RJ reaches forward, pausing the movie on a still highlighting a shotgun. Then, as if it was coordinated, they all get up, Walker handing me to RJ before shoving himself to his feet, Jansen hopping over the back of the couch and holding open the door for us.
We’re in my room faster than I can think of a reason for us not to skip the movie, and when I do, I don’t say it. Because this is what I want.
More than anything right now.
I need to feel close. Loved. Cherished. Safe.
And these guys, they do that for me.
Chapter 11
RJ
Lying Clara down on the bed feels like the beginning of a ritual. The three of us gather around her, on our knees, and the worship begins.
Pressing a long, lingering kiss to her lips, it’s like drinking water, breathing air, essential in a way I never thought being with someone could be. She almost died.
Trips almost killed her.
The flash of rage gets covered by Jansen tugging her shirt over her head, giving me a moment to bank the fire while her head is covered, and another moment when Jansen steals her lips as well.
Once a thief, always a thief.
Walker, meanwhile, surveys us, his eyes hooded, and with the glint in his eye, I know this won’t be quick. There’s no way. Too much needs to be shown, too many fears need to be assuaged.
She’s safe. She’s okay. She’s ours.
This morning, she said she loved me. Or at least, she hinted at it. But I froze up. All of this is unfamiliar to me. But I feel it too. It’s been building since that first summer run, growing with every hour we spend together, every brilliant moment her brain surprises me, every easy touch and simple acceptance.
Words have never been my strength. Actions have been. So, I’ll show her how I feel, keep her safe. I’ll be her protector.
Her other one obviously failed.
A little whimper from her has me back in the moment, Walker finally joining the fun, his lips wrapped around one nipple while Jansen nips and licks at the side of her neck. And she looks alive in a way that’s been missing for a while now. Present, fed, rested. Loved.
Walker pulls back, letting Jansen take over while he tugs me to the side.
“Are you in?”
“Yeah.”
“All the way?”
Yet another thing that I never expected—sharing details of my sex life with my friends—but I’m oddly okay with it. “Yeah.”
Walker smirks, then tugs Clara’s face toward him. “Princess, are you going to tell us what you want?”
Her smile grows to match his, her eyes teasing. “I want everyone naked. And I want everyone involved.”
“Nothing else?” he presses.
“I feel like an adventure,” she says.
Jansen grins. “You know I’m always game for an adventure, beautiful.”
“That I do.” She rolls, pinning him under her. “Now, fewer clothes.”
The two of them wrestle out of their clothes while Walker and I strip, watching as Jansen lets her manhandle him. And it’s hot.Really fucking hot. I’m not sure it’s what I’d like, but watching it has me half ready, and all I’ve done is kiss Clara once.
