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Why does he have to go with Tru? Why didn’t he offermea ticket? Why didn’t Tru askmeout? Why can’t I go with them? Why is he leaving me behind?
“Hey,” he says, coming out of the bathroom with the sexy smile of his and those kind eyes that have always been there for me. “Sorry about yesterday. I mean what I said, though. I don’t like fighting.”
“Me neither,” I tell him and hug him.
I try not to linger. I never do. But it takes me an extra moment before I let go.
“Are you going off then?”
“Yeah. I’m driving us down there,” he replies, and I nod.
“Cool. Where are you staying?”
“Nightingale Inn. Why?”
I shrug. “Just asking.”
Everett grabs my shoulders and gazes into my eyes.
“Youcancome if you want, you know. Tru would love to have you there. And so would I.”
I roll my eyes and pull away from his touch. If I don’t, I might just say yes and make a mess of everything. Again. I reallyamtired of fighting.
“It’s true,” he says.
“I’m fine. I’ll just do a quest and watch some movies or something,” I say. “Might see if anyone wants to hook up.”
Ev sighs.
“You’ve got two guys who want to hook up with you. Just say the word,” he says.
It’s a tempting thought, for sure. But I can’t.
“Fine. I’m going. Don’t want to leave them waiting. See you tomorrow,” he says, picks up his backpack, and leaves.
I try to get on with my day, to make my coffee and my breakfast protein pancakes, but my phone pings before I get the chance to do either of those things.
It’s a message and a photo from Ev.
I unlock my phone with my thumbprint and almost drop it.
There’s a massive picture of Ev’s dick and Tru sucking him off, the flash of the camera making their eyes red and even more needy. There’s a message typed on the picture sideways in red letters that says, “if you change your mind. Something to whet your appetite.”
What did he do that for? As if it wasn’t hard enough getting rid of my morning glory earlier in bed, now I have to deal with my dick going hard again. Everett’s dick always does it for me. Thick and meaty with the sweetest juices of any guy I’ve ever been with. But the addition of Tru in the picture makes me even more insane.
For them to look at me like that again. For me to have Everett’s cock in my mouth. To be inside Tru again with Everett at the same time.
Goodness gracious. The only way to get rid of it now is to rub it out. And so I do. Standing there at the kitchen counter with the coffeemaker dripping coffee in the jug, filling my nostrils with its aromas, my phone resting on the kitchen surface showing me what could be mine, and my dick in my hand, throbbing and leaking.
My fingers tighten around my length and rub fast, my eyes unable to look at anything but the picture, and I come undone in seconds, my seed spilling all over the cabinet and running down the wooden finish, leaving me relieved yet barely satisfied.
I take my phone in my free hand, lock the screen, and put it face down on the counter before I clean up my mess. Then I pour myself a cup and get on with the rest of my morning with renewed fantasies and a diminished determination to stay on my path.
I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want this again. Tru and Ev. It’s a dangerous feeling. Have I become addicted to them? What the hell am I supposed to do when I live with one of them and he’s dating the other one? How can I detox?
After breakfast, I turn my Playstation on and try to make progress on my brand new multiplayer, action-adventure game, but it can’t hold my interest for long no matter how much I’ve been looking forward to playing it all of last year.
What is wrong with me? Have I become so obsessed with sex with those two that I can’t function like a normal human being anymore? This is crazy.
