Did they arrive early so they could talk without me?
Should I have waited?
The door swings open. Priest is there holding a beer and wearing only a pair of black shorts. My gaze tracks to the other two. Reed and Colt are also only wearing shorts. Hargrave is missing.
“I’m early, sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Hargrave will turn up at eight and not a minute on either side.” Priest shuts the door. “Beer?”
I nod, not sure what to say and feeling so overdressed in shorts and a t-shirt. I didn’t put a bra on after I showered, and my thong is barely there. However, it’s more than what they are wearing.
Priest’s room is still only one room, but it’s big enough that he has a bed, sofa, coffee table and a desk. It’s clear why this is the room they choose to hang out in. My gaze strays back to the bed. It’s made, and not inviting. Maybe he doesn’t want us fucking on his bed. Or maybe he didn’t want to set that expectation for the little party.
Priest passes me a beer with the cap already off. “Reed was showing us his new scars.”
The one on his side is hard to miss, as it’s red against his skin.
“Since we’re here to celebrate me being alive, I thought I could at least show off how I nearly died.” He takes a swig of his beer, then lifts the leg of his shorts. “This one was the bad one, according to the doctors, even though it doesn’t seem like much.”
“Isn’t that always the way? The least impressive scar causes the most damage,” Colt says as he claims Reed’s lips.
I should look away, but I don’t.
Priest is watching me. “Just so you’re aware, there’s no pressure, or expectation…”
“Speak for yourself,” Reed says. “I made a promise that I intend to keep.”
My cheeks heat. “So did I.”
I take a couple of swallows of the cold beer, hoping to douse the embarrassment that shouldn’t exist.
Priest’s hand trails up my spine. “You can change your mind at any time.”
I’m not going to change my mind. This might be the only chance I ever have at something like this. Whatever this is.
Reed groans as Colt slides his hand into Reed’s shorts. I can’t tear my gaze away as Colt very obviously strokes Reed’s cock. The fabric lifting with each movement.
Priest’s breath is on my neck. “You like watching them?”
“I might.” That’s not the right thing to say, but it’s the truth. I want to join in and be between them the way Reed promised.
I don’t know if they are touching like that because I’m watching, or if they don’t care who sees.
A knock makes me jump.
Colt pulls his hand out of Reed’s shorts and licks his thumb. “It must be eight.”
Priest lets Hargrave in and hands him a beer.
Hargrave is wearing shorts and a T-shirt, though after a glance around the room, he strips it off and tosses it on the desk, where there is a pile of other clothes. “I feel like I interrupted.”
The predatory heat in Reed’s eyes makes my pussy clench with the anticipation of being filled. They are all here, and all here for me. It’s thrilling and terrifying. What if I don’t live up to what they’ve been talking about?
Priest smiles. “Colton was helping Reed undress. Since it’s his return we’re celebrating…” he glances at me, and I nod. By making it about Reed, he’s taking the pressure off me. The nerves that bind my chest tight ease.
Hargrave grabs a beer and raises it. “It’s good to have you back.”
“I’m really happy to be back.”
