They want me. They both want me to themselves. I want to be theirs. And they showed me in so many ways. I still felt all the ways now.
I lay between them, tangled in the sheets. Their thighs pressed up on either side of me, their fingers humming along my
skin. They communicate with each other in a way, and they always know where to go and where to touch me. I never thought they were attracted to each other, but they don’t mind being pressed up against me and touching. Even now, both their forearms touched as they gripped my waist. It was quite the sensation, feeling both their strengths. Logan has solid muscle that is soft to the touch while Jake has hard muscle that I think could sometimes break me. But even lying against him, my cheek on his hard slab of pec muscles, he was soft. And Logan was pressed into my back.
I could feel his heartbeat on my shoulder. I felt both their heartbeats and I swelled at the emotion coursing through me. If the past week showed me anything it was that I do love them. The both of them, together.
“You both might kill me.” I smiled. I felt them both chuckle.
“Doubtful. We’ve missed you.” Jake kissed my fingers as Logan trailed kisses over my shoulder.
The moment almost turned from restful, or peaceful to desire again. But I was too tired to allow it. If they had the energy they could take me as they please.
“I missed you too. I’m sorry I disappeared. I want to focus—”
I was interrupted by the slam of the door. Sarai! How could I forget about her?
“You have to go!” I shot up quickly and tugged on a shirt. They looked at me, amused. God, how good they look with their messy hair. In my bed. Naked. Can I kick Sarai out?
“Please, get dressed.” I clasped my hands together and stared at them both, I didn’t want Sarai to actually catch me in the act. We are best friends but I don’t know how I will feel with two guys coming out of my bedroom. Two men who just took me hard. Many times.
“Ugh, please.” I snuck out to distract her.
She was in the kitchen making tea, and already had the television on.
“Hey!” I chirped.
She gave me a funny look and smiled back. “Hey, what’s up?” She smiled.
“Um, nothing.” I glanced over my shoulder nervously as she looked me up and down, pursing her lips.
“You look like you just had sex…oh, are they here? Right now!” She shouted. I ran to her and grabbed her arms. “Ew, don’t touch me. Love you, but don’t touch me.” She giggled and stepped back. I smiled at her but realized she was right and moved to wash my hands.
“Yes, they are here so keep it down.”
“So, after a week of nothing they show up and you hop into bed with your band of…merry men?” I let the water run and turned to face her as I took in her tone.
“What is that supposed to mean? What do you mean by that?”
She shrugged. “Nothing. Just they didn’t say anything to you for a week and you’ve just had sex with them. I don’t think they care about you. And from the way you were this past week, this is beyond just having fun for you.”
“Are you judging me?” My throat welled as I fought tears and my eyes stung.
I stared back at her as I heaved. Angry and frustrated at how I came from the middle of bliss to this. I had no idea she felt this way.
“What?” She came towards me and grabbed me by my elbows. “No, I could never. I’m sorry if it seemed like that. I just…I’m worried about you!” She said in a hushed whisper.
“I know…I know.”
“Do you know what to do?”
I shrugged. I sort of knew.
“Maybe. I just know that…I feel like they care about me.”
“That’s enough for me then. I’ll be in my room so they can finish sneaking out.”
She smiled softly and I nodded as she disappeared and shut the door behind her. I took an uneasy breath, still uncertain about how she felt when I went back in the room.