Grant smirks.
Clay frowns.
Well, at least Grant seems on board to get me out of here.
“Can you give me a ride back?” I ask Grant. Hopeful that he wants me gone.
“Can you bring a date?” He asks.
“A date?” I repeat, genuinely confused and not expecting that question. “Who would I…” I trail off as I realize he means one of them as his smile widens. Clay? Him? What is happening?
I attempt to ignore his question, “Um, anyway, my dress is at my apartment, and her gift. So, you see, I need to get back.”
They exchange a look. Why do I feel like this isn’t going to turn out the way I want? I need my space. My ground, even if that is alone.
“Okay, but we’re going with you.” Clay. “I’ll reach out to Derrick and Matt to let them know. I’m sure they will be pleased to know you’re still under my protection.”
“But… you can’t… I don’t need protection.” I stutter like a fool. “You couldn’t possibly want to come with me.”
“No arguments, Jo. We will happily accompany you and make sure you're safe.”
“Who wouldn’t want to see you in a sexy dress. You’ve got nice curves to show off, and besides, Clay cleans up pretty fine too.”
Is Grant flirting with me? What the hell?
I roll my eyes, trying to give them the message I don’t care. There’s no point in fighting over it, and it will get me out of here. Safer ground. I don’t understand them, but I won’t push it.
10
Jolee
The hot water beats down on me. Heavenly. I survived another night, but it was more than that. It’s the best two nights of sleep I’ve had in forever. Maybe ever.
The shower now is a bonus, relaxing me further. My mind wanders to visions of them tangled up in the sheets together. My eyes continue to betray me. I feel like I’m intruding on their intimacy, but they don’t make me feel unwelcome.
Clay didn’t even complain when I built my blanket wall again last night. There’s a part of me that knows I don’t need it, but fear always wins. It’s a first, just sleeping with a man, no men, in the same bed as me.
My hands travel my body, wondering what it would feel like to have their hands on me. The scent of their soap floats into my nose, woodsy and clean.
My sex beings to hum.
I feel almost dizzy. I decide to give in and enjoy what I want to.
My soapy hand brushes my sex, and I moan. I don’t touch myself often; I can’t even remember the last time, but this feels good. I feel alive.
Are they taking advantage of me being busy right now? Are they getting each other off in their room, right outside of this door?
Another moan slips free as I add more pressure and circle fast around my clit. My sex clenches, wishing for something to grip.
How would their cocks feel? Would they even fit? It’s hard to miss their large bulges under thin sweatpants.
I shatter thinking about it. Coming harder than I remember ever doing. Not that I have many to compare to. Even so, that was years ago.
Stepping out of the shower, into the hot steam, and grabbing one of their towels. The scent of them further wraps around me. There’s no escaping them.
I finish getting ready, taking my time doing my hair and makeup for the wedding. That way, all I have to do is slip into my dress and grab Star’s gift. I’m incredibly happy for her. She never thought she’d find love, and now she’s in love with two men.
It still feels strange to think that Grant and Clay are coming with me to her wedding. I suppose Clay knows Matt and Derrick since he works for them. He was probably invited and didn’t say anything.