“Oh my god Andrew. I can’t. No more. Not right now,” I mumble, wiggling beneath him.
“Well lucky for you, I gotta get to work.” He plants one more kiss on my lips before lifting off me. “I promised Max I would get some stuff done at the bar. Although I would much rather stay here and hang out with you.”
I sit up and watch Andy get dressed. His body is incredible. He’s almost completely covered in intricate tattoos and just like Max, he’s unbelievably muscular. I think I could spend an hour inspecting his tattoos and still not fully appreciate the sheer amount of art that he has on his body.
“There will be time to ogle me later,” Andy teases. “You should get some rest.” He comes over and gives me a quick peck on the lips before picking me up and throwing me towards the head of the bed.
I nestle into the pillows and smile. “You gonna tuck me in?”
“Absolutely,” Andy says, throwing the blanket over me with a flourish. He takes his time pushing the blanket underneath me until I am completely cocooned in warmth and coziness.
My eyes start to droop as I watch Andy plug my phone in. He gives me a tender kiss on the forehead, and I am asleep before he’s even shut the lights off.
Chapter 23
Charlie
I don’t think I have ever felt this good and this sore at the same time in my entire life. After Andy tucked me in, I slept like the dead until about 8 PM when I woke up with a full bladder and a grumbling stomach. Max had sent me a text asking if I wanted to come for drinks with him and the guys that I completely missed and then sent another text a little while later that if I didn’t answer by tomorrow, he would come to check on me. I sent back a quick message letting him know that I had been fucked into a coma and didn’t think I could leave the house. He countered by telling me that him and Andy would pick me up tomorrow afternoon to come over for pizza and movies.
I got up, made myself something to eat and took a shower. I tried to go back to sleep after that, but I slept so good during the day that sleep is completely eluding me now. Which left me plenty of time to think about what happened between Max and I, and then subsequently Andy and me. Am I really the kind of girl that would sleep with more than one guy at a time?
Well … I guess I am because that already happened. And like, I know polyamory is a thing, but I guess I just never imagined myself in a situation like that. It just doesn’t happen to girls like me. Honestly, it was hard enough finding one guy to screw me and the thought of having two, insanely attractive men wanting me at the same time seems laughable.
And yet here I am. Recently fucked by two incredible guys who seem to think that I am the most gorgeous girl they have ever seen. They’re delusional, but who am I to argue? This is the kind of situation that women write novels about and it would be an insult to romance readers everywhere to not take full advantage.
The hours ticked by, slowly but surely. Eventually, it was time to get up and get ready for my … double date? What do I even call this. Either way, Andy sent me a text this morning telling me to wear something ‘comfortable, but accessible.’ I know what he was getting at but not really how to execute it, so I opt for a pair of leggings, and an oversized sweater overtop a bralette. I like this sweater because it hides most of my jiggly bits but after everything that has happened this weekend, I find myself looking in the mirror trying to see what the guys see.
I guess I get it. Sure, I’m a little heavier. But my body is proportionate to my size. And I have GREAT legs. All that walking I did down in Van (driving was a nightmare) gave me toned, beautiful muscles. I’m curvy at my hips and have long luscious hair.
Still wish I had bigger tits though ...
I hear a shuffling outside and look out the window. Max and Andy are heading up to the front door and for some reason Ben is here too. He stays by Max’s truck, and I watch him pull out a snow shovel. Seriously dude? It barely snowed. I am going to have to talk to him again about the driveway. He really doesn’t need to do it.
I bound down the stairs and open the front door to Max and Andy who didn’t even get the chance to knock. “Hi,” I breathe.
They both smile warmly at me. “Hi gorgeous, you ready to go?” Max pushes Andy to the side and steps into the entry way.
“Yep. Just gotta get my boots on. Please tell me we are getting pizza from Tony’s.”
“Of course we are!” Andy has pushed himself into the entryway now as well. “It’s the only place in town that has decent pizza.”
“Amen to that. Is Ben seriously shovelling the driveway?”
Max sighs and Andy chuckles. “He insisted on coming just so he could check and see how bad it was. Even though he didn’t bother doing our driveway this morning because there’s barely a centimetre of fresh snow. Like somehow your place was going tobe any different.”
Once my boots are on, we all head out the door and I lock it quickly before walking over to Ben in the driveway. “Good morning, Ben!”
“Mornin’.”
“You really don’t have to do that. It barely snowed.” He’s actually already almost done. Damn, he’s fast.
“I got this firefly, don’t you worry about it.”
Huh? Why would he call me firefly?
Ben finishes up while the rest of us pile into the truck. Max is driving, and Andy joins me in the back seat leaving the front seat for Ben. He throws the shovel into the back of the truck, and then we’re on our way to Tony’s.
“So do you know what movie you want to watch sweetheart?” Andy scooches himself into the middle seat, so he can put his arm around me.
