I cocked my head to the side, staring at him.
“I can have Brady take you home now, later, or first thing tomorrow morning.”
“Tomorrow morning? Awfully presumptuous of you, isn’t it?”
“You say presumptuous, I say hopeful.”
I looked between Brady and Callum, and my resolve weakened. I wanted to see where this was going, plus he left me horny as shit when he walked out on me in the dressing room and I’m fairly certain the things he’s done to me tonight have him equally as horny. I was going to get no sleep tonight or probably be able to walk tomorrow, but I had a feeling it’d be well worth it. “Your house is fine and he can take me home tomorrow morning.”
Brady nodded without speaking and turned out of the pickup lane.
The car ride was silent. More silent than I would have expected, given our earlier conversation. The look on his face caught me off guard. Gone was the sexual fire and in its place was trepidation.
I glanced at the NDA still on the floor and handed it to him, but thought I should actually read what I signed. I knew it was very irresponsible of me, but in the moment I didn’t care. I wasn’t thinking with my head, just my greedy little kumquat.
I read through the agreement and it read like a standard NDA with only a few words jumping out like the fact it mentioned a relationship with any or all the men. They were all covered under this one document? Is that what we had to talk about? Is that what was making him nervous? My head was spinning with thought after thought. While he hasn’t come out to say they were some kind of group, he’d been dropping hints whether or not he realized it. Getting permission… the fact they all seemed to live there…
I scooted over to sit beside him and ran my hand along his leg. He looked at me and the paper in my hand and smiled. “I’m glad you finally read it.”
“Yea, probably not the best decision I made.”
His brows furrowed.
I quickly added. “Signing without reading first.” His hand rested on my leg before he looked out of the window again. I could tell we were getting close to his house. Their house? Because the landscape was changing from buildings to trees. They were still in the city, just on the very edge of it. Having a house the size they did would be impossible to find in the city.
I leaned against him, soaking in whatever time I had left. I was not prepared for this shift in mood, and questions about what to expect the rest of the night were dancing around in my head, leaving my stomach in knots.
We pulled up to the house and Brady moved around to open the door, but Callum stopped him, offering to do it instead.
He grabbed my hand and guided me up the stairs.
“Are you ok?” I asked quietly.
He looked at me thoughtfully. “I’m… uncertain.”
“Uncertain?”
He sighed. “I can’t seem to control myself around you, and it’s putting me in a weird spot.”
“A weird spot?”
Before he could answer, he was opening the door, and a voice yelled out from another room. I recognized it immediately as Knox, with his bountiful energy. “How did it go? Did she say-” He slid into the room and stopped talking when he saw me.
“Oh. Hello there.” A smile stretched across his face as his tone changed to mock innocence. “How was your evening?” He asked, grabbing my hand and planting a kiss on the top of it.
He was so easy to smile at. “Good. Yours?”
“I’ve been waiting here on pins and needles to see what’d you say.”
“Say?”
His confused eyes darted to Callum, who held up his hand just as the other guys were walking into the room. “I haven’t talked to her yet.”
I was getting the impression there was a lot more going on here. A group play situation, perhaps. I’d read it in my smut books, but the fact I was actually living it, experiencing it. Possibly… probably… I didn’t know how I felt about it. Excited? Nervous? Curious?
The ladies in the book just seemed to know what to do and while I wouldn’t necessarily call myself sexually vanilla, I wasn’t experienced in group play or whatever you called it. It wasn’t an orgy, was it? Maybe I’d have to get my books and do some research if this was happening. Googling it was not an option, because I’d end up on some site, get horny, masturbate and forget to do actual research. Although isn’t that what happened when reading my books, too? The good ol’ one handed read. Should be a hashtag created. Maybe there already was. I needed to get back to the conversation with the boys and out of my head. I could be going down an unnecessary rabbit hole for no reason.
“Everlee?” Callum asked.
