We spent the rest of the afternoon swimming, joking, napping, and sunbathing. When it started to cool off, they thought it was a good idea to take me to the pier to watch the sunset.
That was where I was now, as Heath retold the story of when Reid had dared him to jump off this very pier. I stared up at him with a look of bewilderment. “And you just jumped? I’m surprised you didn’t kill yourself,” I exclaimed.
He looked down at me with humor twinkling in his eyes. “Of course, I jumped. Twenty bucks is twenty bucks. Besides if I hadn’t, that asshole”—he pointed at Reid—“would have held it over my head for years. It was totally worth the broken arm I got.”
I shook my head, looking at Reid. “Well, some friend you are. That could have gone so much worse than it did,” I scolded.
Reid really could look innocent when he wanted to. “You can’t blame it all on me. If I remember correctly, you were trying to impress Becca, remember?” he gloated.
We made it to the end of the pier where there was a bench for us to sit on. Heath laughed as he pulled me down and tucked me into his side, Reid taking up the other side sliding his hand across my thigh. “Well, it was still worth it. That girl did this amazing thing with her tongue,” Heath replied with a look of nostalgia crossing his face.
I smacked him across the chest, causing him to grunt. “You are such a deviant!” I said around a laugh.
He looked at me with a playful light in his eyes. “If you think that’s bad, just ask Reid what he did to get in her pants.”
Reid pointed at him, ready to defend himself. “That was one time, dude, and it didn’t even total the car.” They both dissolved into a fit of laughter while I was left reeling.
I realized it was a habitual thing for these two to sleep with the same woman. Was this a game to them? A competition to see who could get me to sleep with them first? At first, I hadn’t realized they were using me as some sort of prize to be gained.
I felt myself flush with shame for not seeing it sooner. Of course, they didn’t want to spend time with me because they actually liked me. I was an easy target. Feeling stupid, I tried to get up, but they just pulled me back down.
“What’s wrong, bunny? Are you upset because we are talking about other women? Becca happened years ago, we haven’t seen her since she left for a job in Colorado six years ago,” Reid assured, concern written all over his face.
I didn’t know what came over me at that moment. Maybe I was still carrying some residual anger left over from my conversation with Tom the other night.
I snapped my head in his direction, narrowing my eyes. “I’m not upset, I’m pissed off! What? Did you think it would be easy to fuck with the sad, fat, old lady next door? See who could get me in bed first? Bet you were pretty happy with yourself for getting as far as you did, huh?”
Huffing, I tried to stand up again only to have Reid grab me and pull me into his lap. I tried squirming away from him, but all that led to was me rubbing my ass against his crotch.
He grunted as he held me tighter. “Keep rubbing yourself against me like that and it won’t be a mystery as to who is going to be fucking you first, bunny. Hold still,” he commanded firmly against my ear. “I understand you’re angry right now, but if I ever hear you talk about yourself like that again, I’m going to take you over my knee and spank that attitude right out of your juicy ass.”
That got me to stop fighting him. I pushed my hair out of my face. When I opened my mouth to say something snarky about where he could shove that attitude, Heath grabbed my chin, making me face him. “Is that what you think this is, Kate? A game?” he asked.
Tears pricked the back of my eyes. I wouldn’t cry in front of them, further making a fool of myself. “Well, it sure seems that way to me. I didn’t realize you guys liked to try to fuck the same woman, like some sort of competition. I’ve been confused about this whole situation from the beginning. Now I just feel so stupid for not figuring it out sooner.” How could I just let them keep taking turns kissing me? What was I thinking?
A look of confusion crossed Heath’s face, and then he looked up at Reid. I could feel Reid chuckling against me as Heath started to smile. That just pissed me off further. I squirmed again, trying to get up. “You guys don’t have to be so cruel. Let me go so I can call an Uber and start looking for a new apartment.”
I knew I should have just steered clear of them. Now I had to find a new place to live where I wouldn’t feel shame every time I walked past their door.
Reid pushed his face into my neck, and I hated the way I wanted to lean in to keep the contact. “If you think I’m going to let you go, you can just forget it. And you are most definitely not moving,” he rasped as he ground his erection on my ass.
The tears pricking my eyes were about to spill over now. My voice wobbled when I spoke again. “I don’t understand any of this.”
Heath reached for my cheek, rubbing away a stray tear with his thumb. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. We should have told you sooner. We kinda just assumed you knew what was going on here. But now I can see how new you are to all of this.” He gestured between the three of us. “Reid and I don’t compete for the same woman.” His stare turned molten now. “We like to share.”
I was taken aback for a moment. “Share? As in I split my time with both of you? I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Heath. What if someone gets jealous? I would hate to come between you guys like that.”
Reid turned my head, making me look at him. “That’s exactly what we want you to do, bunny, come between us,” he said with a wicked smile that had me going soft for him.
Heath drew my attention back to him when he said, “What Reid means is that we like to fuck our women…” Pausing, he looked at Reid and then back at me. “Together, at the same time.”
I sat there, unable to move and stunned into silence. Only a singular thought ran through my head.I am so fucked.
Chapter Seven
The truck ride home was a quiet one. The boys must have known I needed the silence to think about the bomb they’d just dropped. I could feel Heath looking over at me every so often, almost like it was killing him not to ask me if I was okay.
I was relieved they didn’t view me as a game, but what was I supposed to say? I would’ve been lying if I said the idea didn’t make me all hot and soft in a certain part of my anatomy. What was wrong with me? This was completely ridiculous. I’d only had sex with one person in my entire life, and there was no kink involved at all.