Ford chuckles, still watching me with that mischievous glint in his eyes. “You’ve had her all summer, and you’re telling me you haven’t fucked or tasted her yet?”
“We’re taking our time,” I say, the words coming out firmer than I expected. Ford’s teasing doesn’t bother me, though. Not really. There’s something playful about it, like we all know where this is heading, but we’re in no rush to get there.
Jacob shoots Ford a look. “Let it be, man. It’s about more than just that.”
I nod in silent agreement and try to change the subject. Because the truth is, I’ve thought of burying myself in Dylan every day this summer. How her pussy would taste and what noises she’d make while riding me. But I didn’t want to do it while she was away from Ford and Jacob, like I was the consolation prize since her boyfriends weren’t here. Or have her think I’m taking advantage since she was alone. I want more for us than that.
“Whose place is this?” I ask, glancing around the room.
“Ours.” Ford rolls off the bed and begins to redress.
I raise a brow. “What?”
“It’s my parents’ place. They rented it out as an Airbnb but took it off the site so we can stay here as long as we need.” He finishes putting on his shirt and meets my gaze. “You could live here too, you know. Might be easier to stay with us off-campus than having two places.”
I consider the offer, the idea of living with them lingering in my mind. It could be a chance to explore what I have with Dylan while sharing a space with her and her boyfriends. But I want to be sure we’re all on the same page before diving into that.
“I’ll think about it. Maybe for now, I’ll stay at my place and visit. Let you guys settle in.”
Dylan smiles warmly at me, her gaze soft. “That sounds perfect.”
Ford looks like he’s about to say something else, but Jacob gives him a look, silently telling him to drop it.
“Anyway,” Dylan says, stretching her arms above her head, her body still glowing from the intensity of her orgasm. “I’m starving. Can we get food?”
My eyes are glued to her tits, the perfect tan nipples still perked, and how they bounce slightly with each movement.
“What do you want?” Jacob asks, his voice pulling me from my thoughts of nipping and sucking at Dylan’s soft curves. I glance his way, and I see him tugging on his clothes.
“Chinese,” she says without hesitation, her eyes lighting up. “I’ve been craving egg rolls.”
I laugh. “Chinese it is.”
Within half an hour, we’re all sitting around the dining table, eating takeout and talking like it’s the most natural thing in the world. The house, with its cozy decor and warm lighting, feels less strange now. It’s starting to feel like a place where something new can begin.
I steal a glance at Dylan, watching her laugh and talk, her face glowing with happiness. As I sit there, something clicks into place. Maybe this can work. Maybe, despite how unconventional it is, this dynamic, this connection between all of us, could actually work.
Chapter 23
Ford
Matthew stayed until late last night, as we all got used to being together as a unit for the first time. Other than a minor hiccup or two, it went well. Easier than I thought it would, especially with Jacob and Matthew being together in the same room with our girl. The true test came when Dylan sat down in Matthew’s lap and they kissed in front of us. Jacob tensed at first, then his face softened and the fucker actually smiled. I guess he really is in this for the long haul. We all tried to get him to spend the night, but he declined, saying he had an early morning and didn’t want to wake us when he left.
“Kitchen’s unpacked!” Dylan screams up the stairs. Since there were four bedrooms, we decided to all take one for ourselves, knowing there would be times we want to be alone, or one of us would want some private one-on-one time with Dylan.
“Good, ‘cause I’m hungry!” I call back as I sit the empty box in my hand on the floor. I’ll break it down later and when we’re all done, we can load all the trash up and take it to the dump.
“Me too, man.” Jacob appears at my door, sweat beading on his forehead and looking tired. I can’t lie, I am too. After the drive, the excitement of getting here and being with Dylan, and the late night, I’m exhausted. We only got a few hours of sleep.
We go down the stairs, neither of us saying a word. We’re at college, playing a sport we love for the school we wanted and we’re with our girl.
Life couldn’t get better than it is right now.
Stepping into the kitchen, Dylan has her back to us. Her denim skirt barely covers her ass. All I can think about is bending her over the table while I fuck her.
“Lunch is served.” She turns, a beaming smile on her face as she sets two bowls of chili on the table.
“How did you make this?” Jacob questions. “There’s no food in the house.”
