Forty-four year old Julie Weston has loved Timmy and James since her college days twenty something years ago. She's fantasized about both all these long years, never able to choose between them.
Hoping Tim and James will attend, she attends their college marching band reunion. When both men show up her dreams are answered. They're sexier than she imagined and she hopes they won't be disappointed by her older self.
It turns out both men came just to see her again and neither is happy about the other’s presence. They fight over her, confusing her more than ever. It takes a hot ménage…or two…for her heart to decide which one she’s in love with.
Oh God. She couldn’t make up her mind, just as she’d feared. They were both fulfilling her dreams and almost her fantasies. Why couldn’t she be like Connie and love just one man?
“I’m single. And confused,” she admitted unhappily, hoping and praying her answer wouldn’t drive either man away before her heart could decide who it wanted. She held her breath, waiting for James to drop her on her ass and leave in disgust.
But he stayed. His eyes darkened. His fingers bit into her arms, but he didn’t walk away. Instead, he kissed her again, rubbing his groin against her. When he finally released her, he promised, “Game on.”
Tim stomped over and shoved James away. “What the hell was that?”
James pushed him back. “What in the hell does it look like?”
“Keep your hands off her.”
“I don’t see a ring on her finger, and she started it.”
Tim wrinkled his brow, captured her hand and yanked her to him. “She’s had too much to drink.”
Again she help up one finger and repeated, “I just had one.” She thought it best not to mention the Benadryl.
With sad eyes, Tim asked, “Who do you want? Me or him?”
Fighting back sudden, scalding tears, she freed herself, stepped back and regarded both men. “I don’t know.”
Tim’s expression grew incredulous as if she’d struck him. He echoed, “You don’t know? Since when do you like him?”
“Maybe since you dumped her,” James said with a sneer. He puffed up and faced off with Tim. “If you don’t like it, back out. I’m going to fight for her—like I should have before.”
Tim’s eyes grew large as saucers. “I had no idea. You were with Theresa…”
“Theresa dropped me like a hot cake. And you disappeared.”
“And I heard she was going out with Gus, not you.” Tim looked around as though to make sure Gus wasn’t about to pop out of nowhere.
She heaved a sigh. “Gus was my friend. He fell for me, not vice versa. I feel bad if I led him on. It wasn’t intentional.”
“Like me? You never realized I liked you as more than a friend,” Phil interjected as he danced nearby with Anita.
She blanched and wanted to evaporate.
James winked. “It seems you were quite the siren, leaving all of us shipwrecked in your wake.”
Stunned, she clasped her hand to her throat. “I swear, I had no clue. I’m so sorry.”
“Yet you’re still leaving us in your wake, honey.” Tim glared at all of them and fisted his hands on his hips.
Honey? She didn’t like the sound of that.
Ashley Ladd is a disabled Air Force vet that is hard of hearing but still loves language, especially the written word. She loves a sexy man, especially one with a military background and they’ll often pop up in her stories. She also loves cats and has been known to empower a cat with the gift of speech. Unfortunately he wouldn’t shut up. ☺ She loves to plug into Pandora and sip Diet Coke while writing, usually with a cat or kid at her side.
By Ashley Ladd
Love is beautiful. Love is kind. Love is full of heart-bursting joy.
It’s the stuff of dreams. Ballads have been written about it for eons. Stories romanticize it for swooning women.
Unfortunately, however, love can also be full of heartache and pain. Just ask anyone who’s been jilted at the alter or who’s gone through a divorce.
It sucks when someone you love from afar loves someone else and it’s way worse when your partner falls out of love with you and into love with another. Or perhaps your partner falls in love with someone else while still being in love with you. Maybe you’re the one who falls in love with two people simultaneously.
I never thought the latter would happen to me. And then I fell in love. At least I thought I did. I got engaged and then my new fiancé dropped a bomb. He introduced me to his boyfriend and he wanted me to accept the love triangle.
Confused and upset, I couldn’t accept it or the gay relationship so I ran away, far and fast.
A couple of years later after I joined the Air Force I fell in love again. Only this time, the feeling was a hundred million times magnified. And guess what? He turned out to be married. Married! Of course he didn’t tell me he had a wife until after I was deeply, irrevocably in love with him. Then he said he was separated on the way to divorce. Maybe he was, but it didn’t last. He returned to his wife and once again I was on the wrong side of the love triangle.
Love triangles SUCK!
Despite this, over the years I’ve harbored feelings for more than one person simultaneously much as I wish I didn’t. It’s confusing and painful being on this side of the triangle too. I haven’t acted on these feelings, but I often wonder what if I did, what if I could?
And so my short story ‘Her Men’ was born.
Julie, the heroine, has dreamed about her ex-boyfriend and ex-best friend for the past twenty years. Now that they’re all single again and attending a reunion, the possibilities are mind boggling. At least she hopes she’s not the only one who wants to hook up. She doesn’t expect her dreams to come true, but they do, and she doesn’t quite know how to handle the outcome in real life.
Below is a interview with the author:
Is it still illegal to park next to a fire hydrant, even if your car is on fire?
Maybe, but who cares? Although, how am I going to get the fire hydrant cap off? Don’t you have to have special equipment to uncap it?
Why are there no 'B' batteries?
I have no clue.
If ghosts can walk through walls and glide down stairs, why don't they fall through the floor?
Because the float, of course.
Why does quicksand work slowly?
Someone sure misnamed that stuff.
What is another word for "thesaurus"?
Ummmmm. You’re confusing me.
Can you "stare off into space" when you're in space?
Where else would you be staring if you’re in space?
When your photo is taken for your driver's license, why do they tell you to smile? If you are stopped by the police and asked for your license, are you going to be smiling?
If depends? Is the policeman hot?
Why people are so scared of mice, which are much smaller than us, when no one seems to be scared of Mickey Mouse, who is bigger than us?
My daughter-in-law isn’t scared of mice and rats. She had a pet rat named “Princess”. And Mickey is pretty dopey, not beady, shifty eyed like those little suckers that run under our feet.
If vampires can't see their reflections, why is their hair always so neat?
They visit beauty salons and barbers? Or comb each other’s hair?
A penguin walks through that door right now wearing a sombrero. What does he say and why is he here?
Hola, Senorita. I took a wrong turn at South Africa. How do I get home?
If a mime is arrested, do they tell him he has a right to talk?
Of course! But he probably mimes and gets stuck in jail.