Just Friends by Sam Crescent Page B

able to
touch and really feel what they were doing to her body.
    “I love you,” she said on a gasp.
    Mitch brought her to orgasm as
Chase filled her with his release. He held her in his tight grip refusing to
let her go.
    He eased out of her, and Mitch
kissed her deeply. She opened her legs for him. He slid inside, holding her
tightly. The passion between them was magical. He held her down underneath him,
loving her in every way he could.
    Chase stroked her hair.
    She’d never felt so complete in her
whole life. It was like a dream come true.
     
     

Chapter Eleven
     
    Life didn’t get any easier with
their business. Starting up their own business proved
to be time-consuming. Not only did they keep long hours, but they had no choice
in the hours they worked. Getting their business off the ground was far more difficult
than any of the three had expected. Chase and Mitch worked long hours while she
continued to work as a receptionist. Leah kept her appointments with her
midwife even though her men couldn’t attend most of them. They’d been with her
on the first one and when she found out the sex of her baby. She was having a
little boy.
    She’d been asked if she wanted a
paternity test. Leah refused, explaining her situation to the midwife. The
older woman hadn’t minded the situation and continued to see her. Her mother
rang her all the time. Leah loved hearing her voice. Some of the nights she was
alone as Mitch and Chase tried to get their name out there, so her mother’s
phone calls were welcome.
    With Mitch and Chase out, she spent
a great deal of time painting her son’s nursery. Leah didn’t mind the demands
of their business. She remembered how much they’d talked about it when they
were growing up.
    Into the third month of her
pregnancy, she had finally picked a colour to paint the walls. She decided on a
vanilla colour. The lightness would make the room feel larger. She opened the
tin of paint on a Friday night. Leah had become used to the quiet in their
apartment.
    She whistled a tune while she ran
the brush up and down the walls in one smooth action. The ceiling would have
white clouds with a blue sky peeking out. She wanted her son to look up into
something with texture rather than a plain white wall.
    Leah climbed the ladder and was
painting around the light bulb when the sound of the door echoed around the
small room. She heard Mitch’s and Chase’s voices.
    “Leah, where are you?” Mitch called
out to her.
    “In the nursery,” she said. “If you
can remember where it is,” she muttered to herself.
    “What the hell are you doing?”
Chase asked, charging into the room. He stood at the bottom of the ladder.”
    “I’m painting my son’s nursery.”
    “No, you’re fucking not. You could
have fallen. You’d put yourself and the baby at risk for some stupid ceiling?”
He lifted his hands up to her.
    She saw red. Grabbing the tub of
paint she poured the little amount left inside over his head.
    He moved out of the way as she came
down. When her two feet were on the floor, she poked his chest. “I would never
put our baby in harm’s way. You’re gone for most of the day and night. Our son
will not be coming home to a half-finished room. It will be ready for him, and
if you don’t like that, tough.”
    Leah stormed out of the room, past
Mitch to the kitchen. She needed a drink of water. Her anger was getting the
better of her. The windows were wide open to deal with the fumes created from
the paint. She wasn’t doing any heavy lifting.
    Mitch wrapped his arms around her
waist. His hand stroked her stomach. She leaned against him loving his comfort.
“He worries about you all the time.”
    “If you ever came home you’d see I
was safe. I’m not going to wait around for you to do the nursery.”
    “I know.”
    “I know you’re hard at work, and I
hate it. I want to help you, but I can’t do anything to help,” she said. Her
frustration grew as his comfort reminded her how much