Page 41 of Me Three
I order tacos for lunch and try to watch a movie. I’m successful, for a little while. Until I look at my phone again and I open Ev’s message instinctively to look at it again.
They must be there by now. Have they checked in yet? What are they doing until the exhibition later in the evening? Do they really want me there?
When the credits roll and I don’t even know what happened in the movie, I make up my mind. I jump in the shower, pack a bag, and go to my car.
Fuck it.
Who cares anymore? Maybe I just need to fuck them out of my system for the function to return to my mind and body. And even if that doesn’t, at least I get to be with both of them again. And fuck it. If it ends in disaster, it ends in disaster.
Besides, Tru has already picked Ev; I’m just the third wheel. And I’m happy going forward knowing that’s the case. Even if it doesn’t sit well with me while I’m behind the wheel. I’ve never wanted two people before. Hell, things have gone to shit when I wanted one person. I’m sure wanting two isn’t going to increase my chances. But I’m done caring for now. I just want to fuck and be fucked and be with them until I can’t anymore. Until I become a burden and they want rid of me.
Maybe I’ll be able to admit this goes beyond being desperate for benefits in the process. Maybe I’ll be able to say what I’ve held captive inside my subconscious for way too long.
That I’ll be able to admit I’m in love with Everett so I can start the healing process.
I’ve been so stupid. Thinking being best friend with benefits was gonna help me fuck the feelings out. If anything, it’s made me more dependable on him. Heck, I haven’t even fucked anyone other than the two of them since the first time we hooked up. If that isn’t a clue, I don’t know what is.
I park the car at the hotel and walk to reception asking for Everett’s and Tru’s room, and soon I’m on my way to the seventh floor thinking I’ve got it all figured out in my head. What I’m going to say. What we’re going to do. How I’m going to deal with this.
But then I knock on the door and it opens, and Tru stands there, fully dressed in an androgynous suit that makes them look like a fallen angel, and I’m lost for words again.
“Carter! You changed your mind!” they say.
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Tru
Everett told me he extended the offer to Carter, but after everything, I didn’t think I’d be seeing him in our hotel room in Virginia Beach.
I’m so happy he came, but at the same time, I don’t want to show it too much because I don’t want Everett to feel like I wasn’t as excited to just be with him. When I think about it, I guess that runs the risk of making Carter think I don’t like him as much as his best friend.
Maybe I can spend the weekend reassuring them both I’m equally desperate and infatuated with the both of them. I’ve never experienced such a strong need to be with two people, but it feels right. At least for me. Hopefully, they do, too, and they don’t look at each other competitively. If only I could convince Everett to admit his true feelings for Carter, it would make things easier, but that’s not going to happen, is it? At least not yet.
“Carter,” Ev says when he sees him, and his smile widens. “What made you change your mind?”
The smirk he gives his friend should be illegal, especially considering how red it makes Carter.
“I should have called. Oh God, I should have called, right?” he says, looking from one to the other.
“Nonsense. There’s plenty of space for all of us here,” I say, and Ev agrees.
“I told you we’d be here if you changed your mind.” He grins at Carter.
“Oh, I… I’ve got my own room, so… I don’t wanna disturb—”
“Listen to me, Mr. Walker,” I say and walk over to him to grab his face and make him look me in the eyes. “You arenotsleeping away from us. Not that I was planning on doing lots of sleeping. But you’re staying here so I can suck both of you all night long. Understood?”
He nods a little shyly, and it takes my everything not to wrap my arms around him and whisper sweet nothings in his ear.
“Yes,” he says.
“Good. Now that’s sorted, how about you get ready for the exhibition?” I say.
Carter looks from me to Everett before putting his bag down hesitantly and undoing the zip.
“Okay,” he says. “But if you prefer to just go alone with Everett, that’s fine.”
I close the distance between him and me and put my hands around his waist forcing him to look at me.
