We stand that way for several minutes, silent but connected, none of us moving much until Garrett starts to nuzzle my hair, and then the top of my cheek, to my ear, and when I turn toward him, his lips tenderly lay kisses on mine. I open for him, and he goes deeper, his tongue brushing against mine, his lips tugging my bottom lip.
His hands go around my waist, and I circle mine around his neck, and we go on kissing for a nice long minute or two until Trevor finds my hand again and gives it a gentle tug.
Garrett must feel the movement, because he releases me and Trevor takes me in his arms, picking right up where Garrett had left off, kissing me like he’s been waiting to do it all day. I press my body against the length of his and love how natural and easy it feels, while also being incredibly exciting.
As Trevor is about to pass me back to Garrett, I pause, holding both of them close. “Before everything went wrong this morning,” I say, “I was thinking about how I’d like to sleep with one of you. Sleep,” I clarify when Garrett’s eyes darken. “Share a bed, I mean. Adrian slept with me in my bed last night, and it was really nice. I’d like to sleep with one of you. I wish I could sleep with you both,” I add, looking at Garrett, “even though I know I shouldn’t want that.”
“Why not?” he asks.
“Because you’re going to be my boss soon.”
He looks down at the ground. “Oh yeah. Conveniently, I keep forgetting about that.”
“You’re getting a promotion?” Trevor asks. “That’s great!”
“It has its pros and cons,” Garrett says.
“Since you’re not Autumn’s boss yet, I’ll mention that my bed could probably fit the three of us,” Trevor says. To me, he adds, “If you snuggle close to us.” He slides his arm around my waist, pulling me against him.
“That sounds nice,” I say.
Trevor’s hand slides down and cups my ass, tugging me closer still. “Are you sure all you want to do is sleep?”
28
Garrett
Nothing about tonight is turning out the way I thought it would, but if there’s anything I’ve learned over the past couple of nights, it’s that it’s best to go with the flow.
Would I rather have Autumn to myself? Probably.
But would any of this be happening without Trevor acting as the catalyst? Definitely not.
I’d have probably never gotten the nerve to make a move with Autumn, and even though I shouldn’t be getting involved with her, I’m not her boss yet, and the company doesn’t need to know what we’re doing in our private time.
What happens at Duke’s house stays at Duke’s house?
We’re back inside after the walk down to the water, and Duke is giving Autumn a tour, so I tag along. His house is the size of a hotel compared to my one-room apartment. There are four bedrooms, the living room, a family room with a pool table and foosball, and a giant garage, half of which has been converted into a gym with a lot of equipment. Security work appears to be more lucrative than I thought.
Not to mention his boat. I saw it down at the dock but didn’t check it out because I was focused on Autumn, but I’m looking forward to going fishing with Duke sometime, if his offer was genuine.
We end the tour in the kitchen, where Trevor is getting a beer from the refrigerator. “Anyone else want another? Garrett?” he asks. When I hesitate for a beat, Trevor says, “Duke, I invited Garrett to sleep here tonight.”
“Okay,” Duke says.
“So you don’t have to worry about driving, Garrett. You can have as many as you want.” Trevor waves a bottle at me.
I take the beer, but I don’t intend to get drunk. Any time I have with Autumn — time outside of the office — is limited and special, and I don’t want to get wasted and not be able to enjoy it to the fullest.
“Would you like one, Autumn?” Trevor asks.
She shakes her head, golden strands of hair sliding over her shoulder. “I’ll just have a drink of someone’s. I just want a sip.”
When I hand her my bottle and her lips go around the top, my cock gets jealous. Hard to believe it was only yesterday that her pretty pink lips were wrapped around my dick. So much has happened since then, but the memory of last night has never been far from mind.
“Thanks,” she says, handing the bottle back.
“We can share it. Tell me when you want more.”