“Bring it.” Shane rises to the challenge, goading him purposelessly.
“Hey,” I interject. “Focus. What happened with the girl?”
“Well,” Chase looks me in the eyes. “I figured if she was going to act like a bitch to me I might as well give her a reason to.”
“What did you do?” I probe.
“Fucked her boyfriend.” He snickers. “Imagine her face when he told her they were breaking up so he could be with me.”
“Oh my god, that’s terrible.” I chide.
Chase shrugs innocently. “It is, but you asked.”
“It’s how the game is played.” I giggle.
Resting contently on the pillow I spy the time and am hit with a little pang of guilt. It’s almost one in the afternoon. “I hate to break up this party, but I have to go.” I deliver the bad news.
“To the bathroom?” Shane attempts some backhanded humor.
“Home. For just a bit. To get some clothes.” I bat my eyelashes at him. At both of them, because it’s clear neither of them like the idea of me leaving.
“The only place you’re going is the kitchen so we can have you for lunch. I mean,” Chase corrects. “Have lunch.”
I run my finger up Chase’s chiseled abs seductively. “It will be a quick trip.”
“No,” Chase leans in and bites my neck as Shane climbs up the mattress and settles beside me. I don’t want to leave, believe me. But I need clean underwear. An entire suitcase full of it with these two.
I try a different tactic. “I have to go. For a little while. But I promise when I get back you can have me for dinnerand dessert.”I rub them each between their legs, feeling their cocks stiffen from my light touch.
“Do you think doing that is going to help your cause?” Shane growls in my ear.
“Yes, because I’ll finish what I started as soon as I get back. It will give both of you something to look forward to.”
“We can just pin you to the bed and you can finish now. No waiting required.” Chase moves in and I know instantly if I don’t wiggle my way out of this now, I’ll never escape this house.
“Please. I also need to go see Pops. I can’t not show up.”
Chase pauses, picking up on the urgency in my voice. I didn’t go into much detail about mine and Pops relationship, aside from the fact I’m the longtime manager and have taken over running the restaurant since his decline in health.
Chase and Shane share that quiet contemplative look. I’ve come to wonder if they really can read each other’s minds.
“Why is he so important to you?” Shane asks seriously, invoking their right to peel back the onion. It’s not a threatening or vindictive question. It stems from sheer curiosity. Genuine interest. I exhale shakily, knowing if we are really going to pursue a relationship, this conversation is inevitable. “Pops is more than just my boss. He’s like a father to me.” I peel the first tiny layer away. “He’s the only person who’s ever truly cared. I owe him everything.”
Their touch turns tender, a snag of empathetic silence hanging in the air. “Okay.” Shane placates. “We won’t make you stay. But for the record. Pops isn’t the only one who cares.”
I actually blush. Too fast. Too soon.Too easy.
They make it way too easy to let my guard down.Dangerous.
And way too tempting.
I smile, pressing a sweet kiss on Shane’s lips. “I promise I’ll be quick. I’m looking forward to dessert.” Shane smirks against my mouth as Chase works his way in to steal his own embrace, first from me, then Shane. I touch the place their lips seamlessly connect. Shane nips at my finger friskily, hitting me with a salacious, megawatt smile.
I know right then, when it comes to these two, I’m fucking toast.
4
“C’mon, old man,” I cajole Pops to open his mouth one more time. “Lobster bisque is your favorite.”
