No, seriously, take care of her however she needs. I’ll be back soon. Still trying to sort things out with the hotel so we can stay longer.
Me
Thanks for doing that. Bring me a shirt? Evan took mine.
Wes
Sure.
We were supposed to check out of the hotel in the morning. But I didn’t think we would be leaving here anytime soon. At some point, I should let Terrance know what was going on.
Grace mumbled and snuggled into me. Okay, it was more like she ground into my dick and nuzzled against my chest. While part of me felt like I should stop it, I was the one who’d brought her onto the couch for cuddles.
I also liked ita lot.
She’s not yours.
But she could be. Maybe not now, but at some point. Jett was right; somewhere along the way I’d started to give a fuck about her.
Okay, I gave many fucks about her.
It’s okay to care about the people who live in your house.
I suppose I could enjoy those snuggles. Sometime down the line, I might start something with her. But I’d let it happen naturally.
Jett was in love with her. Evan kept telling me about that fantasy of his involving the three of us having her while she was in the swing. Which was a pretty nice one–and much more attainable than the ones Jett and I had about her.
My dick grew hard as she ground into me again.
Wes was right. I’d give her just about everything–including my dick. At some point, I should make sure Spencer was okay with that.
Spencer. Fuck. If Grace ever went into heat, what wasthatgoing to look like? I had a feeling Little Miss Needy Butterfly would wanteveryonethere. I’d never even seen that man naked, let alone shared someone with him.
If she wanted us all there, we’d figure it out.
She’d want me there, right?
I wasn’t sure why the idea of her not wanting me there bothered me. After all, she wasn’t mine.
But she wasours.She’d been through so much. We’d all been through a lot recently.
“Love, are you doing okay?” I reached out to squeeze Evan’s hand. He was worried about Spencer, I could feel it through the bond.
His hand brushed mine. “When we go back to the hotel, I want dick.”
“My dick is yours.” I smiled at him through the darkness. Yeah, I’d give him all the comfort he wanted.
“Okay.” Grace mumbled, her hand sliding down my pants.
I froze.
“I’ve had a shitty day. Be a good boy and let me nap on that.” Her hand wrapped around my cock.
“Little Butterfly, I’m not your good boy. It’s Bren whose lap you’re on–not Wes, Spencer, or Evan,” I said softly. She was half asleep, and while I didn’t mind if she wanted my cock, I needed her to know that it was me.
Also, I wasn’t anyone’s good boy. Okay, sometimes I was Jett’s good boy. But that was different.
Evan was now wide awake and watching us curiously.
