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She gasps as Jonathon starts to thrust into her. His cock hitting her g-spot over and over, getting ready to send her over the edge in a matter of seconds.  She mewls as he pounds into her.  She can feel his cock throbbing inside her, reaching down to grab his balls.  She squeezes his nuts in her hand as he thrust into her one more time. 

“Kimberly!” He cries out into her neck, exploding inside her.  She wonders if this really makes her a whore, having two men come inside her in a matter of minutes.  The pleasure over taking her body makes her mind not really care if she is or not.  They both try to calm their breathing as she catches Emerson’s eye.  She sees the look in his eye before he turns away.  She can’t really detect what it was but for a moment there she thought she saw sadness.

Kimberly watches the game from the seats right outside the Tiger Den. She had been to a few games in Tiger Stadium when she was growing up, but her family could never afford seats like this and definitely not during a Bama game. She screams out as the ball is intercepted, not even caring that Emerson and Jonathon are seeing a side of her they never have before. You don’t mess with a woman and her Tiger football. She was one of those fans that claim to bleed purple and gold. She was sure they would probably lose to Nick Saban but she couldn’t seem to care because she was at the game, getting to see it up close and personal. 

Jonathon watches Kimberly as if he has met a stranger. This side of her is totally different from any other side. He really was starting to enjoy getting to peel her layers back. Each layer more complex as the time grew. Who would have thought the woman would be so obsessed with the sport. Most women that came up to these dens weren’t interested in the players on the field, but more the wine and fine food that they got while the men enjoyed the game. Kimberly though, was screaming, cussing, and jumping up with every play.  It was intriguing to watch, and he could tell that Emerson felt the same.  He wouldn’t bring it up to Emerson but he saw the look in his eye when Kimberly met his eyes earlier.  He was as emotionally involved as Jonathon was and they needed to talk about it before it came between them like Mallory.  He was sure that they could make this with Kimberly work, but for it to work, they all had to be on board with it. 

Emerson tried to calm down, watching Kimberly jumping up and down, yelling at the players running around on the field.  He laughed when she made fun of Les bending down and picking up a blade of grass.  What it was with that man and his grass, he would never understand but if he enjoyed it, what could anyone do?  To each their own.  By half time, he knows he has feelings that go deeper than he expected.  Seeing Kimberly’s face light up as the band performs is something he will never forget.  He watches her squeal and clap as the band makes all these intricate patterns on the field.  She looks like every weight has been lifted off her shoulders and she has nothing to worry about.  Seeing that expression on her face, makes him realize he wants to make sure that happens.  His eyes meet Jonathon’s and they both share the same expression.  They are going to have to have a talk to make sure this works out this time.  They are both too far invested to not let it work this time around. 

After the game is over, they make their way back to Jonathon’s car.  Kimberly is wobbling on her feet as they walk, thankful that they don’t have to walk the three miles to the free parking field.  She laughs while she stumbles over a pebble in the road.

“Please be careful,” Jonathon says, holding her hand up.  “Maybe I shouldn’t have let you have those last two Margaritas.”

“Oh, quit being a party pooper! We WON! We beat Bama!  I wish I could be a fly on the wall of the Alabama locker room, just to hear the bitch storm coming their way,” she laughs saying it.

“Or, so you can stare at all the naked guys,” Emerson chuckles, reaching the car.  Jonathon gives him a look that states he isn’t helping.  Emerson just laughs harder while they make their way through the traffic and head to his house since it’s the closest. 

Twenty minutes later, they pull into Emerson’s driveway, exit the car and head inside.  Kimberly is already softly snoring in Jonathon’s arms, he carries her to the guest room to get a good night’s sleep.  He watches her sleep for a couple of minutes, snoring peacefully, her brown hair cascading down in waves over the cream of the pillow.  It’s time to have a talk with Emerson. 

Emerson is staring out the glass into his backyard, sensing Jonathon coming up behind him.  It was weird how he knew he was always there, they may share a woman but that’s as far as the connection goes for them.  He never had a thing for Jonathon or any other man, he was strictly into women but they had this weird thing where they knew when the other needed them.

“You have deeper feelings for her,” Jonathon says, not really asking but confirming.

“I do, I’m not sure if they are like Mallory though.”

“What’s this mean?”

“Nothing.  It’s not going to happen again, I’m too invested in our friendship to let a woman come between it.  You’re my brother.”

“I feel the same way, but I like her a lot.”

“Then, I will bow out.”

“No, she wants us both.”

“Then we share her, it’s not like we can’t do that. We can continue this way.”

“What is she wants more?”

“Then it happens.  We will figure it out, don’t let it bother you now.”

The two men sit, watching the recaps of the game and try to not let the fact that the other is harboring the same feelings, get to them.  They can both act as if nothing is bothering them, but each knows it’s not true.  Why they always have to fall for the same woman is what makes it harder.  There has to be someone for each of them, but neither is willing to give her up to the other. 

