Marie Harte: Raising the Bar

“For you, sure. How many women turn to plastic men for fun? But guys actually do buy dolls for sex. Ech.”

She had her trusty vibrator at home, for all the good it was doing her lately. She just hadn’t been feeling sexual in a long time. Although, seeing Harper and his new boy toy had certainly given her some dreams to think about.

“So these decorations,” she said to change the subject. No point in lusting after gay men. “What were you thinking, and am I invited to this party or what?”

He pointedly glanced from the dishes in front of her to the sink.

She frowned. “Don’t think I’m washing up after I had to make my own breakfast.”

“But I paid…”

“Brian.”

“Fine,” he huffed and walked to the fireplace, staring at the mantel.

She frowned and walked over to him to see him better. “Have you been working out? You look huge.”

He pushed up the sleeve of his henley and flexed a few times. As she’d done as a child, she grabbed on to his bicep and hung, bending her knees so as not to touch the floor.

“You sure you’re not shrinking?” he teased.

They looked enough alike to be twins. Both blond and blue-eyed, but where Brian had inherited their father’s large stature, she’d taken after their mother’s petite frame.

“Funny. Ha ha.” She let go of him and they stared at the fireplace. “How many people are you talking about for this party of yours? Because you have plenty of space to work with.”

“I was thinking local clients and friends, but more friends than business. I mean, I’ll still write it off but have fun at the same time.”

“My brother, the scourge of the IRS.”

“It’s legitimate,” he defended.

“Whatever. So you think I should buy a bunch of blow-up dolls and butt plugs—”

“For my party?” He looked horrified.

“— and throw a shindig at the club , I was going to say before you interrupted.”

He made a face. “Don’t say butt plug around me. It makes me uncomfortable.”

“Yeah, they don’t feel right, do they?”

“TMI. Seriously.”

She laughed and smacked him on the arm. “I’m just kidding. You’re such a prude. You know, you should come to the club. Expand your horizons.”

“Why don’t you?”

“I work there. I don’t mix business and pleasure. Ever.”

“Smart girl.” He tousled her hair. “Okay, squirt.” She hated that nickname. “So I’m thinking a big tree, tinsel, some lights…”

“No. Big tree, yes. No tinsel. White lights, garland. The works. I have a plan in mind.” She poked him the chest. “But don’t cheap out.”

“Shut up. Just because I refused to let you spend an extra twenty grand on fancy faucets for the club, you throw cheap in my face once a month.”

“But they were the cool curvy ones.” And she still wanted them.

He blew out a breath. “Focus, squirt. My party? I want to have it in three weeks. Well?”

They spent the weekend shopping and decorating, and Freddy had a blast. She genuinely loved her brother, and they were close enough in age and temperament to like spending time with one another. Sunday night came to a close as they stood in his driveway talking about his food budget.

“Shrimp? But if they get too warm, ew.” He wrinkled his nose.

“Don’t be silly. Have a few chilled bowls and the shrimp will be fine. Geez. I—” She watched as a silver car paused in front of his driveway.

The window rolled down, and she stared in surprise at Harper’s friend, Dylan.

“Hey man, what’s going on?” Brian moved to talk to him and his passenger. After some talk about Charleston and some B&B Brian had once stayed in, he pointed to her. “Oh, sorry. This is my sister, Freddy. Freddy, I was telling you about Sydney and her boyfriend.”

She approached, still startled to see Dylan sitting in the driver’s seat. She’d studied him and Harper together and knew she hadn’t been mistaken about their connection. Maybe they had a kink for threesomes?

“I’m Derrick.” He stuck out his hand, pretending he didn’t know her. The jerk. Some of the club members had secret lives apart from their families. She had no room to judge, but she’d thought better of Dylan, being a friend of Harper’s. She was disappointed to see him so like the many men living in the closet. “Nice to meet you,” he added with a smile.

She nodded. “You too” came out cooler than she’d liked, but she couldn’t help it. Then the thought hit. Did Harper know his new boyfriend had a girlfriend? For that matter, had Harper and Dylan hooked up? Maybe theirs was a new relationship, not yet consummated. Perhaps they hadn’t acted on their attraction and had no hold on each other. Not her business. Yet she couldn’t help wondering if she should say something to Harper when she saw him next.

After a few more words with Brian, they waved and drove a few houses down the street, then pulled into the driveway.

She stuck her hands in her pockets and said to her brother, “So that’s Derrick and Sydney, huh? They close?”

“Inseparable. You should have seen how jealous he was when he thought Sydney and I had a thing.”

“So no kinky stuff for you three at the club,” she said, half teasing. “Just neighbors and nothing more.”

“Hell no. He’d kill anyone even thinking of touching her. And, well, I’m not in to guys, but if I were, I doubt Sydney would share. She doesn’t seem the type.” He glanced at Freddy and grimaced. “I try hard not to think about other people’s sex lives. Can we talk about something else?”

She inwardly fumed. Dylan was a skunk. She’d mention this to Harper when she saw him again. And if Harper knew and didn’t care about fidelity either, she’d mentally cross him off her fantasy list too. She might be unconventional, but Freddy had some standards.

Dylan had parted from Harper not knowing how to feel. They hadn’t committed to seeing each other again, but they’d spent the entire weekend together. Having sex, laughing, taking pleasure in one another’s company.

He hadn’t thought it possible, but he’d genuinely enjoyed Harper so much that he’d successfully ignored the situation with his mother and James.

Monday morning came and went as it always did. He concentrated on work and decided not to answer any of Derrick’s calls, letting his brother stew about the Friday meeting Dylan had been late to.

The days passed, during which Dylan couldn’t stop thinking about Harper and that club. He was more than curious about Freddy too. He thought he’d seen a spark between her and Harper and wanted to know if they had a history. Thoughts of Harper also prevented him from dwelling too much on his mother and James, both of whom kept surprisingly distant.

By Thursday evening, he’d ignored the family long enough that they’d finally come to him.

He let himself in to his condo, turned on the lights, and saw Derrick sitting on his couch looking annoyed. Well, tough shit.

It surprised him that it had taken a whole four days for someone to pay him a visit. Dylan understood Gage and Derrick being occupied by work and their girlfriends. But at least his mother should have checked in. Then again, she had James now, he thought with a sneer.

As soon as he thought it, he chastised himself for having the emotional maturity of a ten-year-old.

Dylan felt a deep sense of embarrassment that he still couldn’t seem to accept his mother having a steady man in her life. Hell, he’d known James for years. The guy was smart, decent and had always admired Dr. Barbara Warren. She could do much worse. Dylan loved her and should have been happy for her, but her coupling only pointed out how alone he truly was. God, was he really that selfish?