The Space Between Us by Megan Hart

actually, how eager he was to get inside me. How his hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, sometimes, those faint blue marks on my skin a better reminder to me of what we’d been doing than any suck mark on my neck or collarbone could’ve been.
    Chance fucked into me from behind. I sucked Chase’s dick and rubbed his balls. It was all good and getting better. Faster, harder, in and out, my pussy slick and tight. Full.
    I came before both of them. I think they never understood how easy it was for me; how it wasn’t their skill that got me off. Chance came next, and that was also usually the way it happened. With his brother still inside me, I peered up at Chase. He was looking down. I pressed my finger against his asshole and he exploded into my mouth with a hoarse shout that made me smile because it sounded…just a little…like my name.
    “If you had to pick one,” Chance said after I’d used the tiny bathroom and come out with my face washed, mouth rinsed, hair brushed, panties replaced, “which one of us would you choose?”
    Chase had already gone upstairs. Chance was the one who would wait and walk me to my car, the beat-up piece of junk that I still drove now, nine years later. Chance was the one who put his hand on the driver’s side door so I couldn’t open it, who peered down at me with a solemn look. Chance was the one who really wanted to know.
    “I can’t choose,” I told him, even though I knew it was a lie. “I’m into both of you.”
    “Yeah, but…”
    I stood on my tiptoes to kiss him, thinking, as he probably wasn’t, that his brother’s taste still lingered on my tongue despite the rinsing. “Not into the boyfriend scene, okay? It’s all cool. Right?”
    He nodded. What else could he do? He was getting regular, slightly freaky sex. Was he going to turn that down just so we could hold hands and go to football games together? Maybe homecoming, and later, the prom?
    “Not my thing,” I told him, and meant it.
    He didn’t move his hand even when I gave it a pointed glance. “Why not?”
    I didn’t have an answer for that. I couldn’t explain to that nice boy whose mother was still way too attached to him all my reasons for not wanting what every other girl I knew seemed to want. So I didn’t give him an answer. I kissed him again, and when I pulled away he put his hands on my hips to hold me closer to him.
    Later, I would break that boy’s heart and not care, because my own would have already been shattered. But we didn’t know that then. At that moment, we were sneaking kisses in the turning-cold fall air.
    I thought about them now as I pulled into the parking lot of Capriotti’s Auto Sales and found a space for my car. I got out, still thinking about it. I was looking for Cap, but found Vic instead.
    “Hey. What’re you still doing here? Where’s Cap?”
    Vic looked tired again. The garage closed at seven, but the car lot stayed open until nine. I didn’t see Dennis, the sales guy who usually had the later shift.
    Vic shrugged and yawned. “Had to send him out on a run for some parts that didn’t come in on time.”
    “And Dennis?”
    “Went home sick. Upchucked all over the men’s room.”
    I grimaced. “Yuck.”
    Vic smiled. “Yeah, well, that’s what happens when you eat someone else’s lunch and don’t bother to check how long it’s been in the fridge. Maybe next time he’ll learn.”
    “Still, gross.” I tossed him my keys. “It’s the clunking again, left front end.”
    Vic nodded and pocketed my keys. “Can’t do anything about it until tomorrow. You got a ride to work?”
    “Cap said I could use his car. He’ll get a ride from Lyndsay or walk.”
    “Cap’s letting you use his car?”
    I laughed wickedly. “Bwahaha! Of course he is. He loves me.”
    Vic snorted. “He’s easily manipulated.”
    “Is that what you think of me?” I said with a frown. The words came out sounding catty. Snide, even. “Nice.”
    Vic gave me a surprised