arm around his stomach and pressed myself closer to him as the reason for his questions became clear.

"I think it was confusing, when I let it be," I said softly. "When I thought too much about it. I couldn't tell if I really was attracted to women in general or if it was just Janine or if it was just because we got drunk and loose together."

Joe chuckled, but still wouldn't look at me.

"It was our friend Rob who convinced me to just let it go," I continued. "He told me to quit worrying about whether or not I was gay or straight or bi, because odds are, I was just slutty." I giggled. "I need to call him, I miss him."

Joe finally looked at me, grinning. "Were you? Just slutty?"

I shrugged. "Probably."

He clutched his chest in mock agony and said in a groan, "Why did I not meet you then?"

I laughed. "Right, because I am so uptight these days. I really need to loosen up."

Joe hugged me, grinning.

"Besides, I prefer to think of it as...hedonistic rather than slutty. I was just enjoying myself and if it felt good or if I wanted it, I did it. While being safe, of course," I added unnecessarily.

He was nodding absently, not meeting my eyes.

"Are you concerned about that?" I asked quietly. "About how you feel about Ben?"

He looked at me sideways with a self-conscious smile.

"Honestly? I've been concerned about it since we were, like, twelve."

"Really?" I was glad my voice came out curious but not shocked.

"Yeah." Joe sighed. "I mean, not obsessively concerned. But -" he stopped and looked at me helplessly.

"But your friendship is so unusual it's made you wonder?" I guessed. "Maybe unusual isn't a great word - unique?"

He smiled at me gratefully. "Yeah, unique. He's like another part of me. And I love our friendship...but..." he trailed off and looked at me again.

I studied him for a moment before leaning into him again, wrapping my arms around him while I tried to think of what to say.

"Are you attracted to Ben? Physically?" I asked plainly. "In the everyday, not when we're all in bed together," I added.

"Not really. I mean, I love him and I think the world of him and I think that makes me appreciate his attractiveness, if that makes sense. But if you're asking if just the sight of him makes me want to rip his clothes off, then no."

I burst into giggles. "You have a way with words."

"Well, I try," Joe said, kissing the top of my head.

"So, it's really just when we're all naked and messing around that things seem to...happen?"

"I guess. Maybe that's what's confusing. I don't see him that way until we're with you and everything is just so - just so fucking hot," he said vehemently.

I risked a glance at him and saw him staring at me heatedly. My heartrate sped up at just the mention of us being together. I swallowed.

"Right," I said briskly, looking away. "It doesn't sound like you're gay or even bi. It just sounds like you have a special kinship with him - your friendship really is remarkable, after all. So you just get caught up in everything when we're together and go with it, because you guys already have that deep bond. And maybe you're also a little bit slutty," I couldn't help adding with a grin.

"Maybe," Joe said with a laugh. "Does it bother you?"

"What - your closeness?" I asked in surprise. "Of course not."

"No - when we touch...when we kissed. I mean, not that I think it would ever happen - but what if things did...evolve. Would it bother you if the two of us were ever together, without you?"

I looked at him thoughtfully and then shook my head.

"I don't think so," I told him. "I think it might seem...natural."

"Really?" he asked in disbelief.

I smirked, glancing down at Ben. I ran my fingers through his hair lightly, thinking back to our first few conversations about Joe and I.

"Yeah," I said quietly. "It's like what Ben told me when he first brought up this idea - of me and you, of all of us. I love both of you, I know how your relationship is and that you love each other...and it doesn't take anything away from what I have with each of you, from what the three of us have, if that makes sense."

Joe wrapped his arms around me. "Kitten, what we have wouldn't make sense to anyone other than the three of us. But thank god it makes sense to us."

I raised myself up for a kiss. He cupped my face, his fingers tangling in my hair, and drew me in. Gently flicking his tongue before swirling it around mine, stroking my cheek, murmuring my name in quiet moans, he brought me to a heady state of desire within seconds. I looked at him hungrily when we broke apart, staring at each other briefly before our mouths met again. When this kiss ended I took his bottom lip between my teeth as we pulled away from each other, giving him a small bite.

A thought occurred to me and I turned to Ben, narrowing my eyes as I studied him. He appeared to still be asleep. Meeting Joe's gaze, I shifted my eyes to Ben and then back, giving Joe a wink and holding a finger over my lips.

"Joe?" I asked casually.

"Yes?" He looked from Ben to me, mildly confused.

"Do you think we'd be able to fuck right here without Ben waking up?" I said innocently.

Joe's eyes fluttered shut briefly. He glanced at Ben before looking at me lustfully.

"I know I'm loud," I went on seductively, watching Ben out of the corner of my eye. "Maybe if you put a gag in my mouth or something -"

I stopped and stifled a giggle when Ben's shoulders jumped. His eyes remained closed but we could hear him breathing more heavily.

"I knew you were awake!" I said, poking him.

Ben opened his eyes slowly and looked at me with disdain. "I was only half-awake," he corrected haughtily. "What's this about a gag?"

"I was just testing you," I told him, laughing.




I Told You So Ch. 11



Ben sat up and looked at the both of us. "I don't know if that was very fair to my buddy over there," he said with a nod at Joe.

I turned and met Joe's gaze, dark and menacing. I bit my lip nervously even as my thighs clenched together instinctively.

"Yes, what about that gag, kitten?" Joe said quietly. He was staring at me as if he'd forgotten Ben was there. "Would you let me gag you?"

I responded to his words instantly. My lips parted and my chest heaved from the long, anticipatory breath I took. It wasn't something I'd ever considered - truthfully, it didn't even sound appealing - but just the sound of his voice articulating the idea sent a flush through me. I stared back into his eyes, speechless, still not understanding the reaction he consistently brought about in me. I watched his lips curl into a speculative smile and his eyes began sparkling.

"That's good to know," he said matter-of-factly, as if I'd just told him what the weather was like.

I rolled my eyes and we turned to Ben.

"So, what'd you hear?" Joe asked conversationally.

Ben stretched his arms over his head. "I don't know, something about you wanting to rip my clothes off?"

Joe chuckled. "Yes, I want to rip your clothes off. Constantly," he said sarcastically.

Ben grinned. "I heard enough. But nothing that worried me." He met Joe's eyes, shrugging a little. "It is what it is, you know? I can't explain it. But I don't want anything to change."

He brought his arms around both of us in a quick hug. He went into the bathroom and I turned to Joe.

"You okay?" I asked.

His expression changed from one of relief at Ben's words to desire as he regarded me for a long moment. He slowly ran his fingers across my lips, following with his eyes as if transfixed. When he looked at me it was as if I could see him picturing me with a gag in my mouth as clearly as if the image had been projected onto his face like a movie screen. I blinked nervously.

"Look," I said weakly. "I actually don't know if I'm crazy about the idea."

His expression immediately cleared and he moved his fingers from my mouth to my cheek, smiling tenderly.

"Okay," he said simply.

"Are you sure?" I asked doubtfully.

"Kitten," he said reproachfully. "Of course I'm sure. I enjoy pushing boundaries and testing limits but I would never, ever do anything that you wouldn't want. Even if you just weren't sure you would like it or not - I wouldn't risk it."

I smiled. "Thanks."

"Besides, it's not like we don't have enough to keep things interesting," he said huskily, his fingers stroking my jaw, then tilting my face up. "One look into those eyes is enough to turn me on."

I swallowed. "Right," I teased.

He took my hand and placed it on his crotch so I could feel the erection straining from his boxers, watching me the entire time. I let out a quiet moan, looking down as I began stroking him lightly. He lifted my face to meet his again.

"I can't fake that, Chels," he said softly. "Hell, just the thought of you does it, but looking at you or being near you..." He took a deep breath. "I can't get enough of you."

I gripped him tighter and tangled my hand in his hair, pulling him to me. He flattened me on the couch with the force of his kiss. My hands were fumbling with his boxers, trying to free him. I gasped against his lips when my fingers met the velvety smoothness of him. I had put my t-shirt back on when we started the movie, and he was now tugging at the neckline, stretching it out over my shoulders, pulling it down until my breasts were revealed. 

He broke our kiss and looked down at my chest for what felt like hours before lowering his head and taking one breast in his mouth. I arched my back, trying to get a better grip on him but my arms were constrained by my shirt. We both looked up when a shadow fell over us, seeing Ben had returned. He raised his eyebrows and dropped his boxers so that they were pooled at his feet.

"Don't stop on my account," he said, breathing heavily.

He sat on the couch, watching us silently. I tried to reach out to him but my arms were still pinned to my body. I began struggling and let out a whimper. Joe raised his head in amusement, sitting back to lift me up and slip the shirt off. He returned to my breasts, quickly moving down my body until he was settled between my legs. I instantly cried out, my hands in his hair. He groaned at my response, sending delicious vibrations up my body.

I reached out blindly for Ben, but he only took my hand for a minute before placing it on my breast, encouraging me to touch myself. He walked behind Joe and crouched over him, watching his lips push me to the edge. He began stroking my thighs and my outer lips, stopping at the firm nub to tease me, dipping his fingers inside me, somehow coordinating his movements without interrupting Joe at all. My head flung back and I continued crying out. 

I felt a tongue on my clit and fingers inside me and looked down at them. Ben's arm muscles were flexing as he plunged his fingers into me, his eyes boring into mine. I looked at Joe and when we made eye contact he closed his teeth around that button and I shrieked and screamed and growled, grinding my hips into them. Ben lowered his head next to Joe's just as I hit the peak and placed his teeth on my inner thigh, sucking and biting hard enough to leave a mark.

"Jesus Christ," I shouted as I was coming down.

Ben curled his fingers up to my pelvis and Joe released his teeth for a moment before nibbling. My upper body shot up and I tried to scramble back.

"Too - much," I gasped, still climaxing.

They drew away somewhat regretfully, both wearing smug smiles.

"Oh, I think you can handle more," Ben said threateningly.

He leaned over to kiss me, nudging me until I was lying on my back again. Then he looked at Joe expectantly. Joe devoured me with his eyes, then knelt between my legs. He cupped my breasts, letting his thumbs drift over the nipples. He moved slowly down my body, stopping at my waist and gripping tightly. He studied me before turning to Ben as if he were waiting for direction. 

Ben stroked my hips, curled his hands around my behind, then moved them down my legs until he reached my ankles. He took one foot and lifted it to rest on Joe's shoulder. Moving around Joe, he brought my other leg up so it rested flat against Joe's chest. He gave an approving grunt as his eyes trailed over me.

Joe positioned himself at my opening and bottomed out in one motion. My head flew back again and I groaned. Ben lifted my hips and shoved a pillow under them. Joe's hands were on my waist again, pulling me to meet his thrusts. I found the backrest and pressed my palm against it, using it to leverage myself to meet him with more force. I could feel another climax beginning and lost control of my legs. 

Ben knelt behind Joe, straightening my legs against Joe's chest and then crossed his arms over them, holding them tight against Joe. I saw Joe's eyes widen slightly as Ben pressed against his back and noticed Ben rocking in time with Joe's thrusts. I let my eyes wander down their bodies and saw their hips were aligned. Knowing that Ben's cock was pressed into Joe's ass cheeks made me shiver and my climax rushed closer to the surface.

I felt myself contracting and raked Joe's arms with my fingernails. Ben released my legs, leaning around Joe to push them open wide. He held them there, his fingers digging into my upper thighs. He kept pushing my legs wider until it was painful but my climax turned the pain into pleasure and I growled, panting their names as I peaked. 

They didn't give me time to recover; Joe never stopped pounding into me and Ben released one of my legs and passed it in front of Joe's body so it met my other leg. He placed both hands on my outer thigh, leaning his body weight on me so my hips were twisted to one side. I had lost my grip on the backrest and just dug my fingers into the cushions, riding out the next wave.

Again, Ben didn't wait for my orgasm to end before repositioning me. He moved over me, pulling my outer leg up so my thigh was resting on my chest, then grabbed my opposite arm and tucked it around my leg so I could hold it in place. His hands found my behind and he kneaded my butt cheeks, alternately spreading then pressing them together to change the intensity of Joe's onslaught. I came again, sobbing into my leg. 

They used the force of both my convulsing, shuddering climax and Joe's thrusts to nudge me over onto my stomach. I released the hold on my leg but it was trapped under my body, my knee just under my chin. Hands were still on my behind - I think Ben's - and I felt other hands gathering my hair into a ponytail and then pulling on it so my head came back. I was screaming and growling and cursing when I came, barely aware of Joe crying out when he finally let himself join me.

It took me a long time to recover and I sobbed into the couch in relief. Joe collapsed on my back and Ben spread out next to us. I looked at him, panting.

"Ready for more?" he asked slyly.

"I think Joe is," I teased, still gasping for air.

That remark earned me a sharp smack on my behind and I giggled, glancing back at Joe. Reaching for Ben, I threw a leg over his hips, gliding over his shaft. He gripped my behind and ground into me. I kissed him, biting his lip, and rocked against him.

"I need you, babe," I murmured.

His mouth was on my neck, nipping and scraping with his teeth. He reached behind me and I felt him pull Joe against my back. I flung one arm around Joe's neck, the other holding Ben tightly. Their hands were at my slick entrance, each trying to gain entry. Ben let out a fierce growl and I heard Joe gasp. I looked down our bodies and caught a glimpse of Ben's hand attempting to wrap around both of them, aiming for me. Joe's hand circled around their cocks and they guided themselves into me together.

"Ohhhh, fuck!" I screamed. "That is the hottest thing I have ever seen," I told them, my voice suddenly quiet in amazement.

