Page 77 of Taking Turns

“Whew,” I say, making an exaggerated gesture of wiping my brow with my hand.

“Did you masturbate to the sex tape all night long?”

“Yes,” I say, blushing a little. But I leave out the best part. That it was my fantasy of Smith watching us fuck that got me off.

“Well, he called me this morning and told me to let you know he won’t be around this weekend.”

“No?” I ask, wondering why that is. “Did he give a reason?”

“He said you’d know why. Which had my mind working overtime.” Bric leans forward, both my hands in his now. “I’m just here to make sure he’s not fucking things up, that’s all. I like you. I want this to work. And Smith can be… challenging to manage at times. Don’t let him ruin what we could have. Like I said last night—you can cut him out completely. Keep him on the other end of the cameras. He’ll stay away from the apartment if you don’t let him watch in person.”

“How do you know that?” I ask.

“Because we’ve done this before. We’ve been One and Three before. It’s not an ideal situation. In fact, Smith is always a challenge. But we can manage him, Chella. If you refuse to let him watch, he will leave you alone. Just like he left Rochelle alone.”

I think about this for a moment. Do I want to cut him out completely? Do I want Smith Baldwin to leave me alone?

“Think of Friday through Sunday as your days off. Can you do that? Just stay at your own house and come back to the Club Sunday midnight for Quin. Quin is easy to manage. He’s fun, right? He can fuck you all he wants without the games. Be a good friend.”

“And you?” I ask, wondering where he’s going with this idea.

“I can fuck you all I want too. As long we have a camera for Smith to watch us later. We can pretend he’s not there. We can pretend it’s just us. I’ve done it before, Chella. It will work if you allow it to work.”

He lets go of my hands, stands up, and walks around the desk until he’s towering over me. He’s hard just from the talk. His huge cock is outlined in his pants and he grabs it for a second, like he’s trying his best to make it shrink.

I look up at his face, doing my best not to beg him to fuck me right now.

“Is this what you want?” I ask. “For me to cut him out?”

Bric just shrugs. “You only have three choices. Cut him out. Let him join us. Or walk away. I just want to make sure you don’t walk away.” He reaches for my hand, pulls me up so I’m standing, and then kisses it lightly. Gently. His soft, full lips lingering for a second before he pulls away and looking me in the eyes. “I’m enjoying you very much, Marcella Walcott. And I’d like to keep enjoying you for as long as possible. So make your choice. Whichever one is best for you. And I hope that it’s the one I suggested.”

“Why?” I ask, my voice small and timid. “Do you want me all to yourself?”

“I’ll never have that,” he says. “I’ll always be sharing you with Quin, no matter what. But I certainly wouldn’t mind having you without Smith. It’s just not my decision to make. So we work with what we have.”

Chapter Twenty - Smith

“So you went to talk to her?” I ask. “Why, exactly?” If Bric gives a fuck that I’m pissed off, he doesn’t show it.

“You know why.”

“No, I actually don’t. So give me more, Bric. Because I’m starting to get mad.”

We’re sitting up in my private bar overlooking the Black Room. It’s Saturday night, I’m here alone, I can’t go see Chella because I don’t trust myself to adhere to the rules… and then this asshole comes in and tells me he checked up on her today. At least she’s at home and not here. One less thing to worry about.

Bric is smoking a cigar, which he hardly ever does and he knows I hate, so I know he’s doing it on purpose. Why is he fucking with me?

“I’m just curious, Smith.”

“About?”

But Quin walks in just as Bric is about to explain and takes his seat across from me and next to Bric. “What’s up?” he asks me. Then, “Hey, aren’t you supposed to be upstairs?”

“I’m holding back,” I say, trying not to growl out the word.

“Why?” Quin laughs. But then I look at Bric and he presses his lips together and nods. “OK. So we’re gonna go through this again? Why can’t you assholes just enjoy yourselves and not make things complicated?”

“Says the guy who fell in love with Rochelle and drove her away.” I don’t know why I just said that. And I don’t even know where it came from, because it’s not true.