Three-Way Tie (Neighborly Affection) Read Free Page B

The bare concrete would snag her dress and stockings. Fine for his jeans, but not for Alice. Her weight settled on him, warmth and joy, and he pressed himself to her side as she plucked the plate from his hands.
    “Huh. Good eye. How many are there?”
    “ Dunno. At least this box, and I think the one next to it.” He raised his voice. “Henry, you should see these before you finish haggling.”
    “You really should,” Alice echoed. “ Reuleaux triangles.”
    “What-low?” The second box revealed bowls with tops curving like waves and the same lines around the edges. “Does that mean round?”
    “Reuleaux. An engineer guy. And yeah, it means round-ish.” She set a plate on her legs and grabbed his hand. “Here, trace with me.” Guiding his hand, she ran their fingers around the edge. “Three equal arcs based on the points of an equilateral triangle. Every point on the curve is the same distance from the center.”
    Center. Uh-huh. Their journey around the plate ended with the point nearest her crotch. She let her hand fall away, and he brushed her stomach with his knuckles. “Can we shorten the distance to the center?”
    “Teaching Jay something new today?” Henry reached for the plate, and he handed it up for study. “How lovely to see you putting your homework into practice.”
    He shared a glance with Alice and fingered the rope at her back through her clothes while they waited for Henry’s pronouncement. She loved the ropes. He might too, if he were brave enough to ask for them. Not barreling ahead because of his lovers’ desires, but taking thoughtful stock of his own. One of the first lessons Henry had taught him.
    “An excellent find, my boy.” Henry squeezed his shoulder.
    Approval seeped through his skin to his bones like water finding its level. He craved that tone, the drugged happiness nudging him toward subspace without sex.
    “The shape formed of overlapping circles.” Henry balanced the plate on his fingertips. “The center of three lives. Even the colors suit.”
    The plain white of the plates sported only the thinnest lines of color to break it up. Gold, green and brown lines swept along the edges and rolled into and over and around each other at the corners like Celtic knots on the funky triangles. Unique enough for Henry’s taste.
    And now that they had something to eat off of for Thanksgiving, maybe they’d get to go eat today’s dinner. Pie ran neck and neck with Alice’s pussy and Henry’s cock for top choice. He’d eat the last two first then fill up on pie energy then go back for seconds if Henry said the word.
    Alice giggled and nuzzled his ear while Henry called for the devil’s granddaughter. Guess the plates were coming home with them.
    “Bet I know what you’re thinking about, stud.” She shifted her hip and pushed at his cock. Oh fuck yeah. He twitched. The fabric gripped him. “Whatever it is, you must like the idea.”
    “I do.” He wrapped his arms around her until she squeaked. “Life is good.”
     

Chapter 3: Henry
     
    Tattered brown leaves swirled and crunched at Henry’s feet, the final remnants of a leaf peeping season laid to rest. The deserted parking lot tempted desire, but the broad windows of the diner across the two-lane road stamped it out. Public display belonged in the club with controlled variables, not in the real world where an entrepreneuring smartphone user might make money off Alice and Jay’s beauty or a child might witness something inappropriate.
    “Wait, nudge that box left. More left.” Alice wrapped her arms around their strong, slender boy and pointed as he bent over the trunk. Bouncing sunlight blended their bodies into a single whole. “See, perfect fit.”
    The family cabin in northern Maine would offer privacy and the beauty of red and golden leaves. Too late this year. He’d make a note of it so Alice could request vacation time in advance next year.
    “I’m always a perfect fit.” Jay wiggled, playing the