They were sinking into me simultaneously, slowly stretching me as I clamped around them. We were all groaning and hanging on tight to each other. It was the closest I'd ever felt to either of them, and I was feeling it for both of them at the same time, knowing they felt it, too. Dizziness washed over me at the overstimulation and my body began shivering, my hips writhing against them of their own accord.

"Okay?" Ben gasped.

I could only nod and moan, my hips still moving, my teeth chattering from the force of my shudders.

"Fuck - me -" I panted.

They did. Their arms gripping each other, squeezing me tightly between them, they did. I just closed my eyes and held on, quivering and moaning and whispering their names. I don't know how much time passed, could barely listen to the sounds they were making. I do know that I came in one long, glorious, unending orgasm that left me shattered between them. They crushed me, both shouting and crying out as they came together, holding me while our breathing regulated.

"Sweetheart," Ben murmured in concern, running a finger under my eye.

I felt him wipe away a tear and looked at him in surprise. I hadn't realized I was crying. I hugged them tighter to me.

"You're crying," Joe realized. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I said, sniffing. "Nothing at all." I let out a shaky breath. "Just - nothing's wrong. Everything is perfect."

They each kissed a cheek and I sighed, trying to control my emotions.

"Just - don't let go," I whimpered.

They somehow held me tighter, enclosing me in a combined embrace, nuzzling me and whispering loving words until I calmed down. We eventually fell asleep in a tangle on the couch, nearly oversleeping and all barely making it to work on time the next morning. I didn't care. I glided into my office, my feet barely touching the ground, sending them each a sweet text before I even sat down. I couldn't get rid of the dreamy smile on my face.



I Told You So Ch. 12



I dropped the box of clothes on the floor next to the mattresses leaning up against the wall and sighed in exhaustion.

"I am never, ever moving again. Ever," I stated to no one in particular.

Ben's arms slipped around me from behind, his chin resting on my shoulder.

"That works for me," he said, kissing my neck.

"Especially in fucking August," Joe said, coming into the room to deposit another box and then flopping on the floor.

I smirked, holding Ben's arms around me. "We need beers. And we need to turn up the central air. I don't care if it destroys our electric bill."

Ben kissed me. "Your wish is my command, sweetheart."

He left the room and I sank to the floor, stretching out on the carpet. We had bought a house - technically just Ben and I, though we had taken Joe with us to every showing and insisted on getting his input. Naturally he would be moving in with us. It was small, but perfect for us. The attic had been finished and turned into suite with a bedroom and a very large spa-like bathroom. There was also a small sitting area with floor to ceiling windows that opened onto a balcony overlooking the backyard. The main floor had another bedroom and bathroom for Joe, along with a spacious living area and eat-in kitchen. The boys had already begun plans to finish the basement to add a bedroom and possibly another bath.

Ben returned with beer and snacks, and some pillows for us to lounge on. I was torn between wanting to unpack so we could feel settled, and never wanting to move from my position on the floor. Ben reclined next to me and I quickly chose the latter. None of us spoke, and I found my mind wandering over the past year, the past six months. I still recognized our situation as unusual, but it had become so natural that it no longer confused me.

Joe and Ben's physical relationship had never evolved into anything independent of me, but seeing their closeness when we were all together - in bed or out - was as fulfilling to me as I know it was to them. For some reason it seemed like the one hurdle I needed in order to fully accept how I felt about both of them individually. I still couldn't explain it, just knew it felt right; that we all belonged together. It worked.

Nothing had changed for Ben and I, either. We got enough alone time but it was becoming less of a priority, as if things were only complete when the three of us spent time together. 

If our families thought it was strange that we all continued living together, no one said anything. My parents had visited and met them, but my relationship with them was already so distant that I don't know if they noticed anything unusual. I wondered if Ben and Joe's parents - at least their mothers - had their suspicions. Joe and I were always affectionate with each other, and there was an exchange of surprised looks the first time he called me kitten in front of them, but they knew firsthand how close Ben and Joe were, so I assumed they explained it away in their minds as an extension of their relationship. 

Joe did date, surprisingly. Even more surprising is that I was the one who encouraged him - nagged him, more like it. I suppose I couldn't let go of the part of me that felt that things should at some point become more...normal. Whenever he did date, I insisted things stop between us, wanting to give him and a potential new relationship a real chance to progress. We were still close and spent a lot of time together, but it was obvious that Ben and I each missed him. We weren't exactly jealous when he would date someone, but we were a little lonelier, maybe.

Recently he'd been seeing a woman named Mia, who I really liked. She was five years older than us, which I think made her confident enough to handle the comfort level the three of us had. With the few other women he'd dated that had spent time with us, I could sense their discomfort and unease with the way Joe and I were together. We may not have been having sex, but our mutual affection was something that we didn't try to hide.

Ben and I knew he and Mia had started sleeping together - Joe always spent the night at her place, which we teased him about. Mia was smart and open, hilarious with a devious sense of humor, but he still claimed he didn't want her to feel intimidated by listening to me in bed since I couldn't refrain from being loud. I boldly relayed this to Mia and she told Joe she could rise to the challenge if he could, at which point he smacked me on the behind while she laughed. 

Her response made me like her even more, and I would be lying if I said I hadn't fleetingly wondered what it would be like to have a foursome with them. It was something I refused to entertain, however. I knew I wouldn't be able to handle watching Ben with another woman, even if it was just another woman in the same room that he didn't touch.

I laughed to myself now, realizing how hypocritical I was.

"What should we do for dinner?" I asked them. Now that I had cooled off and relaxed, I was starting to get anxious to get back to work.

"I'm seeing Mia tonight," Joe told us.

He was still lying on his back on the floor and his eyes had been closed, but now he opened them to give us a playful grin.

"Give you guys the chance to christen the new house. All I ask is that you save my bedroom for when I'm back."

Ben laughed but I looked at Joe in surprise. "You know that's not happening when you're with Mia," I reprimanded.

Joe shrugged and I narrowed my eyes. "You're not thinking about breaking up with her, are you?"

"What? No," he protested. "She's great."

"Do you see a future with her?" I asked.

I felt Ben's arm around me increase in pressure and I glanced at him to find him shaking his head slightly. I gave him a quizzical look before turning back to Joe when he spoke.

"I don't think so, kitten," Joe said quietly.

I pressed my lips together to prevent myself from asking the flood of questions hovering on the tip of my tongue.

"I thought you really liked her," was all I said in a small voice.

"I do," Joe said, sitting up. "She's just not the one."

I had a feeling he was using all his control to not look at me when he said it and I bit my lip. Ben took my hand and I looked at him again. His smile was rueful. I let out a small sigh.

"Joe -" I began regretfully.

He was at my side in an instant, giving me a quick hug. "Stop," he admonished, kissing my forehead. "I'm going to take a shower."

I glanced at Ben. He was watching Joe walk out of the room with a sympathetic expression. I rested my head on his shoulder, not wanting to speak. There wasn't anything to say about it - at least, nothing that we hadn't already said before on numerous occasions. Determined to shake the somber mood, I ran my hand up Ben's thigh.

"Which room first?" I asked suggestively. "The kitchen? Or should we try the steam option in the shower?"

I leaned away to meet his eyes and he grinned wickedly.

"The shower," he said decisively.

I smiled warmly at him, knowing he wanted our first time in our first home to be as private as possible. This was confirmed when he locked the door and set up the stereo quickly to turn up some music. He followed me into the bathroom so silently I gave a start when his arms came around me from behind. I pressed my behind into his crotch with a little sigh.

"I love you, babe," he whispered against my neck before turning me to face him.

"I love you," I murmured, running a finger down his cheek.

He gave me soft kisses on my cheeks, my eyelids, my forehead and then started to undress me.

"So later..." he said between kisses. "Later, when we're in bed...we're going to make love..."

"Oh?" I said breathlessly, running my hands up his back under his shirt.

"Yes," he said, brushing his lips against mine as he pushed my shirt off my shoulders. "We can light candles and it will be romantic and sweet and I'll do whatever you want..." He began pushing my shorts down my hips. "Anything you want. But right now..."

He crouched down, sliding my clothes further down my body and stopping to kiss my belly.

"Right now," he repeated, giving a small growl as his mouth teased my thighs. He met my eyes. "Right now, I want to fuck you."

I moaned and arched my hips toward him. He finished undressing me in silence and stood while I removed his clothes.

"I want you to sit on that bench in there," he said, indicating the shower as I removed his shorts. "And I want you to spread your legs for me..."

I looked up at him, waiting for him to continue.

"And then I'm to taste you," he told me quietly, grabbing my arms and bringing me to my feet. "I'm going to stick my tongue inside you and then I'm going to wrap my lips around your clit. And when I do, I want you to grab my hair like it's a handle and not let go."

I was breathing heavily at this point, staring into his eyes, his arms gripping me so tightly I couldn't move.

"And then?" I asked haltingly.

He smiled slowly. "And then...well, I think I'll make you wait and see."

He wiggled his eyebrows and picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. He sat me on the shower bench and turned on the shower.

"I'll be right back," he said, giving me a kiss. "Spread those legs for me, babe."

I did as he asked and within minutes he was back, pausing to move his eyes over every inch of me before kneeling in front of me. He stroked my legs from the ankles until he reached my center and teased me with his fingers. He ran his tongue along the crease of my thighs, making me tremble and whimper, before finally entering me with it. My head came back against the shower wall but I was too aroused to feel any pain. I gripped his hair and held on tight. 

He stabbed me with his tongue, his fingers circling my clit but not touching it directly. Then his fingers joined his tongue and he had to hold me steady with his free hand. He began nibbling on my inner thighs, his fingers plunging into me. He increased the force of his arm and his bites as I got closer, then his teeth found my clit and his fingers met my g-spot. My legs clamped around his head as I came, my cries echoing off the tile and reverberating around us.

I whimpered as he started to draw away from me. "More," I pleaded.

I caught a glimpse of his grin and felt his fingers curl up again, making my body jerk on the small bench. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me into his lap. I clutched his shoulders and was still coming down when he found my g-spot again, this time pressing his thumb to my tender nub and sending me off the cliff's edge one more time.

"Jesus," he said with a satisfied sigh. "You are so beautiful when you come." He brushed wet strands of hair from my face. "And so sexy with the water spraying down on you like this. So beautiful..."

He gave me a deep kiss and I cupped his cheeks, still panting heavily. My eyes blinked open slowly as I recovered. I took in the sight of him, completely wet, his strong chest heaving, the desire shining in his stunning green eyes, and I felt my breath catch.

"You look like a Greek god," I said in amazement. I ran my fingers through his wet hair, then following the trail of a water droplet down his chest. "God, Ben. You're the sexy one."

I licked my lips and knew I was staring at him hungrily. He kissed me with urgency and I melted into him, moaning against his lips.

"What are you going to do to me now?" I asked coyly.

"Now, I'm going to have you hold on to that towel bar," he said softly, his hands caressing my hips. "And I'm going to slide inside you," he continued, his fingers dipping into me once before withdrawing. He held my waist and lifted me off him. "And then I'm going to fuck you until you're begging for mercy."

He slapped my behind as I got up and then grabbed my wrists, placing my hands on the towel rod. He stroked the length of my back, giving my shoulder blade a bite, then surprised me with another spank. I cried out and rested my head between my hands, my legs already trembling. I felt him step back and started to turn but he tangled a hand in my hair to stop me.

"Don't turn around," he ordered.

There was a long moment where he didn't touch me at all, and then his hands were everywhere: in my hair, pulling my head back so he could kiss me, on my hips, kneading my butt cheeks, stroking my legs. I was quivering and whimpering and barely able to keep my hold on the rod.

"Ben," I gasped. "Please."

He grunted approvingly and his knee came between my legs, nudging them further apart. His fingers circled around my opening teasingly until I finally felt the reward of his crown start to enter me. I groaned in anticipation but he withdrew almost immediately.

"Babe, please," I demanded.

His hands tightened on my waist and he slid inside me, only partially before withdrawing again. He did this over and over, each time giving me more of him but still not filling me completely. I begged and pleaded, demanded and shouted, moaned and cried out, but it wasn't until my forehead was on my hands and I could only make small sobbing sounds that he thrust into me with everything he had. He held still for a moment, then began, as promised, fucking me until I was screaming and growling and begging - but I was begging for him to continue.

When I was just beginning to feel my climax begin, I felt pressure in my behind and it pushed me over the edge. I was convulsing against him, my hands threatening to slip off the towel rod, my legs buckling beneath me. He continued moving without a break and I realized he must have at least two fingers inside my ass because the feeling was intense, much more than when it was just his thumb. I began meeting his thrusts with what energy I could muster, already feeling another orgasm beginning, when something started vibrating in my behind. My upper body jerked reflexively and I whipped my head around in time to see his smug grin.

"What -" I gasped.

"Happy housewarming," he said, having difficulty speaking.

He switched the vibrator to a higher speed and my head fell forward, a low moan coming out of my mouth. I placed my cheek against the towel rod, my eyes rolling back in my head, and just tried to stay upright. I could feel him and the vibrator against each other through the wall separating them, the vibrations traveling throughout my body from inside. I had expected to explode with the orgasm that had been starting, but instead it was a low thrum coursing through me, the warmth zipping through my body until my ears felt numb. Shudders overpowered my body, my inner muscles clamping around Ben. He let out a roar and slammed into me as he peaked.

I began trembling even more than before, my hands slipping from the rod. Ben had an arm around my waist but it wasn't enough to hold me up. He slipped out of me and we slid to the floor with me sprawled across his lap, still climaxing. He removed the vibrator and held me tight, stroking my arms lightly as I came down. When I could open my eyes, I found him looking at me with a combination of boastfulness and amusement.

"Proud of yourself, are you?" I mumbled.

His body shook with laughter and the feeling made me experience a few small aftershocks.

