Page 56 of The Final Straw

How could they not love her? She’s the perfect woman.

My eyes lock in on her ass, her leggings hugging it as she bends over to retrieve her ball from the hole. My hand goes to my cock, gripping and adjusting it. There’s no way I want anyone to see my hard-on. I take a second look over at the guys and their eyes are also locked on her ass as they adjust themselves.

“Okay boys, the next hole is the last one and I’m whooping all three of your asses.”

“I see our Ollie isn’t a graceful winner.” Kipp chuckles.

“She isn’t. You don’t even want to see her on a game night at home. She’s ruthless,” I add in, amazed at how easy today has been.

We’ve all had our hands on her in some way, even giving her soft kisses, and strangely, it hasn’t bothered me as much as I thought it would.

“Don’t be haters because you’re not as skilled as me,” she gloats, and we all laugh.

Today has been good.

We finish up the last hole and watch as Olivia does the most uncoordinated winner’s dance I’ve ever seen.

Could this be our life? Could we be able to coexist harmoniously in this type of relationship?

“Okay, Van’s taking me home to shower, then we’re going to meet at Calvani’s in two hours for dinner. After that, I need to go do a boudoir shoot for a new client.”

“Sounds good.” Kipp steps up to her, slipping his arms around her waist, and pressing his lips to hers.

She lets out a little moan. Grady steps up to their side, slipping an arm behind each of their backs. Kipp and Olivia break apart and Grady takes her mouth with his.

Fuck, this shit has me turned on. What the fuck is wrong with me? That’s my girl and I’m fucking getting hard watching the three of them make out.

Maybe, and that’s a big maybe, I can do this. I can have the girl even if I have to share her.

“Okay, we need to go if we’re going to make the reservation,” I remind them.

Kipp and Grady step back from her and interlock their hands. “See the two of you in a little bit.”

Stepping over to Olivia, I place my hand on her back and guide her out the door of the building.

We part ways as we exit. Kipp and Grady go to the right and Olivia and I go left toward my truck.

Once we’re inside, I let out a sigh. I’m alone with her again and fuck I want her.

“Hey, do you want to just shower at my house?” she asks. “You still have some clothes there, but I’m sure you still have your emergency bag in the back in the toolbox with spare clothes.”

I shake my head because Olivia knows me so well.

“I’d love that.” Reaching across the console, I squeeze her hand.. This feels so right, like home. We belong together.

It doesn’t take long to get to her apartment from where we played mini golf. Pulling up to the curb, I push the gear into park and turn it off.

“Shall we shower?” she jokes, opening the door and stepping onto the sidewalk.

I don’t say a word as I get out, walking to the back and unlocking the toolbox.

We head inside, hand in hand, she opens the door and drops her keys in the basket on the table just inside of it. “We’ll need to drive separately to dinner, since I have that shoot.”

She starts walking toward her bedroom, pulling her shirt over her head as she goes, leaving me standing there in bewilderment.

“Are you coming?” She looks over her shoulder.

“You want me to shower with you?”

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