Barred by Paisley Walker

would want would be the neighbors hearing the show going on in the hot tub. Kimberly starts to pick up speed as Jonathon rocks against her, water splattering on the concrete, mixing with the puddles of rain water. 
    They both continue to grind against the other as they both work for the release building inside them. Jonathon reaches between the two of them and flicks Kimberly’s engorged clit, sending her over the brink, with him crashing down with her—both screaming their release into the night air. She smiles at him, trying to catch her breath.
    “Best dessert ever,” she mumbles with him laughing into her chest. 
    “Agreed.” He mutters, wrapping his arms around her, holding her for a bit. 
     

 

    A week later, Kimberly is spending the day with Emerson as Jonathon gets ready for another flight to New York.  This case seems to be wearing him down by the day and Kimberly can’t seem but to worry about him.
    “What’s on your mind Kimberly?” 
    “Doesn’t he ever take a break from the traveling?”
    “I offer, but he likes to handle the cases he starts and most of the ones he does, require him to travel,” Emerson says, grabbing her hand.
    “I’m sorry to worry about him when I am supposed to be focused on you,” she says quietly, almost as if she’s embarrassed. 
    Emerson grabs her hand, pulling her to a stop in the middle of the crowded shopping area. “Kimberly, do not ever apologize for caring for either of us,” he guides her hand up to his lips, kissing her fingers softly.  “It’s nice to be cared for, neither of us have had that for a while now.”
    She lets out a soft sigh, watching Emerson show compassion.  It makes her question everything she thought she knew though.  Could there be a chance that the two of them were falling for her just like she was falling for them?  Would they be okay with being in love with the same woman, and what would happen when she wanted to commit?  Perhaps get married?  Her head was spinning from the thoughts overtaking her that she didn’t realize Emerson was talking until he started chuckling.  “What? I’m sorry.” 
    “I was just going to see if you wanted to get some food before we went to get massages.” 
    “Massages? You’re pampering me an awful lot today Mr. Stanley,” she says with a smile.
    “Well, I wouldn’t want my best friend’s girlfriend to be anything but pampered.” 
    “Touché,” she replies, noticing that they aren’t exactly alone in the world.  She would give anything to walk with him hand in hand like they did in Orlando, but here in their hometown of Baton Rouge, it was impossible.  People thought she belonged to Jonathon, so with that, Emerson had to hide in the shadows.  She hated that— both men had equal parts of her and she wanted to be able to show that.  “I hate this,” she mutters.
    “What?”
    “Shit, did I say that out loud?”
    “Mmmhmm,” he responds, walking toward the little café on the street corner.
    “I hate having to hide one relationship because of what the public will think.”
    “I know exactly what you mean, but as much as I want to flaunt the beautiful woman walking beside me as my own, we all have an appearance to uphold.” 
    “I know you’re right, but it isn’t fair to you.”
    “I’ll manage,” he says with a sad smile that doesn’t quite reach his gorgeous green eyes. Kimberly looks him over as he talks. She’s used to seeing him in his suits and tie, but damn, can the man pull off casual.  He is wearing a white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up just below his elbows with a pair of jeans that looks as if they are tailored to him. 
    “So, tell me a little bit about you,” she says as they enter the café to eat. 
    “Well, I grew up in a town about two hours from here.  It’s past Lafayette, and I lived on a farm with my grandparents. My parents weren’t really the parental type—more into their own vices than their