“I don’t think I can move,” I reply, stretching my body and feeling the heaviness of my limbs.
“That’s what we're here for,” Ian says, kissing my temple. “I’ll start the water," he adds, rising to his feet and heading into the ensuite bathroom.
Mitch kisses my cheek and climbs off the bed, walking over to his dresser and digging through the drawers. I watch him move with such a pep in his step that it warms my heart to be part of why he’s happy. I don’t have a lot of things in my life to be proud of, but Mitch is one of them. He walks back over to me, a stack of clothes in his hands, and winks.
He sets the clothes on the bed, cradles me in his strong arms, and carries me to the bathroom.
Mitch sets me down on the floor, and with shaky legs, I walk into the shower, where Ian holds his hand out for mine. “Wefucked you up, huh,” Ian laughs and holds me around the middle as I step into the shower with him.
“Thank you,” Mitch says, following us into the shower and kissing my neck.
“I’m the one that came three times. I should be thanking you,” I correct.
“Well, I came in both of my favorite people tonight, and you fucked my best friend with me. I will be thanking you forever.”
“I’m sure I can think of some way for you to thank me,” I smile.
“You’re a fucking deviant. Ian has no idea what he’s gotten himself into," Mitch says with a wink to Ian.
“I’m not sure I even know what I got myself into,” I laugh as the hot water cascades down my body.
“Get our girl nice and clean. I'll go change the sheets and kick everyone else out of my fucking house.”
Mitch kisses both of us on the forehead and heads out of the bathroom.
“Hey sunshine,” Ian says teasingly.
“Shut up,” I smile.
“I’ll never get used to seeing you smile for me. You’re so fucking beautiful. Still scary, but also beautiful.”
He grabs the washcloth hanging on the rod, adds a pump of soap, and starts rubbing it over my back, then works his way around to my chest.
I take a few deep breaths, trying to summon the courage to discuss the status of our arrangement. Of course, I chicken out, but Ian can sense the weight on my mind.
“Spit it out,” he says.
“What makes you think I have something to spit?”
“We just fucked; we all have something to spit.” He jokes, but the smile is gone.
“When you said I was the missing piece, what did you mean?” I ask as he rubs the washcloth over my breasts and stomach.
“Well, I meant that I’ve had a lot of feelings whirling around inside me for so long, but none of them really mattered until I met you,” Ian confesses.
He rubs the rag over my stomach and lifts my leg to gently wash away the evidence of our evening from between my legs.
“I’ve had the biggest crush on Mitch since, like, Junior year. We’d already been friends for a while at that point, but I was too afraid to say anything. One day he got rejected by this girl he was really into, and he was so fucking heartbroken. It was pathetic,” he laughs a little as he pulls the shower head down to rinse me off. “I hated seeing him like that, though. All I could think about was wanting to grab him and kiss his stupid face."
“Did you?” I ask.
“Fuck no. I was closeted and terrified,” Ian says with a smile, but I can see a hint of pain in his eyes. “All I wanted to do was make him happy, and I would have sucked his dick to make that happen, but I was too scared...until you came along.”
“How did I have anything to do with you guys hooking up?”
“You dared to walk into the book shop where I then developed a big ass crush on you too. I didn’t want to go through that again, so I was going to ask Mitch for advice on asking you out, but he told me he was fucking you before I could say anything.”
“Oh shit.”
