Page 136 of Saved By My Buyers

“No, but with Ivan in your group, I’m sure it was hell,” Bee says, playing with my hair as Jack disappears from the room. I can hear him opening the fridge, and my stomach rumbles.

“Hungry?”

“Starving,” I groan. “And yes, he’s a dick. I think he hated everything we worked on, even though it wasn’t half bad by the end. We have a lot of work to do, though.”

“Sullivan texted to tell me that you guys had a rough practice,” Jack says from the kitchen. He’s chopping vegetables, and I sigh at his words. I’m so hungry, I can’t really focus.

“Was that before or after you asked him when I’d be home?” I tease him, guessing that’s what happened, based on Sullivan’s comment about overworking me. Jack’s snort tells me I’m right, and I smirk as I snuggle with Bee.

“Ivan kept making inappropriate comments about how I slept my way into the school. He also called you my ‘daddy’ and was just really gross. A part of me thinks he’s jealous because his musical abilities are different from mine. It ended up working out because he wrote the musical score as I played with Pilar. That’s one of the things that takes me the longest to do.”

“The things I want to do to both of you doesn’t have any business being in a ‘Daddy’ dynamic,” Jack says, rolling his eyes. “I understand Ivan meant it in a derogatory way, but I’ve never wanted to punch a kid the way I want to hit that fuckhead.”

“I was pretty sure Sullivan was close to losing it too,” I sigh. “I also realized something today, should I start calling him Mr. Hayes? I’m the only one at the school that doesn’t.”

I can hear oil sizzling on the stove top, and soon smell meat and veggies being cooked.

“I introduced him as Sullivan, so I can see why you wouldn’t call him by his last name,” Jack says. “I think he’d feel like you’re distancing yourself if you started doing it all of a sudden. It’s hard for him to connect with people, and you won’t hesitate to push back and give him shit. He asked me if he can steal you away during Christmas break for a few hours to play together.”

Smiling, I decide I’d really like that. It’s fun and not stressful to play with Sullivan.

“I think you’re right,” I admit. “And I do want a jam session with Sullivan. There’s a song that’s been giving me trouble that I want to work on. Maybe I’ll be able to figure it out with him. I don’t want to reflect badly on Sullivan.”

“Hey, I doubt that you could,” Bee says. “People are jealous, and their gut instinct is to say that you must have fucked your way into the position you’re in.”

“We all know that you’re talented,” Jack says, just as the rice maker begins to beep. Mmm. Beef and veggie stir fry sounds like the perfect dinner for such a cold day. I can hear him plating, so I get up to help him.

Soon, we’re sitting and eating in the kitchen, and Jack smirks from across the island.

“Dolly and I had a very interesting conversation,” he says. “She wants to watch me fuck your tight little asshole, Bee. Are you up for that?”

Blinking, she gets a dopey smile on her face that’s adorable. “Yes, please,” she murmurs. “Are you going to watch, Dahlia, or do you want to try seeing what it feels like to stretch your ass with a butt plug? It may be different if you’re using it on yourself.”

“That makes sense,” Jack says. “Your call, beautiful. I have toys I’ve been saving in the drawer for the last few months.”

“Like what?” I ask, curiosity getting the best of me as I shift my weight in my seat.

“Well,” Jack says knowingly as his mismatched eyes watch me, “I bought a strap-on because Bee mentioned she wanted to try one, a few different sized butt plugs, two of which vibrate, and two vibrators.”

“You’ve been busy internet shopping,” Bee teases him, impressed.

“I tend to scroll the clock app when I’m bored,” he admits. “One of the clit suckers had a ton of reviews, so I caved and bought it. Imagine all of your holes being filled while you watch me fuck Bee.”

“And then maybe one day I can fuck you, Dahlia,” she says with a wicked grin.

“You’re going to kill me with orgasms,” I whisper with wide eyes.

Jack snickers as he starts to put dishes in the sink and food away in containers for the fridge.

“I’m not hearing a no yet,” he says. “What’s your color, baby?”

“Green,” I rasp, knowing I want to have some fun. I need to get out of my head or I’m just going to stew in my annoyance over practice. Having sex with Jack and Bee seems like the better option.

“I’m going to wash my hands and grab the toys. I’ll find you in the bedroom in a second,” he says. Bee grabs my hand and we grin at each other as we race to the room.

Thankfully, my bedroom isn’t entirely tarnished after finding that email and losing the contents of my lunch less than a week ago. I slept in Jack’s room for a few nights, but the horror is slowly fading. Knowing that Jack’s business partner is assisting also helps.

Bee pulls my shirt over my head and I pull her closer, my arms wrapped around her waist. She tilts her face up so I can kiss her, my hands slowly tangling in the waistband of her shorts, pushing them down.

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