Page 8 of Shared With His Friends
Breaking the lock he has on my eyes, I snag my glasses off the table, wipe them on my black T-shirt before putting themon, and tuck one of my lip rings under my teeth, chewing on it carefully. “How long do I have to stay here?”
“Until baddie gets a baby,” he says, straightening up to his full height with his hands on his hips.
Dane zips up the girl’s dress and helps straighten her hair. She gives me a cursory, guilty glance like we didn’t just fuck and make out. Being in her cunt was fine. Good, actually. First time I’d gotten that close to Dane’s cock. But the warmth I felt with her curves spilling onto my body afterward… I shouldn’t have kissed her. It’s making me feel things that I can’t explain, and I don’t want to stop and think about them.
“Jet, what if I don’t want to give her a fucking baby.”
“I guess Dr. Jameson would be sad to hear about what his son’s been up to at school.”
Dane’s arm slips around Amber’s waist, and she folds herself into him, the sight of it causing some weird tightening in the back of my throat.
Through clenched teeth, I say to the room, “Sure, Jet. I’ll stay. Can I at least go get my stuff?”
With a sudden broad, relaxed smile, he says, “Oh, don’t worry about that. I’ll have one of the staff bring everything you need over here. Same for your stuff, too, baddie.” In a few steps, he snatches his woman away from Dane and kisses her deeply on the mouth. Not deeply. Possessively. Dane’s arms drop to his side. Shoulders slumping, he sidesteps them, hurrying to the back hall of the house. Following him, my shoulder bumps Jet’s sharp one as Amber tries to struggle out of his firm hold on her.
“I’m happy to stay, Jet. Thanks for the invite,” Wade says while grabbing a bag of chips from the side table, opening them like a gorilla with a pop. Squeezing the bag, some fly out onto his hairy chest, but he snags them, and crunches loudly with his mouth open.
Dane’s halfway up the stairs by the time I reach him, but I sprint to catch up. “Hey!”
His dirty-blond hair is a disheveled mess, and he only affords me a side look before continuing toward his room. Grabbing his thick bicep, I turn him until his back smacks the gray-painted wall, then block him in with an arm on either side of his head, my nose an inch from his.
“Don’t act like you didn’tloveevery fucking second our cocks were together. You came all over me, captain.”
With an inhale, his broad chest rises between us. “We had one kiss, Ash. One. While drunk. And youknowhow I feel about her…” Blue eyes dart to the side before greeting my face again. “Jet doesn’t deserve her.”
The pain his confession causes hurts worse than my father’s lashes. Little, scared captain is trying to belittle what happened between us that night. Problem is, I’ve known about his crush on that bitch for a year, and it’s torn me up inside that he can’t admit he gets fucking rock hard over me, too. “One kiss, huh? When drunk?”
My skin burns where his large palms grip my hips under my shirt like he’s going to shove me away. But before he does, my long fingers grip his jaw, then I crush my lips to his with burning desire, my other hand grasping at the back of his head to keep him with me. His reach around my waist and, instead of pushing, grip my ass to pull me into him. A firm, hard length pokes into mine.
Grinding my pelvis against his, a tiny moan escapes his mouth as he grabs a sip of air between our frenzied passion. Forcing my face away from his, I gaze at him with one eye narrowed. “Now… that’stwoand we weren’t drunk.” Leaning in to speak into his ear, I drop my voice to a deep octave. “Tell me you don’t want me, captain.”
Ragged breaths escape before his lips brush my neck, my cock raging hard at the sensation. “Ash.”
With a smile, I straighten to look into his worried face. “Yeah, baby.”
“I want her, too.”
Taking a step back, I use my thumb and forefinger to gather up some saliva off my bruised lip. Nodding at him, I say, “I know, Dane.” Then, I turn and walk toward my room, the one I stay in when I’m here, my new home. It feels powerful to walk away fromhimfor once.
My neurons aren’t quite sure how to deal with the man I’m crazy about being so into someone else. I was stupid to think I’d get some radically straight boy drunk, throw some moves on him and he’d suddenly be into it, give up his dreams of Amber with a white picket fence. I get it, I mean… he’s really the first guy I’ve ever wanted in some way other than sexually.
I’ve gotten my dick sucked by a frat boy once at a party, in front of Dane ironically. And there was one time Jet and I jerked off together watching porn, but otherwise, I’m just as much of a bisexual newb as captain.
But I want more.
And that’s all that keeps roaming through my thoughts even at 3 a.m. It’s not that the bed’s uncomfortable; it’s just that all I can think about is Dane over there in his room alone (I hope) and saying he wants her “too.” That, to me, means hedoeswant me. But he wants her more.
Can I be okay with sharing him? With a woman? I was perfectly happy earlier when we were inside her together. The feel of her sopping, wet cunt hugging both of us was an experience I never knew I needed until it happened.
In fact, it was one of the first times sex feltright. Like I had Dane with me, and we were held together by her… Despite me trying to play it off, I think I want that again. And it’s tooconfusing to understand if it’s just Dane being there, or if Amber had something to do with it.
Her vulnerability that no one else seems to see but me. And probably Dane.
I can’t sleep. With a frustrated kick, the sheets spill onto the floor and I get up, tugging on some sweatpants I found in the dresser before bedtime. His staff better have my stuff here tomorrow—today. Padding downstairs, a dim light sneaks down the hallway from the kitchen. When I approach, the refrigerator door illuminates Amber’s perfectly injected ass bending in front of the electric glow only covered by one of Jet’s T-shirts. She quickly straightens when she hears me approach.
“Couldn’t sleep?” I ask.
Her long, blonde strands dance as she shakes her head rapidly. With her hair down, she looks less fierce and more innocent. “No. You couldn’t either?”
