Page 6 of Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

Chapter 3

Tango

(11 months ago)

Amy Webber breezed into our world at the clubhouse two weeks after we met her, and she quickly managed to charm everyone here. Granted, no one really understood quite what to make of who she was with or why she was there since she definitely flirted with all three of us in the WTF crew, but what she didn’t do was tolerate come-ons or flirting from anyone else. She wouldn’t flirt or carry on with anyone else either. Both Whiskey and Fox were gone for the girl already, and I was just waiting to see how that dynamic played out for all of them.

The first day she came to visit us, I joined in, and we had a replay of the night we’d all met her. It was definitely an interesting time, and I got off in her hot little mouth again, but that’s where it ended for me. I still wasn’t ready to engage with another woman in any more of an intimate way. If you could call sharing a woman with two other guys and blowing your load in her mouth intimate.

“Hey, T!” Amy called out as I was eating my breakfast in the kitchen. I thought I’d had the place to myself this morning since most of the guys were partying pretty hard last night, but I’d forgotten that the trio of Whiskey, Amy, and Fox had crashed a bit earlier. Well, crashed probably wasn’t the word, but they weren’t drinking anymore at least.

“Amy,” I called out after I swallowed my bite.

She glanced at me in an odd way, but then sat down across from me at the table and reached over to steal my toast. “Are you upset with me?” Her eyes were clear, and didn’t look accusatory, just curious.

“Nope, why would you think that?” I asked, giving her all of my attention while I put my hungry stomach on hold.

“I just…” She stopped and hesitated a moment. “Well, you’ve only joined us the once since I’ve been here. I was just wondering if I did something to piss you off.”

I smiled at her. “No, you haven’t done anything. I’m not upset with anyone. It’s just not always my scene. I’m cool with the once in a while group event, but for the most part, I keep to myself.”

“If you want it to be just the two of us one night, I’m sure the other guys wouldn’t mind,” she told me with a hopeful lilt to her voice.

Again, I simply smiled at her, but inside I was trying to figure out what it was she really wanted. “That’s not going to happen either,” I told her honestly. “I don’t mind joining in with you guys once in a while, but being with a woman one on one isn’t really in the cards for me right now.”

She poked her lip out in a mock pout. “It’s because you’re ex-girlfriend did a real number on you, huh?” She tossed out casually. I said nothing, narrowing my eyes slightly as she continued speaking. “The guys told me about what happened, and said that you probably wouldn’t be into doing much because of it.” Those mother fuckers. Amy was a nice girl, but we really didn’t know her, and I didn’t appreciate them sharing my history with her. I didn’t even realize I had balled my fist up around my fork so tight that my knuckles were starting to turn white until a small, soft hand closed around them. “I didn’t mean to make you mad. I’m just trying to understand, and maybe help get you to move past what she did.”

“I don’t need a goddamn therapy session,” I grouched out. “Whiskey and Fox need to keep their fucking mouths shut about shit that ain’t there’s to tell,” I added as the two bastards in questions walked into the kitchen together. They stilled at my tone, and then glanced at Amy to make sure she was okay.

“You don’t speak to her with that tone,” Whiskey called out. I huffed out a laugh that held no humor.

“I was speaking to you with that last bit, you big-mouthed fucker. My business is just that! Mine! Don’t appreciate the two of you telling it to a stranger.” When Fox attempted to butt in at that point I narrowed my eyes further at him. “No! Just because you’ve fucked a few times doesn’t make her anything more than a person you’re fucking and getting to know. She doesn’t get my past, my present, or my future unless I’m the one giving it. We clear?” They both nodded, looking contrite. I just stood pushed my plate away, and walked out of the room. There were times when it was best to get some space and some air.

~ Later that night ~

“It wasn’t my intention to piss you off after you said you were all good earlier,” Amy said as she brought me a beer, most likely as a peace offering.

“Don’t worry about it. I was just pissed at my boys for running their mouths. Never was angry with you for something that wasn’t your doing.” She was looking beautiful tonight. Her red hair was pulled up in some sort of loose messy bun thing on her head with a few long curls breaking free to fall around her face. Her lips were a cherry red and her pretty blue eyes were rimmed in a gray liner that made the color in them pop. I had a hard time taking in the rest of her when her gorgeous face commanded so much attention, but her c-cup breast were being hugged by a form-fitting gray sweater dress that was also doing amazing things for her ass despite her smaller stature and narrow hips. She definitely knew how to play up the assets that worked best for her.

“You think you’ll join us tonight?” She asked quietly.

I just shrugged my shoulders. “Guess it depends on how I feel later. Not exactly feeling the warm and fuzzies for the guys right now, so it might be awkward with me there.”

“But you’re never really there for them anyway. They get off on being there together as much as they get off on me. I don’t think that’s the case with you.”

“Well, I’m not going to tell you I don’t enjoy watching, because I definitely do. It’s like live porn that you get to join in on.” I winked at her with my response to help make light of the statement I made.

She grinned. “Yeah, I guess it is that. Still, I think you’re different.”

“Maybe so, but I’m not the different that is going to come busting in and take you away from them for a one on one relationship if that’s what you’re gunning for,” I told her while looking her in the eye to be sure I caught her response.

“That’s good, because I don’t want that. I just think we all work well together, and you’re all close, so I thought you were like one big package deal. I’m okay with that. I can’t for the life of me explain why, because I’ve never done anything like it in my life, but when we’re all together it just feels right. You know?”

I didn’t really respond to that other than to nod my head. I understood where she was coming from. It felt right to her, I wasn’t about to judge, especially since I’d participated a couple times already, but I also knew it wasn’t something I would be doing indefinitely either. I wasn’t ready for a real relationship with a woman again, yet, but one day I would be and I sure as fuck wasn’t going to be sharing her with anyone else.

“When do you go back to school?” I finally asked, changing the subject.

“I see what you did there, but I’ll let it go, for now. I have two glorious months off before I have to go back. It’ll be my last semester too. So, once winter rolls around, I will officially be able to cut and style anyone’s hair.” She laughed.

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