"Hell yes, I'm proud," he said with a grin. "That was incredible."

"I'll say," I agreed, barely able to focus on him.

My arm brushed against his still half-hard shaft and we both shivered.

"What do you have planned next?" I asked with a hint of apprehension.

"Now, we take a steam," he said firmly, kissing me.

It took a while for him to figure out the steam feature of the shower and by the time he returned to me I had recovered and was hungry for him. I stopped him before he could embrace me, running my hands up his legs and teasing him with my mouth. Cupping his testicles with one hand, I ran my tongue the length of him as I stared into his eyes. I repeated this until he began to look frustrated and gripped my hair. I closed my lips around him, moving on his shaft, my other hand stroking him in time with my lips. Soon both his hands were tangled in my hair, his hips meeting my mouth. I pressed two fingers under his scrotum and he growled, allowing me a few more strokes before pushing my head away.

"Fuck," he gasped, lowering himself to his knees.

He crushed me to him, kissing me fiercely. He sat down, crossing his legs, and lifted me onto his lap. He rocked his length against me, the tip bumping against my clit and making me shudder. My nails were piercing his shoulders as I cried out, grinding myself against him. He slowed suddenly, reaching between us to place himself at my opening. 

Our eyes met and I froze, struck by his loving gaze. Our lips met tenderly, kissing each other with deep emotion. He lowered me onto him as we kissed, our eyes locked. His hands spanned my waist, holding me still. We continued kissing, our bodies unmoving. Then he nudged my head to rest on his shoulder and wrapped his arms around me, clutching me to him. I circled my arms around him, my face buried in his neck.

I don't know how long we sat there without moving, but it felt like hours. Occasionally I would feel him pulse slightly inside me and I would contract around him in response, or vice versa, but our bodies didn't move against each other. Our breathing slowed from heavy, excited gasps to rhythmic inhales and exhales until our chests were rising and falling in hypnotic unison. 

As if on cue, we lifted our heads and made eye contact, smiling dreamily at each other. He tightened one arm around my waist and slid the other up my back, curling it around one of my shoulders. I took his face in my hands, kissing him slowly. He began thrusting and I placed my hands on his shoulders, lifting myself in time with his movements.

My climax built slowly, spreading from a tightness deep inside that gradually loosened until the fire tickled my fingers and toes. I shuddered around him, the only sounds coming from me quiet moans and whimpers. My hands slipped off his shoulders and I slumped into him. He continued moving steadily into me, never reaching the frantic, explosive end I was expecting. Instead his release came in soft exclamations and stunned, repeated whispers of my name.

"I love you so much," I whispered into his ear, overcome by the emotion I was feeling.

"I love you, too," he said breathlessly.

We remained seated until Ben's legs started to cramp. Giggling, we untangled ourselves and reclined against the shower wall, our hands joined.

"Did you like your housewarming present?" he teased.

I chuckled. "Damn right I did. I didn't get you anything, though," I said regretfully.

He kissed my fingers. "You'll just have to find a way to make it up to me."

"Deal," I said, sighing. I rested my head on his shoulder. "Maybe later...you know, when you said we could do anything I wanted?"

"Yeah," he said, sounding amused.

"Maybe we could continue testing the features of my housewarming present," I murmured, running a finger up his leg. "After all, I think it was really a gift for both of us, not just me."

He laughed. "You're very smart, you know that?"

I smiled as he kissed my forehead.

"Well, when I can walk again, I'll get dinner and you can set up the bed," I told him drowsily.

His only response was to sigh happily.



I Told You So Ch. 13



Just a short chapter this time, and also very light on the naughty bits. ;) Hope you don't mind. The remaining chapters are ready to go and should be posted soon.

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It wasn't a complete surprise when, a few months later, Joe told us it was over between him and Mia. He left for a business trip right after giving us the news so we didn't have a chance discuss it with him. What was unexpected was Mia calling me later that week to suggest we get together. She asked if I could bring the things she'd left at our house - a few CDs and some toiletries. I assumed that was the reason for her invitation, but I was glad for the chance to see her.

We met for dinner and drinks after work one night, and she caught me off guard by giving me a friendly hug when she arrived. Once we sat and ordered, I offered an apology for the breakup.

"Oh," she said somewhat dismissively. "It's okay. I kind of knew early on that it wouldn't go anywhere."

"Really?" I asked. "Then why -" I stopped myself, worried I was overstepping.

"Um, because he's freaking hot?" she said. She was grinning but I knew her reply was serious.

I grinned back. "Yeah, he is."

"But seriously, Joe's a terrific guy. I hope we can still be friends. It just - it was clear I was never going to mean as much to him. I'm not necessarily looking to get serious or settle down anyway, but I could tell he was starting to feel guilty or awkward about it, so I let him off the hook."

"Wait," I said, confused. "You ended it?"

She looked surprised. "Yeah, technically, I guess. Why - what did he tell you?"

"Oh, nothing - I mean, he didn't say he did the breaking up," I said in a rush. "Joe would never lie like that. He just said it was over. I guess I shouldn't have assumed..."

"Well, he probably would have soon. It's really not a big deal," she said simply.

I smirked. "I think I'm probably more upset about this breakup than the two of you are."

"Why?" she asked curiously.

"I don't know, you're both so great, and you seemed to get along so well. I guess I wish he could find someone...that's all," I said, shrugging.

Mia watched me thoughtfully for a moment, then we were both distracted by our food arriving. She didn't speak again for a few minutes.

"I don't know if that's going to happen," she said slowly, looking at her plate. "Not while his heart is elsewhere."

I looked at her through my lashes, trying to read her expression. Did she know? I was certain Joe never would have told her about the physical relationship the three of us shared, or at least if he had, he would have told Ben and me. But could she have guessed?

"Joe never cheated on you," I said awkwardly.

"Oh, I know that." She met my eyes, smiling reassuringly. "At least, not physically. But -" She stopped and shook her head slightly.

I stared at her as she returned to her food, wanting to ask what she meant and at the same time desperately trying to think of something to say to change the subject. My curiosity was winning and I was just about to speak when she looked up and saw me watching her.

"It never bothered me," she assured me with a small smile.

My mouth dropped open. "What - what didn't bother you?" I asked warily.

She finished a bite of food before putting down her fork and giving a small sigh. Resting her elbows on the table, she placed her chin on her hands and met my eyes.

"Chelsea, it's obvious how he feels about you. You're more than just a friend - more than his best friend's girlfriend. It never bothered me, that's all." She kept looking at me steadily.

I swallowed. "It's obvious?"

"Yeah," she said quietly, looking mildly surprised. "Why does that surprise you?"

"I - I don't know," I stammered, wondering just how much had been obvious.

She studied me for a minute before picking up her silverware. I tried to concentrate on my food, but my mind was racing. I was dying to ask what she knew, what her perception of our relationship was. My friends Janine and Rob knew the whole story, but they had only visited and met Ben and Joe, seen us all together, once. They were both free spirits and supportive - not at all judgmental. But I don't think they really understood the bond between the three of us. 

Would Mia? She had spent enough time with all of us to possibly get it. I realized I desperately wanted to discuss it with someone who knew us - to get an outsider's perspective. I was also curious as to how we came across to people. This could be my only chance. I couldn't bring myself to actually spell it out for her, though.

"What did Joe tell you?" I asked quietly, not raising my eyes from my plate.

"About how he feels about you? Nothing."

I felt her eyes and looked up.

"He didn't have to," she continued.

I nodded, my cheeks growing warm.

"It doesn't seem like it bothers Ben, either," she commented.

I chuckled. "No, it doesn't," I said wryly.

"What I could never really be sure of," she said casually. "Is how you feel about him, though I have a guess."

I glanced up at her briefly, feeling my blush spread across my face.

"We don't have to talk about it," she told me.

I forced myself to meet her gaze. She was still watching me steadily.

"But it seems like you want to," she added.

I couldn't help a small laugh. "You're good," I remarked.

She chuckled. "Well, no offense, but I don't think any of you have the poker faces you think you do."

I smiled and shook my head. "No, probably not." I took a deep breath, my hands gripping the edge of the table. "I love both of them," I said, my voice only wavering slightly as I looked at her.

She nodded slowly. "Yeah. You do."

I was relieved at her matter-of-fact tone.

"And Ben knows?" she asked.

I nodded. "I think he knew before I did."

We were silent for a while before she spoke again.

"So...how does that...work?" she asked.

When I looked at her she was grinning somewhat teasingly. I laughed, relaxing.

"You mean, in general? Or in bed?" I joked.

Her grin vanished as her mouth dropped open in surprise. "I knew it," she declared.

I became serious. "I wasn't lying when I said Joe never cheated on you," I said firmly. "He didn't. We didn't - never -"

"I know, don't worry," she said with a smile. "But when he's not seeing somebody? You guys...?" she trailed off, leaning over the table eagerly.

"Yeah," I replied, looking down. "It's not just that, though," I said slowly, meeting her eyes again. "I do love them both. And they love each other, and me. It's not just about sex."

She nodded, waiting for me to continue.

"It's fucking bizarre, is what it is," I said with a sigh, leaning back in my chair. "But for whatever reason, it works."

"Then why do you want him to meet someone?" Her head was tilted, her brow wrinkled in confusion.

"Because - Ben and I are going to spend our lives together. He's my...One, you know? It doesn't seem fair for Joe to perpetually be the third wheel. He deserves to have someone of his own." I frowned. "No matter how right it feels between us, even though it just seems to - be so natural...I guess I can't stop thinking that at some point things have to become more...traditional. Does that make sense?" I looked at her helplessly.

"It makes sense. I just don't know if you get to choose that. I mean, I don't think his feelings for you are going to change, and he's never going to be able to have that with someone else while he feels that about you."

"It just seems so unfair to him," I whispered, pushing my plate away and leaning my arms on the table.

"I don't think that's really what bothers you about it," Mia said suddenly and I looked at her in surprise. "Maybe partly, but I don't think that's why you want him to meet someone. I think you can't get past what it would look like to everyone else if they knew about the three of you. Am I right?"

I stared at her. "Uh - probably," I admitted.

"Yeah," she agreed. "That would be hard. I don't have any advice there, sorry." She smiled comfortingly.

I shrugged. "So, it was totally obvious? You could tell?" I asked curiously. "I've always wondered how we come across to people."

She laughed. "Well, I had my suspicions. But it's not like it's a scenario that immediately jumps into a person's head, you know? It was a while before it occurred to me and that's when I started watching you guys more closely."

"Hm," I said thoughtfully. I placed my plate in front of me again and tried to eat.

"Look, if it works like you say, if it feels natural and you're all happy - well, that's the most important thing, right?" She looked at me kindly.

"I guess. And it does," I agreed. "They don't seem to have any doubts about it at all. But - I don't know, the world seems to be set up for couples, not trios. I mean, you can't marry two people. You can't put two partners on your medical insurance, for example. Or when people invite you to weddings, they invite the couple, not the threesome. It just seems like there's going to have to be an end point or something." I shook my head again, frustrated with my inability to articulate myself.

"Okay, but you all have your own jobs and health benefits. And how often do you get invited to weddings, anyway?" she joked.

I grinned involuntarily. "You sound like Ben. He's been able to rationalize this from the start. Maybe I just over-think things."

She shrugged. "Maybe. But you're all young and smart and love each other. Why worry about what's going to happen next? You're happy. You know how many people want that?"

I looked at her in concern and she laughed.

"No, not me. I mean, yeah, I'll miss Joe. But I'm not desperate to be in a relationship. I never planned to get married or have kids. I have a good life, and I am happy, whether or not I have a boyfriend."

"I didn't mean to imply -" I began.

"Oh, I know," she assured me. "Christ, I've really made you nervous tonight," she teased.

I giggled. "You're the first person I've been able to talk to about us - the first person who knows all of us to know what's going on."

She looked pleased. "I'll be honest," she said hesitantly. "I was hoping you and I could hang out. It's weird to ask a woman if she wants to be friends - it's more awkward than dating. But, you're fun."

She shrugged and gave me a small smile. It was the first time I'd ever seen Mia nervous or self-conscious.

"I'd like that a lot," I said emphatically.

Mia and I began meeting for dinner or drinks, or getting together for shopping. Ben seemed surprised by the news that Mia knew about us, but not bothered by it. Joe took it in stride.

"I thought she kind of suspected it," he admitted to us with a grin.

After a few weeks both Mia and Joe realized I was doing my best to keep them apart, not wanting things to be awkward since their breakup. They each assured me they were fine, so the four of us would go out occasionally, or sometimes she'd hang out at our house. She was so relaxed about our situation and I appreciated being able to be ourselves in front of another person.

About a month after their breakup, Joe and I had gotten up early one Saturday morning as we always did, leaving Ben to sleep in. We took a shower and steam, and then ended up in his bed. It was one of those rare occurrences of us being alone together where he wasn't aggressive. He curved his body around mine, our fingers twined, and we stared into each other's eyes as we slowly made love. After, we lay together with our limbs tangled, dozing off for an hour or so. When we woke, he took me again. We moved together languidly, Joe cupping my cheek and whispering sweet words to me.

This time I remained awake, pressed against him and listening to his breathing. I ran my hands through his chest hair lightly and inhaled the smell of him.

"Joe, can I ask you something?" I asked quietly.

"Of course, kitten."

"You're not going to date anyone else, are you." My voice was resigned; it was more a statement than a question.

He shifted so he was leaning against the headboard and brought me up to meet him, tilting my chin up to study my face. He looked inquisitive but apparently decided against asking me any questions.

"No, probably not," he replied seriously. "At least - I'm not going to go looking." He smiled softly. "I've learned enough to know that I shouldn't rule anything out."

