Jude’s eyes go side to side as he works that out and then his eyebrows go straight up to disappear under his hair.
“Harem, like multiple women but reversed? Like, one woman, lots of guys?”
Savy giggles again but nods.
“And you read this stuff? You like it?”
She gives a tiny shrug but the little grin on her face tells me that she does.
“Hot damn, baby doll! Are you ever in the right house.”
Her grin drops away and she starts shaking her head quickly. “That’s not…I didn’t mean…”
Jude nods knowingly. “Right, books aren’t real life. You shouldabsolutelyNOT text me the links to those dirty, disgusting, filthy books and where exactly to buy them.” He finishes with an oversized wink and then snuggles down onto the pillow he put on her stomach.
She sends me a ‘Help Me!’ look but I just smirk. She’s not the first woman we’ve had between us. Hell, on a good night there’s one between the four of us. If she wants him to move, she’ll have to make him.
“Uh, are you going to stay there for the whole movie, Jude?”
He answers by grabbing her hand and placing it on his head and grunting, “Woman, play with hair, watch hobbitses.”
SAVY
This has been the weirdest fucking day of my life. Scratch that, the last two weeks have been insane. I went from being an invisible nobody virgin to this? I have a fake boyfriend who fake kisses me like I’m the girl of his dreams and just gave me an earth-shattering orgasm that meant nothing to him. I’ve had two of the most popular guys on campus stand up for me when I was being hassled by bullies and I’m currently sandwiched between the hard bodies of said two popular guys. Not only that but my body seems to be ready for orgasm number two of the day based on how my core is clenching like it’s going for gold at the power Kegel event in the vagina Olympics.
Eventually, my vagina settles down and the heat rolling off these two men puts me into a soft and dreamy state as my fingers softly rake through Jude’s thick messy hair over and over again. Beckett’s got one big arm around my chest just under my breasts and his thumb keeps sweeping against the underside of one of them. It doesn’t matter that it’s over top of the hoody I’m wearing because the way it feels might as well be skin-on-skin contact.
I’m not a fool. I know I don’t mean anything to any of these men. I’m just a toy they’re playing with while we’re all stuck in this house with the storm outside. But in this moment, I…don’t…care. I’ve never had so much physical contact given to me and I’m soaking it up like a touch-starved sponge. Even as a child, hugs were few and far between from Martha and even less from my father. Nope, don’t care if they never touch me again after the storm lets up and we go our separate ways. I’ll live on the feel, the glow of this, for years.
As hobbits run away from the ringwraiths on the screen, my eyelids droop in sleepy pleasure and I shift slightly to turn my head and rest my cheek against the hard planes of muscle that form Beckett’s chest. His free arm which had been resting along the back of the couch comes down and his big hand cups the side of my head with his fingers sliding into my hair and his thumb sweeping the nape of my neck. I tilt my head back a little to blink sleepily up at him and see him looking back at me with an expression I don’t understand. His lips tug up into a small smile and his fingers come around to slide my glasses off.
“It’s okay, have a nap,” he whispers, and even though I’ve only been up for a few hours, I’m so warm and feeling cared for that I let my eyes flutter closed to doze off. I’m in that weird state between sleep and awake where your eyelids feel so heavy but you’re still sort of aware of what’s going on around you.
“Seriously? What the fuck are you two doing?” I hear Tate ask, low and harsh.
Beckett’s chest rumbles under my cheek. “Watching a movie, what does it look like?”
“It looks like you’re making a play for my girlfriend.”
Jude’s head turns under my hand as he mumbles, “Fake girlfriend. Our pillow. Fuck off.”
I don’t hear anything after that for a while until my bladder wakes me up. The elves and men are deciding who will take the ring to Mordor on the screen so I know I missed most of the movie. I stay still but move my eyes around the room and squint through the blurriness of my vision without my glasses on and land on a blur of someone sitting in the deep armchair next to the couch. I blink a few times and vaguely make out Asher looking right at me with a scowl on his face. My stupid fair skin flushes red as I quickly look away. Jude rolls his head on my stomach making my bladder pang in warning so I try and sit up to get out from between him and Beckett but he slides his arms around my thighs to pin me in place.
“Nooo, don’t go! You’re the softest pillow I’ve ever had.”
I try and push him off. “Let go, I have to pee.”
He wiggles his eyebrows at me. “Ooh, I’ve never done a golden shower before but I’m game to try anything once.”
“Eww! That’s disgusting. Get off!” I buck my hips under him but that just makes Beckett groan behind me and Jude laugh even more.
“Yeah, baby, even better, let’s play eight seconds instead!”
Now I really have to pee so I twist and buck harder, flipping him off to fall on the floor. He’s still laughing as Beckett helps me sit up and hands me my glasses and I bolt for the half bath off of the kitchen. When I come back out Asher’s gone and Jude is rummaging in the kitchen for food. Beckett is by himself and has turned to sit forward on the couch. He’s bending and flexing his right knee with a grimace so I go over and drop down beside him.
“What’s wrong? Did I hurt your knee?”
He sends me an amused look but shakes his head. “Naw, you’re good, darlin’. Took a bad hit last year that fucked my ACL. It just stiffens up when I sit too long is all.”
