“That’s bullshit. Sneaking out and messing around is typical teenage stuff. I did it. You probably did too,” Clay says.
I stay silent. I couldn’t afford to do teenage stuff while attending high school and juggling two jobs while caring for an eleven-year-old.
Clay swings a sharp right into a fast-food joint’s parking lot where Xander is standing.
I whip my head back to Clay, surprised. “You brought him?” I ask, shocked.
“Like I could sneak out for a booty call in the middle of the night without him tagging along.” He shrugs.
“This wasn’t a fucking booty call,” I say, just as Xander opens the passenger door.
“Shame,” Xander quips. “Scoot over.”
I slide over on the bench seat, closer to Clay, who wraps an arm around me and pulls me into his side. “Xander’s a big guy.” A teasing grin appears on his face. He eyes me before releasing his hold.
I’m just about to tell him to fuck off when Xander climbs in, needing all the space I just vacated. Now I’m sandwiched between two insanely hot guys, their bodies flush against mine.
It’s okay to have a crush on a gay couple, right?
At least I know from the start it won’t lead anywhere.
“Here,” Xander says, handing me a to-go cup, then gives Clay one too. I lean down and catch the familiar aroma of coffee.
“I wasn’t sure how you take your coffee, so I added sugar and some cream,” Xander tells me.
“Just sugar, but this is great, thank you,” I say, taking a sip.
I’m exhausted, and it seems this night won’t end anytime soon.
“Want some?” he offers, extending a white bag toward me.
Peering inside, I spot donuts.
I shake my head. “No, thanks.”
“Love?” he asks, but his eyes are still on mine, and my heart skips a beat.
“You know I don’t eat that sugary junk,” Clay says, pushing his takeout cup into my hand before starting the truck back up.
We park near Riverside Park, where we get a great view of the Hudson River and the lit-up skyline, a few minutes later. Xander reaches behind him and grabs two blankets from under the bench, handing one to Clay and spreading the other over our laps.
The cab will cool down when the heater isn’t on, but I’m nearly sweating between these two. Don’t ask me if it’s their body heat or their nearness.
“Sorry, guys. I didn’t mean to ruin your sleep. I doubt anyone would still be out waiting for me after seeing you rescuing me. They’re probably gone by now. I can go back.”
“And then what would be the plan?” Clay asks, taking a sip of his coffee. “Go in to watch your little sister getting it some more?”
“What?” Xander asks, leaning forward to look at Clay.
“Karen just walked in on her little sixteen-year-old sister getting railed in their room,” Clay shares, and Xander’s eyes fly to mine.
“On our bed.” I shudder.
“Wait, you share a bed with her?” Clay asks, raising his eyebrows.
“Okay, let her get railed, whatever, but why were you outside?” Xander asks at the same time.
“I could go back and stay in the stairway. It’s fine, you don’t have to be outside with me. I bet you’d rather be in your own bed at home. I’m sorry.”