He twisted a strand of my hair in his fingers, giving me a loving look. My brow furrowed but I couldn't think of anything to say.

"What's troubling you, kitten?" he asked gently.

I sighed. "I just -" I stopped and sighed again, then shook my head. "It's the same old concern I've always had. That this isn't fair to you."

"But I'm happy," he said simply. "I didn't think I could be this happy. And I am. So what's there to worry about?"

"But - don't you want more? And what about the future? I mean, don't you want to be able to bring someone home to your parents for the holidays? Don't you want to get married? Have kids? Be...normal?" I added with a grin.

"Kids?" he exclaimed. "Jesus, I am way too young to think about kids."

He shuddered and I giggled.

"We're almost thirty," I reminded him.

"Exactly," he said firmly. "Way too young." He grinned and hugged me.

"God," I said in exasperation, though I basically agreed.

Joe looked at me intently.

"I really don't think about kids or marriage, Chels. As far as the other stuff...yeah, I guess I wouldn't mind being able to shout to the world how I feel about you and how happy you make me. But it's not what's really important."

I searched his expression although I knew he was being honest.

"Okay," I said, still uncertain.

"Joe?" I said later.

"Hm?" he murmured drowsily.

"Your mom told me about the earrings you gave me," I said quietly. "That they belonged to your grandmother."

He brought a hand to my hair, running his fingers through it. "Oh?"

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked curiously.

"I don't know," he admitted with a laugh. "I meant to, and then I...didn't. And then, I worried that it might make you uncomfortable. I don't know," he repeated awkwardly.

"Thank you, for giving them to me." I tilted my head up so I could see them. "Do you know the story behind them?"

"What story?"

"Moira told me your grandmother got them from an artist friend. Your mom said she always thought he was in love with her mother and made them especially for her."

Joe's eyes widened. "Really," he stated.

"I never knew that," he said after a long silence. "She wore them often - I just thought they were one of her favorites. After her funeral I asked Mom if I could keep them because they always reminded me of her."

I hugged him tightly.

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We invited our families for Thanksgiving, our first in our new house. My sister Cecelia tried to make it work but airfare for a family of four over a holiday was out of their budget, which I understood. Not surprisingly, my parents declined; they would be driving to Cecelia's for the holiday. But both Ben and Joe's parents came, of course, along with Joe's siblings. The women did the cooking, which I laughingly berated the boys about. But considering the men spent most of their time either working on the basement or going over plans for the process of finishing it, I wasn't really upset about it.

The day after Thanksgiving, everyone decided to head out for a hike. Moira had broken her ankle the week before, so I offered to stay home with her and keep her company. I helped her settle into the recliner and sat on the couch. We didn't speak for a while, but the silence was comfortable. At one point my eyes wandered to her to ask if she needed a fresh drink and I found her studying me. I gave a start of surprise and she became embarrassed, giving me a self-conscious smile.

"Chelsea," she began. "If I ask you something and assure you that I in no way mean it in a judgmental, old lady way - despite how it might come across - well, will you believe me that I'm not trying to offend you?"

"You're not an old lady, Moira," I said with a grin. "What do you want to ask?" I watched her curiously as she struggled to find the words.

"Why does Joe still live here, with you and Ben?" she asked finally.

I blinked. "Well - because," I said hesitantly. "Because - just because, I guess." I laughed. "We love having him here," I added lamely.

She nodded slightly, her brow wrinkled. "It just seems like you and Ben would want to...be on your own."

I shook my head immediately. "He's a part of us," I said without thinking.

She was still nodding slowly. There was a pause before she spoke again.

"He doesn't seem to date much," she commented. "Hardly at all, the last year or so - at least compared to before."

I watched her through lowered lashes. "Yeah," I said faintly.

She made a sound that was somewhere between a sigh and a laugh. I met her eyes.

"He's in love with you," she said frankly.

My mouth dropped open and my eyes widened.

"Surely you know that," she said quietly.

My eyes were still wide. I pressed my lips together and nodded. She gave me a small smile.

"I think Ben knows it too," she ventured.

"I - uh -" I stopped and nodded again.

I watched her eyes shift to my ear, to the earrings that had belonged to her mother. Involuntarily I reached up to touch it, looking at her warily. She nodded. I couldn't read her expression. She looked pleased, possibly at the sight of the earrings. But she also looked concerned and somewhat resigned. I couldn't tear my eyes away, much as I wanted to.

"I love him, too," I finally said. "We both do."

The smile she gave me was bittersweet. "Okay," she said quietly.

I kept watching her curiously. She noticed and smirked.

"If it works for all of you, if you're happy, then that's all that matters to me," she told me firmly.

I swallowed, not speaking for a while. "Our relationship is...unique," I stammered. I cleared my throat. "But we are happy."

There was another pause before she spoke again, laughter in her voice.

"You look as if I've scared the hell out of you," she remarked.

I giggled nervously. "Maybe," I admitted.

The conversation shifted to other things and I managed to relax for the rest of the afternoon. I stood automatically when we heard the cars pull into the driveway. Glancing at Moira as I heard the voices of everyone outside and about to enter the house, I felt a flash of panic. She smiled reassuringly.

"Don't worry," she said simply.

"Does - does Susan - what does she -" I asked haltingly.

She nodded comfortingly. I blinked, feeling a pressure behind my eyes.

"Is she upset about it?" I whispered.

"Oh, no, dear," she said quickly. She gave a small shrug. "Not at all. We don't really understand, but we love all of you and can see how happy you are. That's really all that matters to mothers."

I bit my lip, my brow wrinkled worriedly.

"Hey now," she said softly, reaching out a hand to me.

I took it and she squeezed my fingers.

"Don't worry yourself about it," she instructed. "That's an order."

I chuckled in relief and squeezed her hand in return.

"Thanks," I whispered.

After everyone left, I told Ben and Joe about the conversation. They were startled, but not upset. I knew they would never broach the subject with their mothers, and somehow knew it probably wouldn't come up again. 

-

Life went on with our unique, bizarre but wonderful relationship. I still couldn't explain it, but I no longer tried. Everything was surprisingly normal: we experienced job stress and success, we spent time with friends, we bickered about minor things, we worked on the house, we traveled - sometimes the three of us together, sometimes just me and one of them, sometimes the two of them would take a guys trip. 

I had accepted - happily - that I could expect a lifetime of fulfillment with the two of them, confident nothing would change that.




I Told You So Ch. 13



Then I got the results of a pregnancy test.



I Told You So Ch. 14



It happened almost two years after that Thanksgiving. I had been feeling out of sorts for weeks - generally run down as if I was on the brink of coming down with a cold or flu but never actually getting sick. When I fainted for the third time in less than a week, Ben insisted I make a doctor's appointment. Joe's travel schedule for his job had increased but the trade-off was that when he wasn't traveling, he worked from home so he was able to take me to my appointment since neither of them were comfortable with me driving at that point.

I was alone in the exam room when my doctor came in with my results. She had run a full panel of bloodwork to rule things out, and apparently a pregnancy test was one of them. I sat there in stunned silence after she kindly informed me I was perfectly healthy and about to be a mother. She offered her congratulations with a smile that grew amused when she took in my reaction. She'd been my doctor for seven years so I was very comfortable with her. I just watched her with wide eyes and shook my head.

"What?" I whispered for probably the tenth time.

To her credit, she didn't laugh at me. She simply smirked and squeezed my arm.

"Don't worry. The idea will become reality in, oh, about seven or eight months."

"But - but - I never missed a period," I protested. 

She nodded. "It happens to some women. You say your periods are very light - it might have been implantation spotting that you thought was just a very light period that cycle." 

I looked at her in horror. "Oh, my God," I said faintly.

"It'll be okay, Chelsea," she said warmly. "Let's get you in for an ultrasound."

She gave me some informational pamphlets on nutrition and wrote me a prescription for prenatal vitamins. I somehow managed to get dressed and make it to the waiting room, where Joe took one look at my expression and panicked. He hugged me tightly to him and hurried me into his car. He turned on the ignition to warm us up and faced me, taking my hands in his.

"What is it?" he asked in a rush. "What did the doctor say?"

It never occurred to me that I should wait to tell Ben first. I couldn't not say it. And I knew Ben wouldn't be upset by that.

"I'm pregnant," I croaked, my eyes large.

I felt like I hadn't blinked since I left the exam room. Joe dropped my hands and sat back in shock.

"Whoa," he said quietly.

We sat in silence for a few minutes before I asked him to take me home. I texted Ben on the way, telling him that it wasn't bad news but I needed him to come home from work as soon as possible. He was waiting for us when we got there; Joe had driven excruciatingly slowly. Ben met us at the front door, taking in our astonished expressions with alarm. Joe and I hadn't spoken since I'd shared the news. Now I gave him an apologetic look and led Ben to our room. He sat on the bed, watching me anxiously with concern.

"I'm pregnant," I whispered, pacing the floor, my eyes locked on his.

His head came back in surprise and a second later he smiled that heart-stopping smile. He got up to embrace me.

"God, you had me really worried," he mumbled into my hair. He pulled back to look at me, still smiling. "This is wonderful."

I felt my eyes fill. "Really?" I asked doubtfully.

He lifted my chin with a finger and kissed me gently. "Of course it is. We're going to have a kid!" he said excitedly.

I smiled tremulously. "Yeah," I said weakly. "It's yours," I added quickly.

Somehow during the drive home, my mind a jumble of a thousand different thoughts, I had still managed to do the math. The ultrasound had dated the pregnancy at nine weeks. With Joe's sporadic work schedule and general life getting in the way, he and I hadn't been together that often the last several months. Regardless, I knew it was Ben's. Even if the ultrasound hadn't been accurate to the few days surrounding conception, I had only been with Ben for the weeks around that time.

Ben looked at me with concern and affection. "I know," he said softly. "But it wouldn't matter - this is our baby; all of ours," he told me quietly.

"No," I said, looking at him in dismay. "This is your baby - yours and mine." I took a shaky breath. "Ben, things have to change." I felt a tear roll down my cheek.

He wiped the tear away with a sad expression. "They don't have to," he offered.

I nodded, sniffing. "They do," I whispered in despair. "They do," I repeated.

He studied me for a moment, then wrapped his arms around me and led me to the bed, sitting me down and taking me in his arms.

"I can't raise a kid like this - I won't," I said, gulping as more tears came. It was like I could actually feel my heart breaking. "I just - I can't do it." I looked at him helplessly.

He nodded slowly. "All right. But, we don't have to make that decision now," he added.

I shook my head. "It's the right thing to do," I said decisively. And I knew it was, difficult as it would be. "But it's also what I want. I'm sorry if you don't agree -"

He interrupted me with a kiss. "I do," he said simply. He still looked sad. "That's not to say I'm not upset about it - worried for J..." He shook his head slightly. "Christ, I'm simultaneously thrilled and depressed right now." He hugged me tightly.

"I know," I muttered.

Suddenly I was exhausted. I couldn't comprehend what we had to do; didn't want to deal with the reality of how things were going to change now.

"I need to take a nap," I said, falling to my back on the bed. "Is that okay?"

Ben smiled tenderly, scooting me to the top of the bed and tucking me in. He lay with me for a few minutes, nestling me in the crook of his arm, our hands joined on my stomach. Then he kissed my forehead and left me to sleep.

When I woke, I saw that it was dark outside. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked around in confusion. Ben was in one of the chairs near the balcony and got up when he saw me move.

"Did you sleep okay?" he asked, stroking my hair. "Do you feel better?"

"Mm-hm," I murmured, leaning into his hand. I looked at him suddenly. "You didn't tell Joe -" I stopped when he shook his head.

"I knew you'd want to talk to him," he said gently.

I nodded.

"Are you hungry? I'll bring you dinner in bed."

"That's okay -"

"Hush, let me pamper you," he said sweetly, giving me a kiss.

I was embarrassed and didn't feel like I deserved to be pampered, but I was hungry. Honestly, I also wanted to delay the conversation with Joe. The sadness was bundled up in a pit in my stomach and I felt like my heart was in my throat. I'm going to miss him so much, I thought.

Ben brought dinner and we ate together in bed, talking little. He returned after clearing the plates and took me in his arms.

"He's in his room," Ben told me, stroking my back.

I met his eyes tentatively. "I want to spend the night with him," I whispered. "Is that okay?"

"Of course," Ben said, smiling softly.

I snuggled into him, letting him comfort me. I think I stayed there for at least half an hour, loathe to move. Finally, I slowly moved out of his embrace and gave him a kiss before going downstairs. 

I knocked on Joe's door and opened it without waiting for him to speak. The room was dark but I could tell he was awake. Moving slowly to the bed, I sat next to him and crossed my legs. He sat up and leaned against the headboard. Through the faint moonlight coming in the window, I could see him watching me sadly. We sat staring at each other for a long time before he raised a hand to cup my face, his thumb gently stroking my cheek.

"This is the last time," he said, only slightly questioningly.

I blinked back tears. "I think so," I whispered.

He held out his arms and I came into them, both of us lying down. He stroked my hair and my face, running a hand down my body until it rested on my belly. I covered it with my own and met his eyes.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said quietly, his fingers running across my abdomen.

"You won't," I said. 

My body had already arched toward him at the simple touch. 

"I want you to do whatever you want," I told him, my voice husky. "Make it worthwhile," I added with a teasing smile.

He smiled wistfully, staring at our hands on my stomach. He looked at me before speaking.

"Every time with you has been worthwhile," he said seriously.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

He silenced me with a slow, deep kiss. "I'm not sorry - for any of it," he said tenderly. "Every moment of the past three years has been a treasure. I don't regret any of it."

He gave me another kiss, alternately brushing my lips softly and exploring my mouth with his tongue. Our eyes were trained on each other, my usual response to him leaving me breathless.

