I quickly shook my head. This wasn’t going any further. Three was already plenty. Besides, I had a special connection with Jace, Brock, and Cam. Each of them were unique in their own way. I didn’t have that with any other students.
Now I just had to juggle the three of them.
Jace and Brock came over that night. I kissed both of them at the door, then opened a bottle of white wine that had been chilling in the fridge.
“Sorry again for freaking you guys out last night,” I said. “I promise to make it up to you.”
“So… what actually happened?” Brock asked as we settled onto the couch. “Did you take an Uber home?”
It was tempting to lie, but only for a fraction of a second. I wasn’t that kind of woman, and I didn’t have the kind of relationship with these two that required lying. With everything going on between us, the secret smiles and sneaking around after class, being truthful was more important than ever.
“I didn’t take an Uber home,” I said.
Jace nodded. “After checking your office, I came here. You weren’t home. Or if you were, you were sleeping so soundly that you didn’t hear me banging on the door.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You waited to see if I would lie?”
He smiled politely. “I didn’t think you would lie. But I was really worried last night. What happened, Lila?”
I took a sip of wine, and then told them everything. All the interactions I’d had with Cam this semester, and the hints he’d dropped about Joshua Davenport. Then how I left the bar last night, needed to take a walk to fully sober up…
“Wait, we’re talking about Cam?” Brock asked. “Camden? Nerdy looking guy who’s always on his laptop?”
“He said you guys have been getting lunch together sometimes,” I said.
Brock laughed. “I didn’t know he had it in him. Good for him.”
“You’re not mad?”
“I’m mad you disappeared last night and made us worry about you for a few hours. But not about sleeping with another student. He’s a good looking guy, in an awkward kind of way.” He gestured with his wine glass. “And I love what he did to Davenport. That guy’s gotten away with his shit for too long. And yes, I know that’s not the most criminology-minded response, but I really don’t care. He’s a predator, and now everyone knows it.”
I smiled, then turned to Jace. “You’ve been strangely quiet this whole time.”
“Camden?” he asked, frowning.
My stomach sank. “You disapprove?”
“No, I’m just pissed off that he’s the one who hacked my Tinder account!” Jace replied. “He’s been eating lunch with us all this time without saying a word about it. Son of a bitch.”
“You had it coming,” I pointed out. “Give him a free pass? For me?”
“I will take that under advisement,” he said. “And I’m going to take out all my pent-up energy onyou.” A lusty smile touched his lips.
“But first I need to show you how sorry I am for worrying you both last night…”
We started out on the couch with me alternating blowjobs between Jace and Brock. It was so empowering to be with two men who weren’t jealous about everything I did, and instead turned their focus on all the ways they wanted to have sex with me.
A focus which ended up taking several hours of our time that night, until the three of us were too exhausted to move.
Brock had to leave early the next morning to work at the bar; apparently they did inventory on Sundays every few months. Jace and I slept in longer, cuddling long after the sun had come up. Eventually our spooning turned into grinding, and he tugged my panties down and drove his cock into me from behind. It was slow, lazy, Sunday morning sex, completely different than what we’d done last night but hot and fulfilling in its own way.
Jace picked up brunch from a take-out place down the street, and then we both got to work. I had a bunch of papers to grade, and Jace had his own to write. I parked my laptop at the kitchen table, while he stretched out on the couch a few feet away.
“Oh shit,” he said. “Did you see Davenport was suspended?”
“From the basketball team, or from school?” I asked.
“Both. Placed on academic probation until further notice. And it looks like the police are involved.”
