Page 53 of Too Many Beds

“That shit will spoil your dinner,” Mitch says, scraping the floor with the legs of the chair when he joins us at the table. “Don’t want to piss off the chef over there.” He tilts his head in the direction of a whistling Vance.

“Yeah. He’s right.” Ambrose laughs, shoving the Skittles back in his pocket. “We’ll save them for later.”

“And have a movie night like old times?” I ask, the hopefulness in my voice more noticeable than intended.

“Maybe. There isn’t a whole lot of other shit to do here.”

“I can think of a few things,” Mitch says, his voice deepening and eyes wrinkling with humor.

“I’m sure you can, and it’s better you keep those thoughts to yourself, big guy.” Ambrose shoots him a warning with his eyes and Mitch sinks back in his chair, sighing in disappointment. Was he suggesting…? No way. Are these guys all together or something? They haven’t really done much around me, aside from Mitch occasionally eye-fucking everyone in the room. Will they sneak off together later when I’m sleeping? Heat stirs in my groin. Why am I hoping they’ll all hook up while we’re here? Why am I hoping they’ll ask me to join them?

Biting down hard on my tongue, I pull myself from my insane fantasies. I went from wanting one unattainable man, to lustingafter three. But this is just a job for them. Not the time to reenact my favorite porno.

None of us talk until the food is ready. The steak is so fucking tender and juicy between my teeth, and Ambrose and Mitch talk about something I’m unable to follow while Vance is too focused on the food like me. It was a long trip here without food and I eat way quicker than my body has time to process, nearly choking on my last forkful of mashed potatoes.

Ambrose hands me a glass of water. “Easy. The food isn’t going anywhere. We said we’d protect you from danger, not yourself.”

“I’ll be in charge of the mouth to mouth.” Vance smiles around his cup and Mitch barks out a laugh. Ambrose leaves the table first, taking a phone call outside. When the rest of us are done, we clear the table and Mitch helps me with the dishes, showing me a trick for how to get the best shine on a plate. I can’t believe I was so scared of these guys only yesterday. There’s a lot more to them than I realized. I already knew that about Ambrose though, and it’s been good to see a little bit of the old him occasionally come to surface.

“So what are we watching?” Mitch lowers himself into the recliner and Vance sits beside me, practically squishing my leg with his. I don’t move or push him away because his warmth radiates into me like my own personal heater and it’s fucking freezing in the cabin. It’s always been like this during the winter.

“Whatever princess chooses.” Vance wraps an arm around me, dragging a throw blanket over our laps.

“So, what’s it gonna be?” Ambrose stands in front of the TV, looking back at me with the remote in his hand.

“I don’t know. Doesn’t matter to me.”

“Pick something.” Ambrose’s eyes stay on the blank screen this time and he hits the power button.

“Good Girls.”

“That’s a movie?”

“A show.” I shrug. “It’ll keep us busy longer.”

“Sounds good to me.” Vance tightens his hold on me. “Like I said, whatever princess wants. It’s hard saying no to him.” I don’t think he’s talking about the show anymore. His hand slipping between my thighs confirms my assumptions.

“Yeah, alright.” Ambrose finds it on Netflix and hits play, sitting on the other side of me but leaving a large gap between us. And that’s hard to do with three people on a couch. You’d have to be really trying. The distance gnaws at me until I’m distracted by fingers squeezing at the bulge in my pants. Swallowing down a moan, I spread my thighs and my zipper is tugged down after Vance pops the button free.

I press my back harder to the couch, thankful the other guys are paying more attention to the show than us. My cheeks heat and skin tingles as I slip closer to the edge, each touch along my sensitive skin feeling like licking flames.

I bite the insides of my cheeks, fighting back the blooming orgasm, my body struggling not to lose control the harder Vance tugs at me and tightens his grip. Whatever I did last night can’t be so bad if it led me here. Right as I’m about to let go, Vance drags his hand away and smiles. Cheeky bastard knew exactly what he was doing. “I’ll save that in case you want to pay me a late-night visit again.” His warm breath ghosts over my ear and I shiver.

When I look over at Mitch, he’s passed out in the recliner and Ambrose is licking the cream off an Oreo, laughing at something being said on the show. My mind is so fuzzy from my body being denied that nothing around me is clear.

Yawning, I struggle to keep my eyes open. “I think I’m going to head to bed.”

“Yeah, me too,” Ambrose says. “You pick which room you want and I’ll choose the other.”

“I’m stuck on the couch, I guess. We’re switching tomorrow, though.” Vance looks up at Ambrose.

“Fine. We can all switch, except for the princess here.” Ambrose stands up, smiling down at me. “He’s much too precious for any couch or recliner.”

“I agree.” The corner of Vance’s lips turn up. “See you later, princess. Whenever that’ll be.” He squeezes my thigh, letting up when I toss the blanket off me. I pick the room I always stay in when I come here, and Ambrose makes sure I’m okay before heading to his.

Looking around me, I shut the door, wishing there was a lock. It would make it easier to sleep. I can’t have the guys waking up to me riding Vance’s dick in the living room. Panic rises in me the more I think about it happening, and I move a chair from under the corner desk to the door, shoving it under the knob. I’m in a house full of dangerous criminals and it’s me I can’t trust, not them.

Chapter Five

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