"Tomorrow things have to change," he murmured, grazing my cheeks and temple with his soft lips. "And that's good," he added before kissing me. "But just for tonight I can pretend you're all mine...and I won't have any regrets about that either."

"I am yours," I said in a soft moan as his lips found my earlobe and then my neck.

He moved slowly, undressing me and caressing every inch of my body, looking at me as if it were the first time he was seeing me. He teased my legs and thighs before settling himself at my heated center and bringing me to a slow orgasm with his mouth. When my legs released their hold on him, he moved up to kiss me, his hand replacing his tongue. He gripped me to him tightly, his fingers swirling and stroking me to another climax. Not giving me a chance to recover, he dropped to his back and lifted me up so I hovered over his head.

"Grab the headboard, kitten," he said with a playful grin.

I did, and this time he brought me to the peak with his mouth and hands until I was bucking wildly over him. Gliding his hands up my back, he nudged me down to lie on top of him, stroking my sides and kissing me as I gasped for air.

"What would you like, honey?" he asked, his lips brushing against mine.

I kissed him and slid along his length in answer. He grabbed my behind, pressing me to him. I moaned as we rocked against each other, adjusting our hips until he slid into me. I moved on him shallowly, our mouths not parting until I felt myself climaxing and my head flung back.

"Joe - God - oh - oh," I cried, my hands gripping his chest, his fingers pressing into my hips.

I slumped back onto his chest and he gripped my hair. Planting his feet on the bed, he thrust into me before I could completely recover, bringing me to the edge twice more before pulling me off him.

"I love you, kitten," he said in a low growl.

I was still trying to catch my breath when he spun me around on top of him and plunged his tongue into me again. I began stroking him, running my tongue from base to tip while whimpering around him. He closed his lips around my clit and I gave a long groan before taking him in my mouth, deeper and deeper until he broke away with a gasp. He returned his attentions to my aching button and I continued, fondling his scrotum.

Suddenly he pushed me forward and scrambled up behind me, pushing my legs together between his knees and entering me slowly. He rocked almost gently, curving his body around mine, his hands finding my breasts. I buried my face in the mattress when I came again. He flattened my body to the bed, turning my legs to one side and still thrusting into me from behind. I twisted my upper body to face him, gripping his arm with one hand, the other running across his chest as I watched him. His hair was damp and falling onto his forehead. His expression changed from lustful desire to a grimace of exertion to loving affection and back again.

"Come for me," I murmured, my eyes on his. "I need you to come."

He sucked in a breath, pausing his movements. He growled and grasped my shoulder, pulling my body to meet his. My back arched and my hips came off the bed slightly as I felt another orgasm beginning.

"Fuck," he shouted.

Moving his hand to the back of my neck, he tugged until my body was half-sitting, bending forward until our foreheads were almost touching. He stared into my eyes as he came. I grabbed his wrist and cried out just as he finished, dropping back onto the bed and pulling him with me, writhing against him as my climax ended. I held him tightly, not wanting him to move.

"I love you," I whispered, stroking his shoulders.

His face was pressed against my neck, his body shuddering. There was a long silence before he raised his head to kiss me. I almost couldn't bear the look of pain in his eyes.

"I love you, too," he replied with a small smile.

He rolled off me and I turned, tugging him to rest his head on a pillow, snuggling up next to him.

"Are you staying?" he asked quietly in surprise.

"Yes," I said, kissing his chest.

He let out a long sigh and flipped the covers over us.

Sometime in the middle of the night we woke with our limbs tangled and made love again, silently. We slowly undulated together as if gliding along a stream until we crested, then relaxed peacefully and fell asleep with our arms around each other. In the morning, we took a bubble bath together and, after an attempt to do it in the bathtub left us laughing giddily, we ended up on the plush bath rug, finishing in an explosion of sparks and screams.

We made breakfast together and sat while reading the paper as we ate. We didn't speak much, if at all. The morning felt both normal and heartbreakingly final. I made a plate to take to Ben and Joe stopped me as I walked by the table, resting his hand on my arm. He slid his arm around my waist, leaning up for a lingering kiss. Our eyes held each other's for a long moment. Without looking away, he slid his hand to my belly, placing it low on my abdomen. I covered it with my own, watching his eyes. We spoke without words, our thoughts of love and respect and regret transferring through our joined hands and our locked eyes.

He dropped his hand slowly and I stepped back before turning to leave the room to go to Ben and the rest of my life.

-

We named her Josephine Claire. She had the same honey-colored hair I'd had in my youth, and her father's stunning jade-colored eyes. She was a spitfire from the beginning, arriving three weeks early and seemed to keep moving since. She had also inherited Ben's amiable spirit and confidence; I was startled by how quickly her personality made itself known.

Ben and I made the spontaneous decision to get married in Las Vegas about a month after we found out I was pregnant. Joe was there with us, of course. It wouldn't have been right without him. As Ben and I were saying our vows, my gaze flicked over Ben's shoulder and met Joe's for a moment. He was watching me intently. It was as if I could hear him speaking along with us in his mind. When the officiant announced we were husband and wife, Ben turned slightly and threw an arm around Joe's shoulder for a squeeze. We kissed when instructed, Ben's arm still around Joe, and then the three of us hugged.

As a wedding gift, Joe used his points to get us a magnificent suite. He also gave me a Celtic wedding band that I wear on my right ring finger. Ben told me later that they had gone ring shopping together and Joe had suggested it to him, but Ben felt it would make more sense if it came from Joe and instead got me a more traditional band. Our situation was still bizarre and unusual, but Ben wasn't wrong; it did make sense. 

We were all charmed by Josie, desperately in love with this adorable creature who demanded all of our time and energy. Joe had moved out a few months before she was born, buying a condo nearby. We still saw him almost daily when he wasn't traveling. Josie adored him. My parents were their usual absent selves, only visiting once a year, if that. But between Joe and Ben's parents, Josie had two sets of doting grandparents who came to town as much as possible.

Ben and I were happy, though there was a piece missing without Joe. Still, with the constant exhaustion of having a baby and then an energetic toddler, it was easy to push that out of our minds. When we weren't working or taking care of Josie and the house, we tried to focus on each other to make sure our relationship stayed strong. Joe was still a part of our lives, a part of us, but things were obviously not the same. Ben only suggested once that it would be okay if we wanted to go back to the way things were, but I was adamant. Much as I missed Joe, and I did, that was not how I viewed our family life.

Despite the hole in my heart without Joe - at least the way I had grown accustomed to having him - life was good. I had never spent a lot of time thinking about having children, so I was surprised at how quickly I fell in love with motherhood. What struck me most was her relationship with Ben. He was an amazing father, which didn't surprise me. But from the start her eyes would light up when he came into the room, her head immediately turning in his direction if she heard his voice. I was the one she turned to for comfort; Ben was the one she looked at with wide-eyed amazement, as if she couldn't believe her luck that she got to spend time with this marvelous man. I knew exactly how she felt. For his part, while he never neglected me and always made sure we were each other's top priority, the unrestrained joy with which he interacted with Josie made my heart feel like it would burst.

Sadly he didn't live to see her third birthday.



I Told You So Ch. 15



Years later - many years later - I was able to be grateful that I was there with Ben when he died. I'd always known it logically, of course. For the weeks and months after, however, when people would mention it in the hopes of easing my pain, it just left me with a bitter taste in my mouth and a burning rage in my chest. Whether or not I had been there, it was still horribly unfair that he was gone, and I couldn't find any silver lining about that for a long time.

It happened one weekend when Susan and Moira came to visit. They practically threw us out of the house so they could be alone with Josie. Ben and Joe and I decided to take advantage of the uncharacteristically warm spring day and go for a hike. I was in the lead on the trail with Ben behind me when I heard some rustling. My eyes swept the woods around me, thinking it was a dog but paranoid it might be a wild animal. Then I heard Joe shout.

When I turned, I saw Ben had collapsed. Joe was already kneeling over him, speaking rapidly. Ben's chest was moving in convulsive gasps as he tried to breathe. Unaware that I had moved at all, I found myself by his side. Ben's eyes looked from me to Joe, wide with fear or pain. He fumbled for my hand and I took it, looking at Joe for a brief moment in panic. Joe didn't look at me, but pushed my hand away and began CPR. 

Snapping into action, I dialed 911 but couldn't get a signal. I looked around helplessly, wondering if I should find a clearing but not wanting to leave Ben. Hearing Joe's frustrated cry, I focused on them and saw that Ben had stopped him with a hand on his chest.

I gasped, cupping Ben's face in my hands. Ben moved his hand to Joe's shoulder, holding his eyes for a moment. Then he turned to me, blinking once. I saw tears dropping on his face and realized I was crying.

"Ben," I whispered. "No," I said in an agonized groan.

Ben moved his mouth as if trying to speak but couldn't. He pressed his lips together and shook his head slightly, gripping one of my hands.

"I love you," I whispered, my voice choking with sobs. "I love you, Ben, I love you, I love you," I kept repeating, lowering my head until our foreheads were touching.

Ben kept one hand on Joe and the other holding my hand, looking between us until his breath rasped hollowly in his chest. He turned his gaze to the trees and sky overhead just before his grip slackened.

The next hours and days passed in a fog. I was only aware of my actions as if I were viewing myself from outside my body, as if it were someone else having to experience this horror. I saw myself throwing my body over Ben's in the woods, screaming and crying. I watched Joe picking me up and comforting me. I witnessed me standing there while the medics came, while we went home to tell their mothers what happened, when I stood dressed in black, clutching Josie to me as people offered condolences.

I took a leave of absence from my job, and it was only because of Josie that I got out of bed in the mornings, got dressed, and acted as if I were functioning. Joe was there every morning before work and came over for dinner every night, staying until we put Josie to bed. He tried to keep my spirits up, but he was hurting just as much as I was. Even if I'd known how to help him, I didn't have it in me to do so.

Joe was with me when the package came from our attorney a month or so after Ben died. We had set up a trust after Josie was born and there hadn't been a lot of paperwork involving his estate, so I was surprised to be getting correspondence at this point. It was a brief letter explaining that Ben had prepared a video for me in case anything ever happened to him. Joe offered me privacy to watch it, but I put it away, unable to deal with it. A few nights later, Joe insisted on taking Josie for the night and demanded I watch it.

"Ben wanted you to see it, at this time, now," he said almost angrily. "You can't put it off."

I nodded morosely. Filling a large glass with wine, I set up the DVD in our bedroom and sat on the floor in front of the TV, hugging a pillow to my chest. The screen was fuzzy for a few seconds and then there he was, looking so alive and almost cheerful I felt tears filling my eyes. I leaned forward as he began to speak, running a finger along his face on the screen.

"Babe," he was saying in a wavering voice. "Chelsea, if you're watching this...well, the unthinkable has happened. And I'm sorry. I'm so sorry to leave you and Josie."

He cleared his throat, looking away for a moment. His mouth twisted in a half-smile.

"This is so strange," he said as if to himself. "I can't believe there's ever going to be any reason for you to be watching this, but - well, remember when you got on my case about creating the trust and picking out guardians for Josie and all that? And I was so paranoid it was going to be tempting fate?"

He chuckled and I smiled through my tears. We'd had so many arguments about that before he agreed that he was being foolish.

"Well, when I finally got on board and we took care of that, I promised myself I was going to leave you this just in case. So here goes."

I watched him take a deep breath and smile. My heart jumped into my mouth at the sight of that smile.

"First, I love you. I think I loved you from the first time we spoke. I can't believe I was so scared to ask you out but - God, I'm so glad I finally did. I hope you know that every moment we've spent together has been more incredible than I ever could have hoped for."

He paused and swallowed.

"And that's only gotten better since Jojo came along," he continued, his eyes watering. "I love you both, so much."

He cleared his throat again, blinking rapidly.

"If you are watching this, then I know you must be in a lot of pain. I can't even imagine, babe. But you are the strongest person I know. And I don't want you to waste time being sad or withdrawing from life. I know you'll always miss me, and I know it won't be easy. But I need you to go on living, for both of us. It's important, Chelsea. Not just for our daughter, but for you. You can miss me and have a life, Chels. It doesn't have to be one or the other. And I swear, if you don't do what I say, I am going to figure out a way to haunt you until you do."

He grinned and I chuckled through sobs.

"I hope Joe's watching this with you," he went on. "I know I don't need to ask him to look out for you guys; he'll do that and be happy to. Joe, you're the best friend and brother I could have ever asked for. I know you'll take care of my girls as if they were your own - because they are, after all."

He brushed his eye quickly and coughed.

"You two mean the world to me. You're my partners in life, my best friends, the two people I love more than anything else. And even if I die young, just know that my life has been richer and more meaningful than any one-hundred-year-old person because I've had the two of you with me through everything."

His voice was shaking now. He shook his head and straightened his shoulders.

"I love you both. And I want to thank you for loving me."

He paused, staring into the camera, into me.

"I left another video for Jojo," he said. "The attorney has it, whenever you want her to see it, Chels. It's basically just me going on and on about how much I love her, but I figure it'll be good for her to have one day. When she wants to see what her father looked like or what he sounded like. I know you will, but tell her I love her. And be sure and play the airplane game with her," he added with a laugh.

He sniffed and cleared his throat once more.

"I love you, babe. You make my life complete, and I love you."

There were a few more seconds of him staring into the camera before he got up and the screen went black. I ejected the DVD, staring at it numbly. Then I pitched forward over my pillow, sobbing into it.

---

I spent hours crying and screaming and sobbing and throwing things, cursing deities I didn't believe in, yelling at Ben for leaving us, blaming everyone I could think of, including myself. Eventually I ran out of tears and words and anger and just lay there, spent. It was at least another hour before I could make myself get up. When I did, I didn't bother washing my face or even checking a mirror to see what I looked like. I tossed the DVD in my purse, put on some shoes, and was at Joe's door before I even realized what I was doing.

