Page 32 of Between the Stacks

Scott buried his face in my neck, pressing small kisses there, until his lips brushed mine and a wide, goofy grin filled his face. I was sure I wore the same expression, only I couldn’t feel an inch of my body. At some point, Lowe moved and excused himself like the proper, put-together librarian he was, then returned moments later to clean me up, while Scott took a moment of privacy for himself.

I think I fell asleep on them at some point, sated and limp from being thoroughly used, only to wake up to an empty bed and a conversation downstairs. Laughter and a voice I hadn’t realized I’d missed until that moment echoed along the hall before someone knocked on the door and a shadowed form stood at the entryway.

“Wake up, sleepyhead. Daddy’s home.” Just the tone of his voice made my insides ping to life, and a giddiness took over. “I heard you had some fun this afternoon.”

“Don’t be a perv, Jonesy,” Cole said, stepping into the room. “Hey, sweetheart. We grabbed some food. Are you hungry?”

My stomach gave an appreciative growl at the appropriate second. “Yeah, actually I am.”

“Cool, take your time.” He came over to the side of the bed and kissed me, like it was the most normal thing to do. “I enjoy seeing you in my bed.”

“Scott said you might,” I replied. “I’ll be down in a minute.”

“We’ll be waiting.” Cole exited his bedroom and grabbed Jonesy by the arm. “See, told you she was fine. Now, let her get dressed.”

Jonesy huffed, but followed Cole. “Geez, you’re so bossy. Didn’t anyone tell you, you’re supposed to respect your elders?”

I giggled as I sat up in bed, pushing the covers off. While I’d slept, someone had a presence of mind to cover me up, and I was grateful. I tip-toed back to my room to gather my clothes, then took a quick shower to rinse. As it was, I felt a little crusty, if you know what I mean.

Once I was dressed, I followed the guys’ voices, finding them in the TV room. A place I realized, most of their nights were spent either watching sports or playing video games. Tonight was no different, only they had four pizza boxes on the coffee table along with a few different drink choices.

“There she is,” Scott said, “Sleep well, beautiful?”

“You two wore me out.” I grabbed what I wanted then went to the spot I’d made for myself the first night I arrived. “Now, I’m starving.”

“Well, you’re in luck,” Cole said. “Jonesy got us pizza.” Speaking of which, where had Jonesy and Lowe gone?

“They’re talking,” Scott said, as if reading my mind. He’d also made air quotes when he said ‘talking.’ Which meant Lowe and Jonesy weren’t talking at all. That sent a tingle of interest to my aching, well used pussy.

“Ah.” I took a bite of pizza and groaned. “So good.”

“You know we can hear you, right?” Jonesy entered first followed by Lowe who oozed sex appeal and made freshly fucked, look good. He made my heart flutter.

“Not like we’d tried to keep the conversation quiet,” Scott replied.

I snickered before taking another bite of food.

“Well,” Jonesy said, in that teasing way of his, staring at me, “don’t you look freshly fucked.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I grinned. “I was studying all afternoon.”

Lowe snorted while Scott grinned like a fool, pride puffing up his chest.

With a wink, Jonesy took the free chair and grabbed a slice of pizza while Lowe sat next to me, surprising me with his nearness. Was he afraid I’d run? I glanced in his direction as he twisted the cap off his beer before reaching for a slice of meat lover’s. “So, would you like to see the script?”

Excitement built within me as did the anxiety of not knowing a damn thing about what I’d agreed to or what would happen next. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

Lowe smirked, placing his slice back in the box before cleaning off his fingers. “Then you’re in for a treat.” He brushedhis lips across my temple and grabbed a packet of paper I hadn’t seen when I first sat down. “Here you go.”

I looked at the cover and grinned. How apropos of a title.Between the Stacks.I liked it. By the title alone, I knew it’d be good, and we’d have fun.

“Let’s get to work then.”

Lyra

The plan was two-fold.For everything to go well, we had to do everything in five takes or fewer. Less was preferred. Scotty was going to be our cameraman since he did everything when he and Cole cammed in their room. Quality and lighting would come later in the editing, because we couldn’t get caught.

At any cost.

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