Page 88 of Saved By My Buyers

I struggle not to break any traffic laws on the way home, even though I have a feeling my team is following me via the traffic cameras. I was in a big hurry when I left the office, they’ll worry.

As I pull into the underground parking lot, my phone flashes with a message. I wait until I’m parked before I check it, chuckling under my breath when I see who it is.

Lorrie:

You blew through a red light there, boss. We took care of that for you. Glad you made it home!

Texting back a response quickly of thanks, I turn off the truck and get out to go up to my apartment. My mind whirls with thoughts about what’s possible now. Dolly can go back to school, pick up the pieces of her life, maybe even get married to Bee and I.

It won’t be legal, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.

There are some things we need to work through before we get there though. Going up the elevator, I think about all the fun experiences and milestones we’re going to get to experience now that she’s with us again.

Shit, I need to talk to her about how public my life can sometimes be. I don’t want to get too ahead of myself, but it is a concern. Since Bee was also hiding away from her father because she was underage, I didn’t have her with me at any events until after she turned eighteen.

Bee makes a great date, and keeps away the men and women from hitting on me. It may have been shitty of me, but we pretended she was my cousin. The truth is so much juicier. I need to figure out how public Bee and Dolly want to be when we hit that point.

Shaking out my hands, I realize I’m really fucking nervous. What if I fuck it up? I want Dolly to enjoy her first time, and take back her pleasure in sexual experiences. She just had her first orgasm for fucks sake.

Jesus, I’m spiraling. I need to stop, or she’s going to feel my energy and get worried. Crossing the hall to my apartment, I turn the lock with my key, letting myself in. Dolly is curled up on the couch, looking out at the skyline as she sips her coffee. I’m glad she’s awake.

The Dolly I remember is difficult to get up in the mornings.

Her eyes move over to me, but there’s no panic. Watching her flip out about something like going out to dinner hurt my heart. Now, she can worry less. Dahlia Moore is dead for all intents and purposes.

And, when we finally find a way to bury Gareth, we’ll see how Dolly wants to handle her identity.

“Good morning,” I murmur, closing the door behind me and locking it. “Sleep okay?”

Bee and I snuck out of bed so Dolly could sleep in longer. A part of me is hoping she didn’t have a nightmare while we were gone. While I haven’t seen much evidence of them, she’s in a new place, and that change can trigger past trauma in the form of nightmares.

I find myself reading some of Bee’s textbooks sometimes, okay?

“I actually did,” she says with a soft smile. “I missed you two.”

“Well, now you don’t have to miss me,” I murmur, tossing my keys into the tray by the door before walking toward her. “I’m all yours for the day. Bee is claiming you when she gets home.”

“Is that how this is going to be?” she asks, chewing the inside of her bottom lip as she watches me come closer. My hand slides under her legs and the other behind her back smoothly, lifting her into my arms.

Dolly snuggles against my chest with a content smile, taking another sip of coffee. Her question lays heavy on my mind, and I think about it as I walk to our shared room.

“Is that so hard to believe, baby?” I ask. I’m unclear if she’s simply asking just to ask, or if she really feels squirrely and uncomfortable about it. “I’m very excited to share you with your best friend and girlfriend.”

Dolly’s arms erupt in goosebumps at my words, and I brush my lips against her temple.

“It’s not hard to believe when you say it like that,” she murmurs. “There’s been no jealousy, and everything has been going so well.”

“Mmhmm,” I murmur, stopping in the doorway of the room while she finishes her last sip of coffee.

“Polyamorous relationships are more accepted and popular than you’d think, especially when your heart is large enough to love multiple people. You’ve loved Bee since you were fifteen years old, Dolly. You probably aren’t where you can say you love me and that’s fine?—”

“Don’t put words in my mouth,” she says stubbornly as I walk into the room. Taking her mug, I put it on the nightstand. “Stop fishing. I don’t want to feel as if I have to say it. When I tell you I love you, I want to surprise you.”

Tossing the minx onto the mattress, I smirk at her squeal. “I just so happen to enjoy surprises,” I murmur, toeing off my shoes. I went casual today with a pair of jeans and a black tank-top.

I love watching Dolly’s eyes roam over my tattoos, and I don’t miss the way her gaze caresses the fresh tattoos I wrapped with an adhesive clear bandage. I’m as careful about my ink aftercare as I am my lovers’.

Unsnapping the button on my jeans, I leave them that way as I crawl to her on the bed. She swallows thickly as she watches me, her eyes hooding as I come closer. I have no pride when it comes to her. I’ll gladly slide over fucking glass for the honor of touching her.

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