He took one look at me and winced in pain. He lifted his arms to embrace me but I brushed past him into the house.

"Is she asleep?" I asked, my voice hoarse.

Joe nodded and I took the DVD out of my bag.

"He spoke to you on this as well," I said, holding it up.

Without waiting for a response, I walked into the living room and put in the disc. Joe followed and sat on the couch, watching the TV warily. I hadn't planned to stay, but as soon as I saw Ben's face I became frozen where I stood. I pressed my fingers to my eyes, but once I heard his voice I uncovered my face, needing to see and hear him again.

When it was done, I quickly turned it off and slumped to the floor in front of the TV. I heard a choked sound behind me and discovered Joe hunched over with his head in his hands, sobbing. I crawled over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my head on his lap. At some point his body calmed from gut-wrenching sobs to a silent, steady stream of tears. He gripped my arms and lifted me easily into his lap, holding me tightly. I was all cried out at this point and just sat there, numbly patting his back.

Joe stood suddenly, cradling me, and took me to his bedroom. He tucked me in and stood over me for a moment, then turned on his heel and left. I lay there, wide awake, staring at the ceiling. I don't know how long he was gone, but when he returned I could smell the whiskey. And not because he was holding a bottle of it in one hand and glass full of it in the other. He stopped in surprise to see me awake. I sat up and held my hand out, looking at the glass. He handed it to me wordlessly and sat on the floor, his back against the bed.

I emptied the glass in two large gulps. It burned my throat and stomach, but at least I was feeling something. Impulsively, I threw the glass against the wall opposite me and watched it shatter. Joe barely flinched, only turning his head toward me. I gave him an apologetic shrug. Putting the bottle down, he turned his body to face me. His chin rested on the edge of the bed and he reached out a hand to brush some hair off my forehead. We regarded each other for several minutes. His eyes were pained; sad and angry. I knew mine looked the same.

Our mouths met with such force that our teeth crashed together and I was flat on my back in an instant, Joe's body stretched on top of me. His hands were tangling in my hair, gripping my face, then running down my body, his fingers roughly stroking and pinching wherever they made contact. I responded with similar ferocity, my fingernails digging into his skin through his shirt. I pulled his shirt up his torso just as he tore my shirt open, the buttons scattering all over the room.

We were undressed in seconds, our bodies coming back together in a heated rush. My teeth clamped down on his lip and he pulled away, looking at me in surprise momentarily before his mouth found my neck and my breasts, his teeth leaving retaliatory marks. Suddenly he knelt and lifted my hips, resting his throbbing hardness against me. He paused and met my eyes, breathing heavily. He looked wild and crazed and not just with lust. I felt irritated with him for reasons I couldn't explain. I narrowed my eyes angrily and shoved my hips against him. I watched his jaw tighten and then he was inside me in one forceful thrust.

I planted my feet on the bed and met his body as we pounded into each other. My nails were scraping any part of his skin that they could make contact with, his fingers were gripping my breasts and nipples like a vice. We didn't speak, barely even cried out. The only sounds were our bodies slapping together and our frantic, panting breaths. When Joe came it was with frustrated grunts and growls; for me it was choked sobs.

After his breathing slowed, he tenderly brushed away the tears on my cheeks. Even that inexplicably annoyed me; I didn't want his comfort and kindness. I brushed his hand away as gently as I could and turned to my side away from him. One of his arms was under my head, the other hand rested lightly on my waist. I did my best not to wiggle away from his touch. 

My last thought before I passed out from exhaustion was that I was glad Josie had also inherited Ben's ability to sleep easily and deeply.

---

I woke in the morning with Joe curled around me, his hands fondling my breasts, his lips nuzzling my neck, his hardness pressed into my behind. My body stiffened and I tried not to flinch.

"Morning," he mumbled, kissing me under the ear.

I took a deep breath. "Morning," I replied. "Do you have a shirt I can borrow?"

He wrapped his arms around me. "Don't get up."

I swallowed a sigh. "Josie and I need to get going."

"Why? It's Saturday. Stay," he implored, running his tongue the length of my neck.

I sidled away and turned to face him.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I can't stay, Joe," I said in a tight voice. "You know I can't."

He looked at me as if in agony. "No, I don't know that," he said sharply.

"Look - last night - it -" I stopped and shook my head.

Joe watched me steadily for a moment, his jaw clenching. His eyes were cold and distant. 

"Don't you dare say it was a mistake," he told me, his voice low.

I sighed in frustration. "I know, it wasn't," I said tersely. "It was what we both needed. But it can't happen again."

"Why not?" he burst out. "I never stopped loving you, kitten," he added in a tender voice. "And I don't think your feelings for me have changed either."

"For Christ's sake, Joe," I hissed. "Ben just - it just happened!"

"You think I don't know that?" he asked quietly.

I looked at him sadly. "Of course you do. But this - I just - no," I stammered. "I'm sorry."

It was Joe's turn to give an exasperated sigh. I felt his eyes on me but I couldn't meet them. He got up and crossed the room. A t-shirt landed next to me and when I looked up, he was pulling some jeans on, his back turned to me. I slipped the shirt over my head and found him watching me.

"Fine," he said harshly.

He left the room, closing the door behind him. I rubbed my eyes and forced myself to get up. Grateful that my daughter slept in like her father, I picked her up and got her home before she even woke up.

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Needless to say, things were strained between Joe and I after that. Part of me assumed - maybe hoped, though I wasn't sure I had the energy to care - that it would lessen. That at some point we could find our way back to being comfortable around each other. But that didn't seem to be happening. He still came by almost daily to see Josie and after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, I would leave them alone to play or read, or he would take her to the park or for a bike ride. 

One day when Mia had stopped by, she witnessed the awkwardness between us and turned to me with wide eyes after they went out for lunch.

"What the hell," she said, astounded. "What happened?"

I was flitting around the kitchen, tidying up things that were already in their place.

"Chelsea," Mia said in concern. "Talk to me."

I leaned against the counter and crossed my arms. "We slept together a couple of months ago - a few weeks after Ben - after."

"Okay," she said slowly, confused. "You feel guilty?"

"No," I said plainly. "If I had wanted him, if I had been going crazy with need for him...if I told him I loved him, I would feel guilty," I said bitterly. "I just needed - I don't know, to feel something. I was angry. He was angry. It could have been anyone."

I cringed at the detachment in my voice. I wasn't proud that I had used Joe that way, although at the time I thought he needed the same thing. How he'd acted the next morning, however, clued me in that he wanted more. And I couldn't do that. I was still overcome with anger, so much so that I could barely remember a time when I loved Joe.

"I'm sorry," Mia said.

Despair suddenly washed over me.

"I've lost both of them," I said plaintively before bursting into tears.

Mia approached and gave me a hug, patting my back soothingly.

"You haven't lost Joe," she reassured me. "This is just a shit time. And it's unfortunately probably going to be a shit time for a while. But you'll come out the other end of it and Joe will be there. He'll always be your friend."

I stepped out of her embrace. "I don't even know if I care," I admitted. "I don't know if I care if he's there or not."

She let me cry, rubbing my back.

"Chelsea," Mia said softly. "I think you should talk to someone. I'm not saying that how you're feeling is wrong or even uncommon," she added quickly. "But a therapist can help you get through it. And you will get through it. You know that."

I shrugged despondently. "Why would I pay someone a hundred bucks an hour to watch me cry? Because I guarantee that's all I'd be doing."

"Maybe. At the first appointment or two. But then, I promise you, you'll stop crying and start talking."

I looked at her curiously. She gave a small nod.

"I've been in therapy off and on for years - I had cancer just after I got out of college...and then went later when my mom died. Sometimes I still go back...a tune-up, my therapist calls it." She gave me a small smile.

"Cancer?" I repeated in surprise. "I had no idea, I'm so sorry."

Mia waved a hand. "It's okay, they got it all. But my therapist saved my life as much as the oncologists did. Look, just - promise me you'll think about it. Okay?"

"Okay," I told her with some doubt.

I did think about it, but didn't act on it. Instead I continued the motions of each day, focusing all my energy on Josie and then collapsing with fatigue once she went to sleep for the night. She talked about Ben often and I tried to be matter-of-fact but also let her see my emotions. She comforted me when I was sad and in lighter moments, when I could handle it, I told her funny stories about her dad. I never played their airplane game properly according to her, so we came up with our own games. Before bed, we talked to him or she planted a kiss on the picture of him on her nightstand.

I thought I was coping, but deep down in a place I refused to examine, I knew I was only existing, not living.

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Seven months after Ben died, Joe confronted me. His parents had come to visit for the weekend and he asked them to take Josie out so we could talk. After they left he and I sat on opposite ends of the couch in uncomfortable silence for an agonizing amount of time before he spoke.

"Chelsea," he began. "I don't like what's happened to us. I thought if I gave you space that things could get better but..." he trailed off and turned to face me.

I met his eyes briefly before shutting mine, unable to bear the hurt on his face.

"I miss you," he said quietly.

"Joe," I whispered. "I'm sorry."

I shook my head as if that was an explanation. When he didn't speak, I looked at him. He was watching me sadly.

"I just - I can't be who you want me to be," I said lamely.

"I don't want you to be anyone other than who you are," he insisted impatiently. "I love you, Chelsea. And I wish you'd let me back in. I wish you'd let me be your friend right now."

"Well, I don't know if I can," I said harshly.

"Why? Because I remind you of Ben? Or because you feel like it would be unfair to him or something?"

I cringed. "Maybe," I said hollowly, not knowing if those were the reasons but not wanting to continue the conversation.




I Told You So Ch. 15



"You don't even know what you want, do you? Or what you're thinking."

His words were more of a statement than a question. I looked at him, startled. Even after all these years it was always a surprise when he and Ben could read my mind.

"Chels, the last thing I want is to make things harder for you. But -" He stopped and took a deep breath. "But you need to figure it out for you. For Josie. You know Ben wouldn't want you to go on like this. And more importantly, it doesn't have to be like this."

I looked at him blankly. He gave me a sympathetic look.

"It doesn't have to be like this," he repeated softly. "You can be happy again. You have to decide you want it. Because you deserve it. And Josie deserves it. Hell, Ben's memory deserves it."

My face crumpled and I covered my eyes. Joe moved closer to me on the couch but he didn't touch me.

"I don't know how," I whispered in a choked voice.

"I know," he said tenderly.

I felt his hand rest lightly on my hair and moved away from his touch. Joe sighed and dropped his hand. There was a long silence before he spoke again.

"Listen, I'm going away for a while," he said hesitantly.

"What?" I asked in shock.

He nodded. "My boss offered me a position overseas, in Belgium - it's just supposed to be for six months. I wasn't going to take it, but now, the way things are...I don't know. I think it might be best."

"But - what about Josie?"

He sighed again. "It won't be that long," he said awkwardly. "I just - Chels, I can't handle being here when it seems like I'm hurting you more than helping. And honestly," he continued with another sigh. "Honestly, I think it's worse for me being around you now. With the way things are - I can't handle it."

"So your solution is to just take off," I spat out.

He looked offended. "Obviously I can't be the one to help you with this," he said coldly. "Even if I could - and I have wanted to - clearly that's not what you want. You can barely look me in the eye and you can't stand to have me touch you. What exactly are you going to be missing when I'm gone?"

I flinched and bit my lip. "Fine. Go ahead and leave. Sounds like a great idea," I said sarcastically, regretting my words instantly.

"Don't do this," he said slowly, sounding like he was trying to control his temper.

"Do what?" I snapped.

"I know you're pissed. You're so pissed you can barely breathe. I get it, believe me. But don't take it out on me when the only thing I've ever done is be your husband's best friend and the guy that loves you."

I stood suddenly, crossing my arms. I was embarrassed by the truth in his words but my lingering rage was overpowering it.

"Okay," I said.

"Okay?" he repeated in confusion.

"Okay. Have a safe trip. I guess I'll see you when you get back," I said flatly.

Joe stood and watched me, hurt and sadness and anger competing on his face. We didn't move for at least a minute, then suddenly he closed the gap between us. One of his hands cradled the back of my head, the other on my cheek, and he pulled me to him for a kiss. 

It was a hard kiss, but not rough; it was fierce with emotion. His lips caressed mine decisively, his tongue seeking mine. He poured all of his feelings into that kiss, telling me without words all he felt for me - the love and friendship as well as the frustration and anger. I was too stunned to move my arms but my body responded to him nonetheless, just as it always had. He broke the kiss so abruptly that I lurched forward a little before righting myself and staring up at him. Even if I could have read his expression, he didn't give me time to examine it.

Running a finger down my cheek, he whispered, "I love you, kitten." 

Then he was out the door before I could take a breath.

I stood in the same spot, frozen. The only movement I made was to uncross my arms and place my fingers on my mouth, still feeling his lips on mine. Those lips. Longing spread through me in a deep ache, overshadowed only by the guilt and fear clenching my heart.



I Told You So Ch. 16



This is the final chapter of Ben, Chelsea, and Joe's story. 

What started as a flicker of an idea - two friends sharing a woman - somehow became, when I listened to my characters, a love story. 

I expect / fear this story took a surprising path for my readers, one that was possibly unwelcome. If you are disappointed, I am sorry, really. When I began I expected it to go a different way, so I get it. I don't know if the characters followed my lead or if I followed theirs, but ultimately it came about organically and I had to stop questioning it. As Chelsea learned, logical or not, explainable or not, it felt right to me and I couldn't ignore that. 

