Wanton and panting, Violet simply nods and tries to kiss me again. Except a knock at the door forces her to suck in a breath and rush to the bathroom.
Not before she peppers two final kisses on my lips.
"Don't worry," I tease as she slams the bathroom door. "I'll let our boyfriends in!"
"Not our boyfriends yet!" she shouts, making me laugh as I leave the room.
Not yet.
Forty-Four
VIOLET
Ihave never in my entire life been so fucking happy as I am right now. Like truly happy.
Of course I know what happiness is and have had plenty of it in my life, but tonight encompasses all of those moments. The arcade has brought me so much childish joy I haven't stopped smiling.
Thankfully, it's more of an adult arcade at the back of the bar, so I'm not as disgusted to be wearing my Ferri. Yes, it's mine now. I love it. I claim it because I love the reminder of Jamie's claim.
Nate and Ellis love guessing when Jamie's teasing me too. So not only am I having a blast kicking their asses in Skee-Ball and Piano Keys, but I'm horny and excited for some more kinky shit.
Also, I have never sworn or threatened someone so much in an evening. Nate and Ellis think my competitiveness is funny, so that's good. Green flags all around.
The only red flag I've felt is all on me. Nate and Ellis have been together since high school. I know theirbackground, how they met, and the complete love they have for each other.
Witnessing their public displays of affection and feeling their connection literally inches away from me is...I have no idea how to explain it. I'm not jealous, per se. Left out maybe.
I made it a point to tell Jamie that they are not our boyfriends yet. Which is totally true because it's way too soon to tell if this will work, but I'm worried.
The complications keep adding up, and without taking action to figure my shit out, I'm just going to keep questioning things. I'm starting to wish we had canceled tonight’s plans and just stayed home to fuck to see where the jealousy comes from.
Am I being toxic? Or just horny?
It sounds like a good plan to me, and Jamie didn't say no, so who knows.
Ellis for sure wants to have sex with Jamie, and I know for a fact Nate wouldn't mind watching.
Is it just me? Am I the only one with stupid insecurities and hesitation?
Except, Nate and Ellis have made no move to kiss me or initiate anything beyond simple touches. So maybe, much to my anxiety's pleasure, they aren't actually attracted to me as much as they are to Jamie.
Once again, my anxiety steals a wonderful evening from me. I'm hiding in the back corner, playing a lonely game of Skee-Ball with only my thoughts to keep me company. And that's never good.
I could have gone to find Jamie in the bar section of this place, but he's not meant to behere. I'm on a datewith the other two to see if this can work. So that means not running to Jamie every time I feel sad.
"Do that again," a raspy voice says behind me, and my skin breaks out in goosebumps.
I had left Nate and Ellis behind during one of their sweet kisses to play a game alone so I could chill out. Turns out being alone was the last thing I needed to make myself feel better. Because as soon as Nate's pelvis lines up with my ass, I whimper and all thoughts flee from my mind.
"Do what again?" I rasp, eyes still locked on the Skee-Ball lane.
His beard tickles my neck, and I kind of hope I'll have a rash there in the morning. Now to just keep him there. "Stick your ass out like you're begging for my cock."
"Oh." I couldn't sound more needy if I tried, but my hips sure think that's a challenge because I immediately bend at the waist to grab another ball.
Nate curses as he moves his hands to gripverylow on my hips just above my pussy. Just as I'm about to toss my ball, Jamie does something new to my vibrator, and, the next thing I know, Nate's hand is covering my mouth as I lose all composure.
Each pulse of my Ferri starts to slip and glide as I soak my panties. My thighs clench and my eyes roll. The neon lights of the arcade blur, making me feel like I'm flying through space. When Nate's other hand grabs my pussy outside of my jeans, I spasm and thrust against his palm.
