be inappropriate to text them now? Presumably they put their phones on silent or on airplane mode when they didn’t want to be bothered. At the very least, they’d silence the text tone and respond later when they had time. I mean, we had exchanged plenty of texts during their working hours, so it wouldn’t be an issue, right? Aaron had longer periods of silence, which made sense since he was probably dealing with clients or in court or doing whatever it was lawyers did. And I was curious about that, too—criminal defense? Lord, did I have questions about that.
But those could wait. Asking him point blank how he lived with himself defending people he knew were guilty might, like, sour things between us before they even got off the ground. After we’d gotten to know each other a bit more. And what kind of criminals did he even defend? Laurelsburg probably had a meth problem like any small town, but this seemed like the kind of place where a convenience store robbery would be front page news and a murder would be something people talked about for decades to come. So I supposed he wasn’t exactly defending serial killers and mafia bosses on a regular basis.
Anyway. Texting.
Will responded more frequently to texts during the day than Aaron did, which was probably one of the perks of working from home. Not only did he not have clients coming in and demanding huge swaths of time, he also didn’t have a boss hovering over him like I’d had at previous jobs. You know, the ones who got their panties in a wad if an employee so much as glanced vaguely in the general direction of their cell phone during working hours and wrote them up? Yeah. Those. Will didn’t have to deal with those.
Because he works at home. As an artist. Who makes an actual living. So much envy.
I shook myself. God, my mind was scattered and rambly today. But rambling and speculating about the daily working lives of the two men I’d fooled around with last night was a lot more fun than trying to muster up the intestinal fortitude to face down my dad’s belongings.
I started a group chat with the three of us and wrote out, So last night was fun. Any thoughts on doing it again?
Then I stared at the screen. Aaron read the message. A moment later, so did Will. Neither started typing.
Oh God. Oh God, they were in another window trying to figure out how to break it to me that while a couple of blowjobs and some sexy talk had been fun, they were going to keep looking. Don’t call us, we’ll call you, have a nice life, etc.
After a solid hour—okay, it was probably like two and a half minutes—Will started typing. I held my breath, bracing for the hopefully gentle letdown.
Finally, his message appeared:
I don’t know if Aaron can move after I fucked him last night, lol, but we’d love to see you ASAP.
All the breath rushed out of me in a laugh. “Really?” I said to the otherwise empty stairs. “Oh my God. Really? They—”
Aaron posted: I can move. I’m down to play as long as no one’s fucking me.
I squirmed, the step creaking under my shifting weight. Wow. They were still in? Yes!
I’m not fucking anyone, I wrote back with unsteady hands. I hesitated, then decided to go for broke and add, But I’m pretty sure I can make your ass sore in other ways.
I cringed, especially as their icons indicated they’d both read the message. That was too much, wasn’t it? Oh God. That was too much. This was—
Seriously, Will, Aaron wrote. Can we keep him?
A rush of relief and arousal made me sway; good thing I was sitting down.
Lol, Will responded. I think we can. Aaron, get back to work. Kelly and I will sort out logistics.
Aaron replied with a thumbs up. Then his icon went dark.
My heart was racing. I was still nervous for a million different reasons. This was something new, which meant there were all kinds of undiscovered ways for me to screw it up. A new relationship—or “relationship”—was like an advent calendar of fuckery sometimes. Each day we opened up a new door to find yet another way Kelly could make things unbearably awkward. I’m just saying—medical school wasn’t the only reason I was still single.
Will wrote, Aaron’s probably going to be stuck at the office late tonight. Do you have plans tomorrow?