I hope you've enjoyed it overall. I can't thank you enough for all the positive comments and votes – all thoroughly unexpected but so appreciated. 

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Oh, a p.s.: I've considered writing this same story from Joe's perspective. I don't know if I could do it justice, narrating as a man since I am a woman ;), but I think it could be interesting. I may start it just to see how easily it comes. Pun intended.

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I don't think it was Joe's intention, but the shock of that day - the news of him leaving the country, his words, that kiss - was the beginning of the end of my malaise. It happened so slowly I didn't recognize it until much later. But for the first time since Ben died I was feeling something else along with the anger or rage or sadness or depression that had been constant. Joe had sparked the memory of how it had been between us - all of us - and there was a flicker of life fighting its way out.

My first call was to Mia. She hugged me and handed me tissues, letting me ramble nonsensically about Ben and Joe and how I didn't know what I was supposed to do or even what I wanted. She held my hand while I made an appointment with her therapist, then came with me and played with Josie in the waiting room for the first several sessions.

I went back to work, which was a struggle at first. There had been a restructuring of my department during my leave and I had a new supervisor, Natasha. I don't know if I believe in kismet or fate, but if I did then certainly she was sent my way for a reason. Natasha, I learned, had also been widowed young and was now remarried. She became a mentor to me, professionally and personally, subtly taking me under her wing. We began meeting at the company gym every morning. We spoke little, but I soon discovered that Natasha could say a lot with very few words.

Joe went to Brussels without us speaking again. I got snippets of news of him from Mia and his parents. He offered his condo to Ben's parents, now retired, while he was gone. They moved to town and saw Josie daily, helping me by picking her up from daycare and generally being doting grandparents. Jay and Moira came to town almost every weekend. Between the four of them, Josie and I were surrounded with family and love and support.

Around three months after returning to my job, I found myself telling some co-workers about the funny thing Josie had said that morning. I heard myself laugh and was so startled by the sound that my breath caught and I ended up having a coughing fit. But I had laughed, I thought, astounded. Around this time my therapist suggested we cut back my sessions to twice a month instead of every week. Mia took me shopping and I splurged on some new clothes and shoes.

I watched Ben's video several times, sometimes sobbing and unable to hear him speak, sometimes crying silently, sometimes just looking at his handsome face and only hearing him say he loved me. I redecorated our bedroom slowly, making just enough changes that it became mine but still held memories of him.

Joe had been away for four and a half months when I saw him again. I was picking Josie up at the condo and walked into the kitchen to see her at the table on Charles's lap, having a video chat with Joe. Their backs were to me, and I could tell by watching Joe that the camera hadn't picked me up, so none of them noticed me. I stopped short at the sound of his voice, my vision taking a few moments to clear before I could focus on him. He was reading Josie a story and she was coloring, only half listening.

He was overdue for a haircut. The light brown waves curled around his head and he kept brushing them off his forehead. There were faint shadows under his eyes - I did the math and realized it was late at night for him. His voice was deep and rich; soothing. I closed my eyes briefly and when I opened them, I saw Susan at the other end of the kitchen watching me with concern and curiosity. We exchanged small smiles but didn't speak.

"Mama!"

Josie had seen me and scrambled out of Charles's lap to run to me. I knelt and hugged her, missing whatever Joe's reaction was to the knowledge that I was there. Josie spoke nonstop about her day and by the time I could redirect my attention, the laptop was closed.

I went home in a state of confusion. Just seeing Joe and hearing his voice had brought back the memory of that last kiss. I could feel his lips on mine as if it had been minutes, not months, ago. The familiar longing reemerged. It grew to the point where I was antsy and unsettled, but couldn't reconcile my feelings of guilt. After Josie went to sleep, I put Ben's video in and sprawled on my bed with my eyes closed, just listening to him.

When it ended, I groped around for the remote with no success so I just lay there. I bolted upright when I heard Ben's voice again.

"Chels, I forgot to tell you something."

I launched myself off the bed until I was inches from the TV, leaning forward anxiously. I watched him with wide eyes, my breath coming in shocked gulps. I had never seen this part of the video. 

"Babe," he said regretfully. "Look -" He stopped and shook his head in frustration, letting out a sigh. "Babe, you and Joe belong together."

I gasped and clapped both hands over my mouth. "What?" I whispered.

Ben was nodding as if he'd heard my response. "You guys belong together. I've known it for a long time - a long, long time," he added, his smile bittersweet. "Probably since I first introduced you guys."

"Now, I don't doubt how much you love me or your commitment to me, and maybe it doesn't mean that you and I don't belong together too," he was saying. "But, well - if you're watching this, then..." He shrugged.

"Chels, just - give it a chance. I know what it is between you two, and it's a powerful thing, a great thing. Don't deny it, okay? Don't deny yourself that. Honestly, if you're watching this and I'm – gone...then nothing would make me happier. I mean it, babe."

He brushed a tear from his eye and smiled softly. "I love you, Chelsea."

He sat staring at the camera for a long moment, then his face broke into that breathtaking grin.

"And, I told you so." He winked at me.

I sat there, frozen, as the screen went black again, staring at the TV in case there was more that I had missed previously. But the DVD eventually ended and I knew I had finally heard everything he'd meant to tell me.

It was weeks before I could bring myself to speak of it; weeks of me walking around in a daze trying to digest Ben's words. It wasn't the paralyzing stupor of my depression, but it left me similarly withdrawn and pensive. I could see everyone's concern for me and finally arranged for Josie to spend a night with her grandparents so I could talk to Mia about it. She didn't seem surprised at the revelation and I commented on it.

"No, I'm not surprised," she told me, slightly amused. "Why are you?"

I laughed humorlessly. "I don't know. I shouldn't be - it's typical Ben, after all."

She was watching me thoughtfully but didn't speak for a while.

"What do you want to do about it?" she asked gently.

I looked at her, confusion and anxiety battling with hope inside of me.

"Not what you think you're supposed to want, or what you feel guilty about," she said slowly. "What do you want?"

I blinked back tears. "I want - I want -" I took a shuddering breath. "I miss Joe," I whispered. "I don't know if I know what I want, but I miss him. I want to see him."

She nodded and squeezed my hand.

"How is he?" I asked quietly.

Her eyes shifted from mine momentarily and I swallowed hard against the lump in my throat.

"He's okay, I think," she said. "Actually, he mentioned last time we talked that his company gave him the option of staying for a year, maybe longer, instead of just six months, and he was considering it." She studied me closely.

My brow furrowed in surprise.

"Why would he stay -" I stopped as a thought occurred to me and I looked at her fearfully. "Has - has he met someone? Has he, Mia? Did he meet someone there?" I asked urgently, gripping her arm.

"No!" she assured me. "No - at least, not that he's told me and I think he would. No, I don't think there's anyone else."

I chewed on my lower lip nervously. "But you don't know for sure," I said morosely.

"No, I don't," she said carefully. "But I do know that your reaction to the possibility of it is very revealing."

I met her eyes in surprise. She watched me through lowered lashes, smiling fondly. My heart thumped loudly in my chest and I exhaled slowly.

"Huh," I said.

Mia snorted a laugh. I couldn't help a smile at the look on her face. She had her own version of Ben's 'I told you so' expression, but it was just as obvious.

"Shut up," I told her good-naturedly.

We chuckled and fell into silence.

"He'd come home if you asked him," she told me gently.

I shook my head. "I can't ask him to do that - not without knowing why he's staying," I said in a tight voice. "Even if it's not somebody else - it's probably a great opportunity for his career."

"God, you're stubborn," she said affectionately. "You could go see him," she suggested.

My mouth opened to protest but the words died on my lips at the warning look she gave me.

"You can," she said firmly. "And I think you should."

I realized I was chewing on my fingernail, something I hadn't done in years.

"What if he doesn't want to see me?" I said quietly.

Mia's head shot up. "Chelsea," she said sharply. "Don't be an idiot."

I snickered and she grinned.

"Come on," she said, grabbing my laptop. "Let's look up flights."

Between Mia, Susan, and Charles, we had the whole trip arranged in a matter of days. Natasha was supportive about the last minute time off given I hadn't had the chance to accrue much vacation time since I'd been back. The grandparents would be staying with Josie, and Moira was going to take time off to help as well. I waited until everything was finalized before telling Joe. I'm not sure why; possibly I didn't want to give him the chance to say no. I had his phone number but in the end I sent him a short email, one that I rewrote several times.

Joe,

I need to see you. I want to see you. And I hope you still want to see me. I'm coming to Brussels - my flight and hotel info is below. I'll call you when I get in.

I miss you,

C.

It sounded idiotic, but I sent it anyway, trusting he still knew me well enough to understand. He only sent one brief reply: I can't wait.

The next two weeks simultaneously sped by and dragged on. Mia told me that Joe questioned her about my trip but she only told him to wait and see what happened, knowing I still didn't know what was going on in my head. I managed to have a long heart-to-heart with Susan where she assured me that she and Charles both understood my feelings for Joe and that they knew it was what Ben would have wanted. Moira seemed to be tempering her glee about the possibilities with concern for Susan. 

Waiting for my departure date was nerve-wracking. My loved ones' attitudes both helped and hindered - their excitement usually made me more nervous, since I wasn't sure what would happen, what I wanted to happen. The weekend before I was due to leave, I took Josie away for a few nights to a hotel with an indoor water park, relishing time away from the other adults and the quality time with my daughter.

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I arrived in Brussels exhausted, stressed, and very late. A delay had made me miss my connection so instead of getting in on Monday night, I didn't arrive until Tuesday afternoon. During my layover I left a message for Joe at the front desk since it was the middle of the night there, which had the added benefit of avoiding having to speak to him. I was more nervous than I remembered being in my life. After checking into my hotel, I showered and dressed carefully in a wrap dress and a pair of slingback heels. I still wore my wedding band and Joe's ring; the only other jewelry I added were the earrings he had given me for my birthday all those years ago.

My hotel was close to the one where his company had set him up in an executive suite and I decided to walk, hoping the light exercise would settle my nerves. Moira had given me his room number so I went straight there, but there was no answer to my knock. Returning to the lobby to check the time, I realized he would probably be at work for another couple of hours. I adjusted my watch to the local time and sat in the hotel cafe on a plush chair with a magazine open in front of me but not reading.

My eyes had been glued to the doors but I was still shocked when he came in. He was wearing a handsome suit, one I'd never seen before. He'd gotten a haircut. He was looking down at his phone, only glancing up briefly to make sure he wasn't about to walk into anyone. A rush of something - affection, longing, a heartache at the same time painful and sweet - swept through me so powerfully I felt dizzy. How could I have let things come this far, let myself come so close to losing him, too?

I stood quickly and jostled the small table next to my chair, bringing my cup and saucer to the tile floor in an alarming clatter. It seemed like all the ambient noise in the lobby immediately silenced. I felt my face flush and looked at the mess. A waiter appeared just as I knelt down to clean my dishes. He brushed off my apologies and assured me he would take care of it. I stood up again, looking around helplessly, and saw Joe less than five feet from me.

I watched as the emotions flashed across his face: surprise, joy, concern, nervousness. I was paralyzed and tried to smile.

"Kitten," he said, stunned. "You're here."

I took a step toward him and knocked my leg against the chair. Wincing and blushing again, I looked down in frustration to see my purse strap had gotten caught in the heel of my shoe. I sighed angrily as I untangled it, embarrassed by what a fool I was making of myself. When I looked up again Joe was an arm's reach away. He looked at me as if I were a ghost.

"I got in late," I said weakly. "Did you get my message?"

He nodded faintly, then raised a hand and touched my hair lightly, as if trying to convince himself I was really there. I closed my eyes in relief and leaned my head into his hand. When I met his eyes, they were full of warmth and affection. My stomach fluttered, my heart beating so loudly in my chest I could almost hear it echoing around the hotel lobby. He moved his thumb to my cheek, stroking it lightly. I felt my eyes fill with tears and I bit my lip.

"Joe -" I started in a whisper.

He stopped me with a hug so powerful I was lifted off the ground. I wound my arms around his neck and pressed my face against him, inhaling deeply. 

"Chelsea...Chelsea," he murmured repeatedly, his face buried in my hair.

We might have stayed like that all night if we hadn't heard the polite throat-clearing behind us. Without releasing me, Joe lifted his head and we both turned to see the waiter smiling at us. Before I could speak, Joe asked him to bill his room for my coffee and the waiter gave a precise nod before walking away. Joe looked at me again, still holding me in the air, cupping my cheek with his hand.

"Will you come upstairs?" he asked softly.

I nodded. He surprised me by shifting his arm under my knees and bending down so I could grab my purse, then carrying me to the elevators. I just watched him, mesmerized, not even thinking about what kind of scene we were making. He put me on my feet once in the elevator, wrapping his arms around me so that I was pressed against him securely.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered. "I was terrible to you."

His brow wrinkled in concern. "Chelsea, you don't need to apologize. You've been through hell."

"Yeah, but so have you," I replied. "I shouldn't have pushed you away."

"Well, maybe," he agreed. "But you needed to figure out how to deal with it." He studied my eyes. "Have you -" He shook his head. "I mean -" 

He let out a shaky breath, his eyes searching my face apprehensively. He rested his fingers on my cheek, so light it was a whisper of contact but warmth spread over me quickly as if fire were coming out of his fingertips. 

"Why did you come?"

I swallowed hard. "I - honestly, I wasn't sure why I was coming, I just knew I had to. I didn't know what - what to hope for..." I pressed my lips together, trying to find the words. "I just knew I missed you and needed to see you. And then when I saw you -" I stopped, blinking rapidly.

