Page 169 of Bride of Choice

Gopher barked something at Odix harshly that had the barrel chested beast grumbling unhappily, to bare his teeth at the slimmer beast.

Standing, they advanced on each other, until they were snarling at each other with me sandwiched between.

“Ladies! Ladies!” Squishing my hands up between them to put a hand on each of their chests and push, they paused in their snarl match, took in the knock it off or I’ll brain you both look on my face, and then snapped something at each other in unison that just set them off again. “English please!”

“Odix do it,” Odix growled, easily switching.

“I do it,” Gopher insisted.

“You broke. Odix better choice.”

“Go too fast. Won’t make it in Jo even if has all the help!” Gopher shot back.

Spluttering, incredulous, I put my foot in my mouth on this one when I blurted, “My god, you can both do it!” Realizing what I’d just suggested, I gaped and blinked. The fuck…

“Odix go first,” the prince of cake grumbled.

“Gopher mate first. Gopher go first,” the real slim Yeti insisted.

“Odix being first mate. Odix go first!”

And on and on they went,

Not about to bark that they could both go first, I muttered, “There’s always Rock, Paper, Scissors?”

“What this? Like fight?” Odix grunted out, looking up to the challenge as he sized Gopher up.

“NO!” Giving both a nudge until they put some space between them, I gave a quick run through of the game, but this didn’t seem to satisfy either of them.

Thinking about the size of their clubs, I had to throw another wrench in the works. “Does anybody have lube? Because there is just no way any of this is going to work, thinking to slide right home at the very last minute with those third arms y’all got swinging.”

“Odix first mate. Odix go second.” Walking back on his insistence of moments before, I gave him a funny look at that one. Not that I was complaining or anything but, “May I ask why?”

Snatching up the designated snatch vegetable off the bed, he held it up. “Odix… help.”

Gopher growled softly under his breath, sounding like he’d wished he’d thought of that first, but grumbled, “Fine.”

The urge to laugh filled me. This sounded more like we were trying to choreograph a porn scene.

Admittedly curious if we could even pull this off, and not without my own reservations about all this, unless I was going to give in to Rek’s arm twisting and be his good little doormat while he terrorized the rest of my semi-harem, this was our best option, all things considered.

“You don’t have to do this,” I reminded both of them. My hands went to the waistband of my leggings but I hesitated.

“Want to,” they grumbled in unison.

“How are we on the whole lube thing?” I muttered, slipping my leggings off, leaving me in a hoodie and panties.

Ignoring the twin rumbles issuing at the sight of my Wookiee lookin’ legs , I glanced around.

Frowning, Gopher admitted, “No lube.”

“Shit.” Nibbling at my lower lip, my gaze darted to the furry pole pointing at me from between his legs. Someone was very happy to see me. “I would offer to help you wet that whistle but…” We both knew it would trigger that other side of him.

Reaching over me, Odix grabbed Gopher by the throat. When Gopher flailed and went to claw his hand away, he snatched both of Gopher’s up one-handedly and gripped them in his huge mitt of a paw. Gopher could try to struggle, but unless he wanted to risk hurting me in the process, he was pretty well handled.

“Odix watch. Gopher be good. Kiss. Make wet.”

A shiver kissed its way up my spine thinking about him watching, but this wasn’t the time. “Are you okay with this?” I asked Gopher, who glared at Odix but nodded.

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