I hum while I unload my groceries, but as I’m folding up the brown sack to be used again later, Jonas frowns at me and says, “Did you put those on the credit card?”
I look down at the bread, peanut butter, and package of trail mix in front of me. “What? No. It didn’t really cost much.”
Henry sighs heavily, and I flatten the paper bag on the top of the counter. “What?” I ask him.
They exchange a look, but Henry doesn’t even meet my eye before going back to his batter.
Jonas leans his elbows on the counter and looks at me. “You have to start letting us pay for things.”
I rip open my bag of trail mix. “I let you pay my rent. I don’t need you to buy me peanut butter. I’m making money from my commissions. Though once classes start, things might be a little–”
“Mara,” Henry snaps, coming to a halt with his batter.
I look over at him, eyes wide.
“Let us pay for things. It’s what we’re here for.”
I frown at both of them. “I don’t see what the big deal is.” I’m feeling a little wounded that Henry snapped at me. Henry is the more gentle of my two minotaur roommates, and I’ve never seen him get so much as heated before.
They share another look and then Henry stops stirring and sets his big yellow mixing bowl on the counter. “You’ve been…satisfying us a lot lately. But you never really ask for anything in return.”
His eyes meet Jonas’s, and like they’ve rehearsed this, Jonas picks up where Henry left off. “When we’ve had these arrangements in the past, women want us to buy them things, not just pay the rent. You know, clothes, jewelry, a car. And we’re fine with that. We want to make sure they’re happy. We want to make sureyou’rehappy. So, isn’t there anything you want?”
Somehow this conversation is more strange than the entire arrangement itself. I think about it. I really have everything I need, but my eyes fall to my cell phone, sitting on the counter between us. “I could really use a new phone,” I say. “One with a new phone number, so that my mom can’t call me anymore.” She’s been calling non-stop for the last two weeks, as if she isn’t the one who kicked me out. I haven’t been answering.
Jonas reaches for my phone and picks it up between his large thumb and index finger. “Is she bothering you?”
“Yes. Very much so.”
Without another word, he drops my phone on the tile floor in the kitchen, where I hear it shatter. He looks down at it and then shifts, and even though I can’t see him with the kitchen bar between us, I hear his shoe make contact with the phone.
He looks back up at me. “We can go look at new phones after dinner.”
I smile, feeling content in a way I never have before. “That sounds nice. I think I'll go change. I’m a little sweaty.” I start to leave but then I turn around. They’re both still watching me. “Just so you know, paying for my rent and my school tuition is more than enough. I know we started this thing for a reason, but I just…reallylikeboth of you. I like having sex with you.”
There’s a moment where we’re all just looking at each other, and then Jonas comes around the kitchen bar, shoves his hands into my hair, and kisses me. I immediately melt. When his tongue swipes into my mouth, making me pulse between my legs, I reach for his belt. He’s still dressed for work, wearing one of those well-fitted button-ups with the sleeves rolled up and his suit pants that look incredible on him.
As he kisses my neck, my eyes slip past him to Henry. He’s watching us. In the last two weeks, I’ve never had sex with one of the guys while the other watched. We always took turns, alternating every night. Have they ever fucked one of their girls…together?
I keep my eyes glued to him as Jonas pulls me back and sits on the couch, situating me so that I’m straddling him. His huge cock presses against me, and I moan. He could have taken me to one of our bedrooms but he didn’t. He wants to do this right here, in front of Henry. The idea makes me unbearably hot.
Reaching between us, I undo Jonas’s pants and free his cock, immediately wrapping my hand around him. When he makes that sound I love, that sound like he’s feeling so much pleasure he might just die right here on the spot, I swear I get so wet that I’m actually dripping. My underwear is ruined for sure.
Jonas shoves my shirt up and sucks at one of my nipples through my bra, and I’m so lost in how good it feels that I don’t realize I’ve taken my eyes off Henry until I feel him against my back. I turn my head to look over my shoulder, and Henry bends down to kiss me.
I whimper into his open mouth. I didn’t think my relationship with them could get any hotter, but now Henry is kissing me while Jonas is tonguing my breasts, and I’m so turned on that I can’t keep myself from rocking against Jonas’s cock, desperately seeking relief.
And then Henry unzips his pants and unleashes his cock, too.
I don’t have a moment to react, to process what’s happening right now between the three of us, because next thing I know, Henry’s cock is in my mouth, and I’m humming around it in pleasure. I suck him down as far as I can, simultaneously trying to jerk Jonas’s cock off with my other hand.
I don’t have enough coordination for this, but I do my best. After just a few minutes, Henry pulls away from me. I’m waiting for him to say he’s done, or that he wants me all to himself, but instead, he drags me off of Jonas and pulls my pants and underwear down my legs. I immediately start to bend over, fully prepared to be filled by him, but he shoves me toward the couch, and I realize that Jonas has stretched out across it.
When Jonas sees the confusion on my face, he smiles and crooks his finger at me. I walk back to the couch, and Jonas licks his bottom lip in this way that has my knees trembling. “Come ride my face, gorgeous girl,” he says, and I shiver.
Don’t have to ask me twice.
I climb up onto the couch, positioning myself with my knees on either side of Jonas’s head, before he yanks me down onto his mouth. I scream at the feel of him feasting on me. My fingers dig into the arm of the couch, giving me leverage to fuck his tongue. I rip my shirt off over my head and undo my bra, my pleasure heightened when my nipples pebble under the cool air.
