She was right that we needed to clear the air and make sure we’re all on the same page. It wasn’t a confrontation or anything like that, and she wasn’t upset. It was four adults having a rational conversation, and I was grateful that was how it played out. Not that any of us are irrational, but James has big feelings and Grayson likes to get his way. I do as well, if I’m being honest. I do love to hammer home a point with logic and facts. It’s why I became a lawyer.
The conclusion we all mutually drew is that no solo sex rule means just that—no solo sex. There are no loopholes or workarounds or walking the line.
Obviously, James and I are different. We’re married, we can have all the sex we want. But none of us guys can fuck Caroline alone.
I’m a little surprised that we were even having that conversation.
I had been certain that when she and Grayson jetted off to New York and played happy little family and spent the night in a hotel together, Grayson would have tossed our impromptu rules out the window, fucked her, and they would have recognized what I can see brewing between them.
They’re falling in love with each other.
Grayson admitted it without even realizing he had at the beach picnic.
Hell, maybe that’s exactly why he agreed to not fuck her alone. If he does, he’ll drown in his growing feelings and we all know she’s leaving in just a few weeks.
Caroline hasn’t said a word about her feelings for any of us, not even last night when she was discussing our foursome. For someone with a big heart, who seems to be an open book, she doesn’t indicate she wants anything more than casual from us.
Which I should take at face value. Caroline is an honest woman.
That leaves me with one conclusion—she hasn’t admitted to herself yet that she is falling for both Grayson and James.
It’s been obvious to me since the beginning that she isn’t just attracted to Grayson physically. It started out flirty and I think she felt compassion for him, having had fatherhood dropped on him so unexpectedly. He’s risen to the occasion, and she respects that and cares for him and they’ve bonded over Evelyn. Her eyes go soft when she looks at Grayson. Her smiles are different, deeper. Like when she looks at James.
Me? Not so much.
We have seen each other naked. I’ve been inside of her. I’ve done dirty, intimate things to her, and she has to me, but I wouldn’t say that weknoweach other.
This is the first time we’ve even been alone together.
And this only came about because she doesn’t have a car and needs to go to Charleston for a banking appointment.
I intend to take advantage of it, though, to get to know her a little better.
“I won’t be able to see you, but I’ll be able to feel your thighs squeezing mine and your tits draped all over my back and that has its own particular charms.” No sex is one thing, but there are no rules against innuendoes.
“How do you know I’ll be clinging to your back?” she asks as I climb on my bike.
“Because I like to go fast.”
“This is the sole reason you moved to the States, isn’t it?” She gestures to me on the bike. “You can’t look this sexy on a moped.”
That makes me laugh. “Maybe not the sole reason but definitely in the top five.”
She climbs on behind me and lightly wraps her arms around my waist. “You’ll have to give me the full list when we get there.”
It’s an easy ride to Charleston. The tourist traffic is winding down for the season and the weather is perfect. Slightly overcast, dry, little to no wind, and temperature in the low seventies. I don’t usually ride my bike to work because the weather is unpredictable. I can’t arrive at the office soaking wet or rumpled to hell and back, so this is a treat.
I also never have someone riding with me and I’m keenly aware of Caroline tucked up behind me, her legs clamped against mine, her pussy bumping my ass. She is holding onto me, but she’s not leaning against my back, probably just to prove a point. She can be a little stubborn. It’s something she and Grayson have in common.
My motorcycle gives me a sense of freedom. It’s why I love it. I have a logical mind, but I also tend to overthink. I can go in circles in my own brain and being out on the road with the roar of the engine drowns out my thoughts. The gym does the same for me. Pushing myself physically grounds me in the here and now instead of the cerebral.
I don’t sense that Caroline is that way at all. She lives in the moment. Not that she doesn’t have plans, because she clearly does, but that she appreciates where she is right now. Not looking back, not looking forward, just being. I like that about her.
It’s how James is as well, and I can see that is part of why they were drawn to each other as teens. They’re both outgoing and fun loving and confident without being remotely arrogant.
“That was incredible,” Caroline exclaims when we park in front of the bank and she pulls her helmet off. “Cas, I can see why you love riding. It feels so powerful.”
“Unlike a moped.” I take the helmet from her and smile.
