"Rule number two: We won't go out with other people, we're in enough of a tangle already," I decide, looking at Logan specifically.
"I sensed a judgment in that look. You think I can't settle down when I want to?" He sounds falsely offended, and I just raise an eyebrow at him until he lets out a groan. "This is bullying, but I'll let it slide. And I think I can control my libido by taking part in a constant three-way good time, you know?" he says ironically, and we all laugh together.
"Okay, and rule number three and most important: when someone wants to stop, we're going to talk about it. No hurt feelings or grudges, so we can keep the friendship at the end of it all," I ask and even decide to get up from the swing so I can stand in front of them and show the importance of this point.
"Deal, princess."
"Totally agree, Peach."
Their lines, followed by the nicknames they gave me, make me even happier.
All the nervousness I'd felt since I woke up that morning seems to evaporate from my pores, replaced by a good feeling that this tangle of ours could really become something good.
Plus very, very pleasurable.
Being the focus of attention of two hot men is extremely rewarding. I think, and I swear the sentence was sent directly by my pussy.
"Then let's go home, Royals. I want to see again how you act as a team in my humble bed," I tease and hold out a hand to each, smiling with mischief. They accept right away and stand up, surrounding me in the blink of an eye.
"Oh, baby... you'll be begging us for a break very soon," Logan teases, running a finger over my cheek gently, the opposite of the wickedness his eyes promise.
Ethan, on the other hand, grabs my neck and I shiver with anticipation. His tongue wets his own lips as he promises:
"Let's get out of this cold, so we can warm you up another way."
I smile even wider and do what any sensible girl would do: I break away and run to the car.
After all, the sooner we got through the door of our apartment, the better.
Chapter 28
Logan
The scenes from last night kept coming back to my mind all the time.
I trained thinking about how perfect Charlie's legs looked wrapped around my shoulders.
I sat through class remembering how I fucked her beautiful breasts and spurted onto her chin and neck, while Ethan pounded her hard.
At the library, I alternated between studying and imagining the three of us here, hidden among the shelves of the upper floor where almost no one went. Ethan would fuck her from behind while I covered her mouth with one hand, sucked her breasts, and fingered her clit until she came good for the both of us. Then, I'd fuck her pressed against Ethan's body until she saw stars.
Fuck. If I closed my eyes, I could even taste Charlie's release between my lips.
But if I didn't stop dreaming immediately, I'd end up with a terrible case of a hard-on inside the library. Hell.
I shake my head and pinch my own wrist to try to chase away the cloud of dirty thoughts. I really do need to focus on studying today, since I can't let my grades slip.
I take a table near the window and sigh at finding myself surrounded by academic articles, printed graphs, and my laptop open on a data analysis dashboard. The topic of my assignment was Brand Value and Positioning Strategies in the Contemporary Digital Market, where I had to compare two brands with strategies very distinct from each other.
Since I always find a way to put football into everything, I'd chosen to compare the Patriots, from a branding standpoint, with Apple.
The Patriots were my team of the heart. Having grown up and lived until the start of high school in Boston, not too far from there, it was almost a culture of fanaticism passed from father to son. Several of my best childhood memories included being at the stadium with my dad and my sister, cheering for every play.
Well, if I wanted to lose my arousal over anything, I was doing a fine job by thinking about my dad.
I let my body drop against the library chair, automatically deflated.
I hadn't spoken to him in almost four years, which was when my sister, then fifteen, came out as trans and my dad's reaction was to try to hit her. I don't remember ever being as furious as I was when I grabbed his hand before it hit Jamie's face. Just thinking about it makes me clench my fists and drop the pencil on the table.
