“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s my good girl.”
Fucking hell.With no underwear, there was no doubt a wet spot growing in the crotch of my borrowed sweats. Thank fuck they were black; hopefully that would hide the evidence of how turned on I was at the thought of them together and hearing Langston’s small praise.
The bedroom door slammed shut, making me jump. I stared at the solid wood, hand itching to slide beneath the blanket and slip between my thighs as images of them together came to life. Then the sounds started. West’s groaned curses, thesound of masculine grunts followed by the slapping of skin, and Langston’s barked commands for West to take all of him had me shivering with overwhelming desire.
A small orgasm raced through me when they both shouted their climax, something either slamming against the wall or falling on the floor startling me. Breaths coming in quick pants, I watched the door, wishing like hell I was in there too.
Soon.
After the boyscleaned up and came out of Langston’s room, both relaxed and smiling, I let them convince me to stay for another movie, not ready to go home alone. It was nice to be so comfortable around them that I could let my walls down and be me for a little while. Especially after the emotionally stressful night at Dave’s. It was almost as if by simply being in the same room with them, I was absorbing their strength.
By the time the credits started rolling, my lids were so heavy that each blink was more of a few seconds nap than anything. Blissfully peaceful in that magical space where you’re partly asleep and awake, the couch cushions shifted, jostling me. Knowing it was time for me to head home, I pressed both hands to the smooth leather and pushed to sit up. Jaw wide with an open-mouthed yawn, I stretched both arms overhead, hoping that would wake me up enough to walk from their place to mine.
“That,” I said with a sleepy smile, “was a great night, but my bed is calling my name.” I emphasized my point with another wide yawn. “Which one of you is walking me home, because I know you won’t let me….” Even with my sleepy brain, I caught the strange look the two men exchanged. “What am I missing?”
“We discussed it, and neither of us will walk you home,” West said cautiously, flicking a worried glance at Langston as he ran a hand over his short hair.
The sting of rejection made me flinch. It was probably because of earlier; I wasn’t what they’d expected, and they were seeing what I’d meant by being broken. Why else would they suddenly not care about my safety?
“Oh, well, um, that’s….” I shook my head, trying to get my brain to work. “Totally fine. I get it, and I tried to tell you two that I wasn’t good at that stuff. I guess you believe me now.”
Feeling completely used and really, really sad, I pushed off the couch, biting my lower lip to keep my chin from quivering while fighting off the stinging tears threatening to fall. Nose hot from the unshed tears, I whirled around with an accusing finger aimed at both of them. “I cannot believe I trusted all the bullshit tonight. Everything you said, how you defended me with Eric, I really believed—” Cutting myself off, I wiped at a stray tear with the back of my head. “Screw you both and your cat too.” I paused. “Actually, I take that back. I like your cat better than you two right now.”
The long sweats tripped me, catching beneath my feet as I stomped to the front door, very ready for a quick exit so I could die from the hurt and embarrassment in my bed. With a bottle of wine and a tub of ice cream.
Too focused on escaping, I didn’t notice anyone coming after me until a thick, tattooed arm wrapped around my waist, yanking me back against a hard chest.
“You’re killing me, shortcake,” Langston rasped in my ear. “Do you really think so little of us that at the first misunderstanding, you think we’re anything like that dipshit ex of yours?”
I swallowed down the unshed tears. “It’s all I know, Langston, and West said?—”
“That we aren’t walking you home because you’re not going. I want you here, with us, and so does he. Next to us, in our bed, not alone in yours.”
I blinked at the dark-stained door as if it held the answers to my confusion. “So, you aren’t disappointed in me from earlier or for being lame and wanting a chill night in?—”
“Tonight was the best night I’ve had in what feels like a lifetime, Juno, because you were here with us. You didn’t make the night anything but perfect.”
Warm tears broke free and trickled down my face. “I’m sorry I thought….”
He gently spun me around and tipped my face up to his. “I’m sorry that we didn’t think our phrasing through. We were worried you’d push back; that was the hesitation you heard in West. Neither of us wants you to go.”
“Why?”
“The main reason is that a part of me is afraid you’ll go back to your place and never come back. And two, I haven’t gone into detail about what happened tonight, but I need you here where it’s safe.”
The finality in his tone had me backing up a step. “And if I say no?” Which I had no intention of doing, because I’d accepted that this between us was real, or at least genuine enough that I should give them a chance. If they wanted me to be their girl, undesirable pieces and all, then why not let them?
The sharp smile that curved at his lips was my only warning that I would pay for my words. A surprised shriek escaped, bouncing off the cabin walls as I was hauled into the air and tossed over his broad shoulder.
“This is becoming a habit, shortcake.” His chuckle was deep and full of mirth. “Can’t say I hate it either.”
My hair swung from side to side with each long stride. Curling my hands into fists, I punched his firm ass, hurtingmyself more than him no doubt, pretending to hate it while biting back my growing smile. One large, calloused palm wrapped around mine, stopping me.
“Careful or you’ll hurt yourself, and we can’t have an injured hostage. That would look bad.”
