Free Trifecta by Kim Carmichael Page B

wanted.  She could only pray she didn't replace butter pecan for rocky road. 

Chapter Seven
     
    "Come on, baby."  Russell licked his lips and held his breath. He knew she could perform. 
    The room was completely silent except for the moan from his beloved. 
    "You can do it."  He reached out and ran his hand down her side.  "You can."
    He waited.  Any second now she would succumb, she had no choice, he had done everything in his power.  "Please.  I love you."
    Right as the words left his mouth, she lit up and hummed her satisfaction.
    He inhaled, spun around in his chair and held his hand out.  "Pay up."
    "You are a total asshole."  Ken Donaldson shook his head and crumpled up a twenty-dollar bill, throwing it across Russell's desk.
    Russell raised his eyebrows and focused on his other naysayer.
    Tom Snyder glanced down at his lap.  Without looking up, he tossed Russell his wallet.  "He's the computer whisperer."
    "Yes, silicon chips bow to my every command."  He put his hands behind his head and rocked his chair back.  "Do the tally." 
    Ken leaned up and pulled a tattered red miniature spiral notebook out of his back pocket.   He flipped through the pages.  "Looks like our boss has quite a run going on."  He pulled his pen out of his shirt pocket, making his notation in the book.
    "Stop calling me your boss."  Russell fought a flinch every time they referred to his promotion.  The three of them conducted their daily challenge since the summer after college when they began working in the computer configuration department of Managed Solutions.  They all worked their way up, providing their customers complete turnkey computer systems.  Two months ago, he broke out of the pack with a promotion to Solution Architect.  Suddenly his friends were his employees.  Still, certain traditions needed to be kept, especially when it came to resurrecting technology from the 1990's or putting something together out of discarded parts.  Lauren got a kick out of what he would bring home.  He patted the putty colored machine as it purred.
    "What gives?"  Tom pushed his hair out of his eyes.  He stood and leaned over the desk to inspect the computer.  "For the last week you have been on a roll.  Are you getting laid or something?"
    He froze.  Was it that noticeable when a man had sex?  Of course, they didn't know the type of sex.  When Jason conjured his plan and promised Russell the best sex in his life, he wasn't kidding.  The three of them together was incredible, yet he wondered what Ken and Tom would do if they knew that for the last six nights he slept in bed with his two best friends.
    Yes, for the last week he went home, more like rushed home, and the three of them continued where they left off the night before.  Every morning they woke, usually in his room, but once in Lauren's, and once in Jason's, and smiled that smile that only lovers share.  Lovers?
    Thankfully, the rumble of his cell phone vibrating against his desk jolted him out of his thoughts.  As if on automatic, he picked up the square of glass and metal.
    What up?   Jason sent the text to both him and Lauren.
    No, Jason and him were not lovers.  The computer I just managed to fix. RS.   He tapped back and made sure to add his initials, a habit he started a long time ago.
    LOL.   Lauren came in next.  Profit for the doctor I just left.  Jase?
    "Chicks like a dude in a suit."  Ken came around to his side of the desk. 
    "Whatever."  Russell forced himself to speak.  Jason and him were not lovers.  They were just lovers with the same woman at the same time.  "At least I'm not wearing dirty khakis and a stained short sleeved white button down."  Jason always made sure he didn't dress like a computer geek.   No, Jason did not dress him and they were not lovers.  His phone buzzed again.
    I'll tell you what's up.   Jason piped in.
    Okay.  Jason was telling them both about his erection or erection potential, but the fact that