“Anything you need, ma’am. Sorry. I mean, Libby. Anything you need.”
Will rolls his eyes. He shakes his head like he is confused for a second and then stands up from the table with his plate clean. I didn’t even notice him eating his breakfast. But that is another soldier thing: eating fast while the eating is good. No time for delays.
While Cass and I finish up, Will leaves the room and soon comes back with a neatly stacked pile of clothes. He flips through them one by one, shrugging.
“Here’s a towel… A T-shirt? And, um, a fresh pair of boxers. Sorry I don’t have anything more appropriate, but… you know. They’re clean, I promise.”
A smile so big I feel I can barely contain spreads across my face. This is probably the sweetest thing he has done so far. Reaching out, I take the small pile from his hands and touch his fingers with mine. Again, there is something satisfying and complete about that connection. Just the brush of his fingertips is enough to remind me of everything else that we have done together. Every kiss, every sigh.
“It’s perfect, Will,” I manage to say through my aching cheeks. “Better than I can say.”
Chapter 15
Libby
While in their shower, I can’t help but think of the strange way this all came together. Sounds like a script from a movie. Sounds like a fairytale, in a lot of ways. Ty is definitely some kind of cartoon villain. And Cass and Will? Too perfect to be anything but superheroes.
I shift back and forth between states of confusion and moments of absolute clarity. One moment my mind will be bustling with a jumble of thoughts all at the same time, so noisy that I can’t pick out just one. The next moment, everything dissipates. Everything becomes completely clear.
Those are the moments where I think about just how this all feels. From the moment I stepped out of the ladies room at Sweeney’s and got my head into it, that was when I really felt in control. Not a battle of swirling emotions, but a simple physical directive: focus on what feels good.
And these guys make me feel… amazing. Outstanding. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
The towel that Will gave me is soft and fluffy. Wiping a smear of steam away from the mirror, I check myself out again. My tan lines are even darker than they were yesterday, and it really highlights the bareness of my shaved crotch.
“Great timing,” I mutter to myself, shaking my head.
So completely naked. This is the day the universe decides to hand me a man who wants to see me naked? Not just one… Two? Seriously?
I’ve never been shy about shaving my bikini area. It’s just for convenience, something I started doing when I was fourteen or so. But going completely bare was a spur-of-the-moment decision. Maybe I was bored. Curious. Maybe I wanted to see what it felt like.
But now… On the one hand, I’m embarrassed that these guys probably think I am some kind of freak, like Mona does. On the other hand, the sensations were amazing.
A shiver runs through me as I remember Cass falling to his knees behind me, grabbing my legs and opening me up like a flower. Will’s mouth covered my mouth so I couldn’t even gasp in surprise. Suddenly, I had both of them on me, filling me with sensation, fulfilling a secret fantasy I had barely admitted to myself that I had.
And yet, there is so much more to come.
I’m ready. I am beyond ready. I can barely wait another second.
After I slip into Will’s borrowed clothes, I open the bathroom door and sheepishly look out into the living room. They both turn around immediately at the sound and meet me with identical stares of greeting. They look extremely pleased to see me.
“Okay, that seems to suit you,” Will smirks as I pad into the room.
Looking down, I smooth the oversized T-shirt against my hips.
“Oh yeah? You think this is a good look for me?”
“Absolutely enchanting,” he nods.
“Really?” Cass shrugs. “I actually think she’s a little… overdressed. Maybe?”
My belly twists with nervousness as he stands and walks over to me, his steps measured and confident. As his arms fold around me, I naturally get up on my tiptoes and arch into him. It feels practiced and perfect, like a dance move that we have done a million times.
“Like, what is this?” he fusses as he pulls at the T-shirt. “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable without all this?”
“I might…” I pout, smiling with my lips just millimeters from his.
I want to kiss him so badly, but I want him to kiss me even more. I love that feeling of being taken. Being kissed. Being wanted.