“I was finishing a run,” Jameson grumps. “It was hot.”
“Please, you were an inch from a full-on prance.”
“I tripped on the hose.”
“In your glitter pumps.”
“I swear to God, Bobby, I’ll take that pasta and dump it right in the trash.”
Bobby looks appalled and starts shoveling huge bites into his mouth.
Jameson leans toward me conspiratorially. “This is why I’m the alpha.” His voice seeps into my body, warming me from the inside out.
“Alpha, my ass,” Bobby scoffs, rolling his eyes.
“Keep mouthing off and Iwillalpha your ass,” Jameson warns. His lips quirk in a smile, but his eyes are all heat.
Bobby stares back and parts his lips, silently mouthing ‘Off, off, off.’
I feel like I’m catching a contact high off of these two. Jesus lord in heaven. I can almost picture the two of them together. Thick muscular bodies wrapped around each other. I bet Jameson is a hair puller. God, help me I’m so wet. I would do unspeakable things to have someone pull my hair and fuck me hard right now…
“You’re going to scare Hailey off,” Jameson says, winking at Bobby. I blink realizing I was completely glazed over for a second there.
“Hardly,” I laugh. “Now I’m just wondering where a girl can find your long-lost twin.”
Jameson smirks. “Oh, I have brothers. They’re just not as good looking as me.”
“Dean’s close,” Bobby argues before turning to me. “But you’d have to fight Sutton and you couldn’t pay me to go toe-to-toe with her.”
Jameson lets out a barking laugh. “Yeah, Sutton has that short-girl ferocity. I believe she’d take you out at the nuts.”
Bobby winces. “No thank you.”
They go on like that all night, bantering and teasing. After dinner, Bobby puts on a movie and tugs me to the couch with them. I try to pay attention, but keep getting distracted watching Jameson stroke Bobby’s back. They lean into each other’s touch in a way I’ve never seen. It’s not like they’re doing anything dirty, it’s just… intimate.
I know I’m on the outside looking in, but from where I’m sitting, they have the kind of relationship most people only dream about. And just becausetheyaren’t being dirty, it doesn’t mean I’m capable of keeping my thoughts clean. In fact, I spend most of the night wishing I could pry my mind out of the gutter. I am decidedly unsuccessful. She isdeepin there, roots inextricably burrowed into the cracks.
Finally, I can’t take it anymore. I excuse myself, telling the two of them I’m tired and need to go to bed. Total bullshit. I am wired, but I’m also in danger of leaving a wet spot on their sofa if I don’t go take care of myselfright now.Thank the lord for battery-operated boyfriends.
5
HAILEY
Islide into my bedroom, shut the door, click the lock, and lean back on it, taking a deep breath. My entire body is buzzing. The tv goes silent and I hear heavy footfalls head down the hallway. Murmured conversation penetrates the door as Bobby and Jameson head toward their bedroom. I’m feeling guilty for breaking up movie night, when a sharp sound cracks through the air.
My spine goes rigid. Did one of them just hit the other? I stand as still as a marble statue, listening for the sounds of fighting, but when another slap lands, it’s followed by a deep masculine moan. Oh… OH… Oh. My. God. My body burns, hot and flushed.
“It’s just the hormones,” I whisper to myself, shutting my eyes tight. I might have a rich fantasy life, but in reality, I’m so inexperienced that it’s almost embarrassing. I don’t party, I don’t go out to bars or clubs. I keep to myself.
It’s not that I particularly like being alone, I’ve just never seen the appeal of going out like that, and meeting men any other way is pretty much impossible. Unless I want to go back to dating apps, I’m on my own. Just the thought makes me shudder. I’ve been on the receiving end of way too many limp dick pics to count.
I keep telling myself it's just the hormones, even as I dig through box after box, strewing the contents of my life all over the floor until I find what I’m looking for.
They sure as fuck didn’t soundproof this house. The muffled sound of flesh pounding against flesh, the whispered scuffing of a bed sliding across the hardwood floor, and the intermittent gasps paint a mental picture so vivid, I might as well be in the room.
I strip out of my clothes, tossing them aside and diving under the covers. “This is so wrong,” I whisper, chiding myself. But I don’t stop. Horny Hailey doesn’t care, and she’s running the show right now.
My body is pulsing, throbbing, begging to be taken care of, and if I can’t be in the middle of that glorious man-sandwich… Well, this is why I have rechargeable toys and an active imagination.