My heart was in my throat and my stomach was twisting so much it was making me feel queasy. I didn't know how to put my emotions into words. I was so scared that I had ruined things permanently. Steeling my nerves, I reminded myself that I had flown to another country for this man, and to hold anything back out of fear now would be pointless. Joe was watching me patiently and I tried to smile.

"When I saw you - I knew what an idiot I've been." I took a shuddering breath. "I love you, Joe. And I want to be with you. If that's what you want," I added quickly. "I mean, I understand if I've fucked things up -"

He placed his fingers on my lips to stop me. I looked at him nervously, trying to read his expression. The elevator dinged and the doors opened but I still couldn't tear my eyes from his. He led me into the hall and stopped, pressing my back gently against the wall between the elevators. Resting his hands on the wall on either side of me, he hovered over me, filling my vision with his large frame. I tilted my head back to the wall, soaking him in.

"I understand what you've been through, Chels," he said quietly. "I understand why you acted the way you did...but it tore me up."

I squeezed my eyes shut briefly in pain. "I'm so sorry."

"I know, and so am I," he told me. "I could have handled things better. I'm really sorry." 

He swallowed, staring at me regretfully. I nodded. 

"I just need to know - Chelsea, I need to know if you're really sure. Because I love you and I want a future with you and if you're not -"

This time I silenced him by covering his mouth. If I hadn't been sure before in the lobby, I was now. The sight of him, the feel of his arms around me...I knew. I felt a flash of annoyance at myself for taking so long to realize it, but now that I had, I didn't want to waste any more time.

"I'm sure," I said firmly. I cupped his face in my hands. "I'm sure. Whatever happens, I want you there with me, by my side for it."

He covered one of my hands with his own, his eyes becoming heated. "Kitten," he whispered. "I do love you..."

I watched as his head lowered to mine, my breath speeding up with the anticipation of feeling his lips again. Just then the elevator dinged loudly and people came into the hall. Joe straightened up and we laughed awkwardly, nodding to the other guests as they passed. He took my hand and looked at the floor before meeting my gaze.

"Would you think I'm just the worst kind of cad if I tell you I can't wait one more second to get you into bed?" A faint blush spread over his cheeks as he spoke.




I Told You So Ch. 16



I giggled. "We don't need a bed, but we should at least be in your room," I said with a grin.

Delight broke out on his face and he scooped me up to carry me to his room. He set me down to open the door and I watched him, wondering what he had planned. Would he take things slow? Would he be tender? Would he tie me up? Anticipation made the tingling start in my stomach. I saw he was having trouble with the key card and smothered a laugh, realizing he was nervous and jumpy as well. He caught my eye and grinned at my amusement, finally getting the door open.

He guided me inside with a hand on the small of my back. I took in the suite while he hung the do not disturb sign and locked the door. I felt him behind me and turned to face him. We stared at each other, apprehension waging a war with desire for both of us. I reached for him slowly, placing my shaky hands on his arms. He blinked and seemed to come out of a fog. Cupping my face gently, he brought my mouth to meet his.

Our lips met and I instantly sighed, my hands tightening on his arms. He kissed me slowly, alternately brushing his lips against mine before pressing firmly against me. His hands stroking my face, he parted his lips slightly. I responded immediately, my tongue searching for his. We kissed for so long that my knees started wobbling. Joe wrapped an arm around me, steadying me. He drew back, his eyes burning into mine.

"Are you all right?" he asked softly. 

I nodded, running a finger across his lips in fascination. 

"I missed you so much," I whispered. 

His eyes softened and I wound my arms around his waist, pressing my face to his chest. 

"Kitten," he murmured. He let out a long breath and kissed the top of my head. "God, it feels so good to hold you again." 

I squeezed him tighter. 

"Are you hungry?" he asked, his hands stroking my back. "Or do you want something to drink?" 

I rested my chin on his chest and met his eyes. "I just want you," I told him. 

He smiled at me in wonder. I stood on tiptoe to kiss him as I pushed his jacket off his shoulders, then loosened his tie and slipped it over his head. I started to unbutton his shirt, stopping him when he tried to help. 

"Let me," I said, lowering his hands to his sides. 

I held his eyes while I undressed him slowly, leaving his shirt and jacket pooled on the floor. I knelt to remove his shoes and he chuckled. I looked up to see his embarrassed expression and I winked at him, slipping off his shoes and socks. 

"You look so handsome in a suit," I commented, standing and resting my fingers on his belt. "It's unfortunate I have to remove it." 

He grinned. I unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, shoving them down his legs. He was wearing boxer briefs that hugged him nicely and I stopped to admire his body, feeling light-headed. He looked the same but it somehow felt like I was seeing him for the first time. His body loomed over me, making me feel feminine and delicate as I soaked in the sight of his broad shoulders, his chest heaving with anticipation. I took his hand and led him to the couch, pulling his boxers down before nudging him to sit. I studied him for a long time before meeting his eyes again. He held out a hand to me and I took it, letting him pull me in for a kiss but stepping back before he could embrace me. 

I untied the belt of my dress and slipped it off my shoulders, forcing myself to watch him though I wanted to look away. I felt shy and embarrassed for some reason, until I saw his eyes widen and devour me when I stepped away from the dress on the floor. I was wearing a cream-colored bra and panties, covered in lace. He leaned forward when I moved my hands to the bra clasp at my back. I arched my back to reach it and paused before unhooking it when he inhaled sharply at the sight. One strap fell off my shoulder and I gave him a smile as I removed the bra entirely. 

He looked entranced, which gave me enough courage to teasingly lower my panties just an inch. I hooked my thumbs on the waistband and turned, bending forward slightly as I pushed them down my hips. I heard a low groan and looked at him over my shoulder. His hands were gripping the edge of the couch cushion, the muscles in his arms tense. I slid the underwear down another inch and turned, slipping a hand inside to cup myself between the legs. He swallowed hard, his heated eyes darting from my hands to my eyes. I lowered my panties off my hips and let them fall down my legs. Taking a deep breath and hoping with everything I had that I wouldn't get my heel caught in them, I stepped to the side and out of the last of my clothes.

I remained still for an endless minute, our eyes locked, before taking the few steps toward him and placing a knee on either side of his thighs. I rested my hands lightly on his shoulders, my fingers tickling his hair. His hands came to my waist and my eyes fluttered shut at his touch. I was so excited and nervous my stomach was doing flips and I was shuddering with each breath. 

"Kiss me?" I asked in a whisper, my lips hovering over his.

He slid his hands up my back until they were buried in my hair and kissed me. He kissed me for what could have been hours, our hands gently stroking and caressing each other, our breath quickening until we were panting. He pulled back to meet my eyes, tucking my hair behind my ear.

"I love you, kitten," he said in a thick voice. 

"I love you, Joe," I replied, pressing my thighs into his.

His mouth found mine again, his hands returning to my waist and lifting me onto him. I sank onto him slowly with a moan and held myself there for a moment before beginning to move. He tightened his grip and guided my body, our mouths never leaving each other. I bit his lip lightly, the pleasure overtaking me. My head fell back and I felt his mouth on my neck and my breasts. 

"Oh, God - Joe," I gasped, breathing hard. 

He flicked my nipple with his tongue then swirled it around my breast, thrusting into me with more force. It was as if there was a current between his mouth on my nipple and his hardness inside me; the jolt of electricity zipping up and down my body. Warmth spread over me until my ears were buzzing and I couldn't keep my eyes open. I leaned away from him slightly, just holding on, my back arching as I peaked with a long moan.

Joe's mouth was on mine again, those lips prolonging my climax with their sweet caresses. He wrapped his arms around me and stood suddenly. I gasped at the sensation as he filled me even deeper. He remained standing for a few moments, bouncing me on him, before carrying me into the bedroom. Without withdrawing from me, he laid me on the bed, covering my body with his. Our hands came together, fingers twining. My legs crossed behind his thighs and our eyes met. 

I felt tears welling up in my eyes as I looked at him. He wore an expression of utter amazement. My heart swelled and I squeezed him with my legs. 

"Please come for me," I implored. 

He gave me a small smile. "Not yet," he whispered, kissing me.

"I know you want to wait." I was pleading now. "But I need you to - I need to feel you come. Please."

"God, I love it when you beg," he murmured, grinning mischievously.

I chuckled and squeezed him again. "Joe," I whispered. "We have a lifetime ahead of us where you can tease me for hours on end."

I watched his smile fade and his eyes darken.

"Please," I repeated breathlessly. "Right now I need to know that I can do that to you...that I make you so crazy with need for me that you can't wait, that I can make you lose control because of how much you want me...how much you love me."

"Kitten," he said, sounding stunned. "You've always done that for me, every single time. Just the thought of you -" He sucked in a loud breath. "Christ, you do make me crazy for you." 

"Show me," I begged. 

He lowered his forehead to rest on mine, breathing heavily. "Honey, I will spend the rest of my life worshipping you however you want. And if you think I haven't been on the verge of bursting since seeing you in the lobby, then you're totally clueless." 

I giggled and he grinned. 

"But if you need me to prove it to you now, then I will. Gladly," he said, withdrawing to the tip and plunging into me swiftly. 

He smiled in satisfaction at my groan. He thrust into me again with a grunt. I bit my lip before crying out as he continued pounding into me. 

"Yes, Joe - Joe," I gasped.

"Chelsea," he moaned before attacking my mouth, his tongue mimicking what his lower body was doing to me. 

My eyes had drifted shut when he kissed me but now they flew open as I felt my climax beginning. I could see by his expression that he felt me contracting around him. His hips sped up, our eyes locked.

"Yes - please," I groaned, gripping his hands. 

"Chels," he cried out.

"Yes!" I screamed, a tear falling down my cheek.

He released my hands and held my waist to pull my body to meet his, his hips moving frantically. My back arched so far off the bed that our chests met and I threw my arms around his neck, shrieking. My body shuddered at my release and I was rewarded with a delightful aftershock when he came, shouting and pulsing inside me.

Joe dropped to my side and gathered me in his arms, holding me tightly as my body trembled. Still breathing heavily himself, he tenderly wiped my tears away and kissed me slowly. Pressing his lips against my temple, he muttered something unintelligible.

"Wh - what?" I stammered, still recovering. 

He chuckled softly, his breath tickling me.

"I said, I can't wait to show you again," he murmured, nuzzling my cheek.

I tried to laugh but it came out in a happy sigh. 

"I'll show you every day - every hour - if you need me to..." He threw a leg over me and held my still shaking body tighter. "Because what you do to me...my God...it's not enough that your body makes me feel like a mere mortal looking upon a goddess..."

Startled, I looked at him. I could feel myself blushing. 

"Joe -" 

"It's those eyes," he interrupted, running a finger across my brow. "Those gorgeous eyes, all glowing and golden. That brain," he said with a smile, brushing the hair off my forehead. "You have quite a sexy brain, kitten. Clever and funny and loving..."

I nestled into him, overwhelmed. He lifted my chin up to study my face and I placed my hand over his heart.

"And those lips," he continued, dropping his hand to my mouth, his eyes following his fingers. 

He gave me a lingering kiss, sliding his hand to my chest. 

"This heart," he said gruffly. 

He opened his mouth to speak but instead shook his head slightly, his eyes dazed. I covered the hand on my heart with my own. 

"It's yours, J," I whispered. 

I had unintentionally used Ben's nickname for him and blinked in surprise at hearing myself say it. Joe smiled warmly at me, turning his wrist and lacing our fingers together. Lifting our joined hands, he kissed mine before releasing it to wrap his arms around me again.

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Epilogue

Joe held the door open for me, then took my hand once we were outside the building, our fingers lacing together automatically.

"Can we name him Ben?" he asked shyly.

We both looked at the ultrasound picture in my hand, our happiness and excitement palpable.

"If Josie had been a boy, Ben wanted to name him Charles," I said softly.

I looked at Joe apprehensively and was rewarded with a warm smile.

"Charles Benjamin?" he suggested.

I smiled back. "It's a great name."

Joe's smile faltered slightly and he pulled me to a bench in the courtyard.

"Listen, I've been thinking...I want his last name to be Grant-Beckett." He looked at me tentatively.

My mouth dropped open. "You want to give him Ben's last name? Along with yours?" I whispered, feeling the telltale pricking in my eyes that threatened tears.

Joe nodded. "Is that okay?"

I let out a small gasp. "Of course it's okay, I just - I'm surprised." I touched his cheek. "That's so – sweet...so generous of you." 

Joe shrugged self-consciously. "Well, Ben was their only child...I'd like to pass the name on for at least another generation. And I feel like he's still a part of us." He stared at our joined hands as he spoke.

"Honey," I said, overwhelmed. "I think that would be wonderful. If you're sure - I mean, we don't have to..."

"I want to," he said, meeting my eyes and smiling brightly. "Do you think Josie would like to add my name when the adoption is finalized?"

I grinned. "For you? Yeah, I'm sure she would."

He chuckled, slipping an arm around my shoulders. I leaned in for a kiss.

"Can we get to the school?" I asked, a little embarrassed. "I know it's still early, but I want to make sure we're there before they get out. I'm dying to hear about her first day."

Joe burst out laughing and stood. "She's probably running the class by now."

"You're probably right," I said with a laugh.

He grinned at me, pulling me to my feet. 

"Let's go, Mrs. Beckett," he said sweetly.

He kissed my temple as we walked to the car, our joined hands resting on my expanding belly.

"I love you, kitten."

"I love you, J."





The end.



Note: I know I never specified how Ben died. I don't really have a good reason for omitting it - part of it was because I wanted to get the story done without waiting for my "medical consultant" (i.e. my friend who is a nurse) to help me out with accurate medical info. In the end I decided it wasn't that important, but I realize now that if I were the reader, it would drive me batty not knowing.

So. In my mind, Ben had some kind of previously undetected heart defect / fatal heart attack.