After the news goes off, both men go to their respective bedrooms, letting Kimberly sleep alone for the first time while she is staying with them.  The new emotions they are feeling, causing a brewing of turmoil that no one knows is actually happening. 

Two weeks later, Kimberly is standing in her room, looking in the mirror as she whines with her hands on her hips.  “Why do I need to go to this?” 

“Because, you are my girlfriend and I would rather take someone that I’d enjoy their company over a paid escort like Emerson.” 

“I… I don’t like things like this.  Rich people all dressed up and looking down their noses at me.” 

“Baby.” He walks over to her, putting his hands on hers, resting on her hips.  “No one will be looking down on you because I will punch them right in the fucking throat.  You are beautiful, Kimberly and if they don’t think so, well, quite frankly they can fuck off.”

“I… I just don’t like this kind of thing.”

“I know, but I need you to go. I wouldn’t have asked if that stupid camera man wouldn’t have taken your picture.” He looks at her with his head cocked to the side before the left part of his mouth curves into a smile. “I lie… I would ask you because well, limo sex is quite fun.” She looks at him with her mouth shaped in an o as he smiles. “Mmhmmm. Now come on, put on that dress and let’s get going.”

“Fine, but you owe me.” 

“Baby, I think you forget that I am the man working his ass off to keep you from being put behind bars.” Immediately, he regrets it when her shoulders go rigid, her back as straight as a board.  “Kimberly, wait.”  He grabs her arm but she shakes him off in an attempt to shield herself.  “Baby, I’m sorry.”

“Quit calling me that!” She screeches. 

“What?”

“Baby! That’s a term of endearment, Jonathon.” She looks at him with a fire blazing in her hazel eyes.  “I know I’m just the whore you’re banging because she was too poor to fucking pay you.”  She whips around and walks into the bathroom before slamming the door in his face. 

“Bab… Kimberly. I didn’t mean it like that.” He rests his head against the wooden door before trying his luck. He reaches down with a sweaty palm to open the door but it’s locked. “You mean a hell of a lot more than just some girl I’m fucking.” He whispers into the wood, knowing she won’t hear him but too much of a coward to tell her he’s fallen for her.

She stands in front of the mirror with tears falling down her face. No matter what she felt about the man standing just outside the door and the one bringing another woman on his arm, it was irrelevant.  They made a deal with her, a deal to use her body as payment for their help.  She was stupid to think either of them would fall in love with her, much less both of them.  She looks into the mirror to see the tears but tries her best to hold them back.  It was her stupid heart that fell, so now she needed to make it un-fall.  To make it un-love the two most amazing men she had ever met.  She strengthens her resolve, slides on the black silk dress that was bought for her, fixes her eyes and hides the puffiness of her cheeks with powder. She opens the door to see Jonathon still standing there, looking immaculate in his black tuxedo.  She smiles at him, as if nothing has just transpired between the two of them.

“Ready?”

“Kim, can we.” 

“No. Let’s go.” She stops him, pushing past him to walk to the closet. There is nothing more to say, she is no better than the damn paid woman Emerson is bringing tonight. The pain in her chest is immense, thinking about whether or not Emerson will fuck that girl as well.

Jonathon lets out an audible sigh, following behind the woman who has stolen his heart. He follows her out of her front porch, smiling as she halts at the sight before her. Sitting at the curb is a black stretch limousine, waiting to take them to the Gala.  He walks her to the vehicle and waits as the driver opens the door. 

“Good evening Mr. Phillips… Ms. Weston.” 

“Good evening, Carlos.” Jonathon replies as he nudges Kimberly forward with his hand at the small of her back. He notices her go rigid beneath him, but knows the damage is already done. If he were to tell her how he really felt, it would just be taken as a lie, a way to make her forgive him.  He wasn’t looking for that.  When he told her how he felt, he wanted her to know he meant it.  He slides into the back of the limo with her before Carlos shuts the door.  “I want to talk about it.”

“Well I don’t.” 

“Kimberly, I was teasing. I wasn’t thinking.  I don’t think of you in that way.  I truly care for you and I’m sorry I hurt your feelings.” 

“Jonathon, I asked you to not. Just drop it.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because, I have hurt you.  It wasn’t my intention.” 

“Well, it’s too late. I just want to forget it. Let’s get this over with.” She sighs, looking out the window. 

He reaches into the cooler in the bar in front of them, pulling two champagne flutes out of the space. What she said is tearing him in two. His chest feels as if it is being ripped apart. He wants to reach up and grab it, pull it back together but knows it’s just his pride. He hands her the glass of champagne before gulping his own down. Tonight is going to be one of those nights where he needs the courage of alcohol behind him.