Page 53 of Just Breathe

“I know, but can you blame me for wanting more? You guys are amazing and I know what I agreed to, but I can’t help what I feel.” She leaned closer to me like she was going to press into me again, but she stopped short when I scowled at her.

“Candy, we just talked about this. See, this is why we had to remind you of our deal, because this is not what we want. If you can’t handle the sex, then we should just stop this. It will not end well if we keep doing this and leading you on.” I felt myself getting more drunk with each minute passing. I needed to get away from Candy before I did something really fucking stupid.

“Nathan, you know it’s hard to resist men like you,” she purred, not having moved away. “I love when you guys share me. I wish we did it more often.”

I looked down at her, pouting again. The alcohol was catching up to me really quickly, making things feel unbalanced. Fuck, why did I always make the worst decisions at the worst time? I looked at her mouth again and imagined her sucking my dick. The image of Candy didn’t last long and Jane invaded my thoughts, her sweet mouth going up and down on me.

I groaned at the visual. A pair of lips settled against my neck, kissing me, my hands finding hips and bringing them closer to me. “I knew you would come around,” a voice whispered in my ear. My eyes snapped open, it hit me like the world was shifting.

“What the fuck, Nathan?” I heard the voice say again. My limbs felt heavy, my vision blurred, and I did not know what the fuck was going on. “Maybe we should go back to my place.”

“No,” I got out, but it sounded more like an oomph.

Whoever was trying to get me to move needed to stop. I leaned into them when the dizziness got worse, making my stomach roll again. I leaned into their neck, closing my eyes, hoping that would help with my dizziness. A moan made me open my eyes again, making everything so much worse. I was fucking trashed.

“What the fuck?” someone growled. “What the fuck are you doing, Candy? Jesus Christ, he’s fucking wasted.”

“I.. I…. was trying to help him, but he got a little frisky.” That annoying voice came back.

“Nate man.” I felt muscular arms grab me so I wasn’t falling over. A small hand cupped my face, making me stay still. Hazel eyes captured my attention, but not before another wave of nausea hit me.

“I’m gonna be sick,” I slurred. Not knowing if I even got what I needed to say out.

“Let’s get him out of here before we get kicked out.” Two sets of shoulders went under my arms.

“He was going to come home with me.” The annoying voice decided to fucking talk again. “One of you can also come. You know I don’t mind being shared by you guys.”

“He’s obviously trashed, so there’s no way I’m going to let him go home with you,” the deep voice said as they moved me.

“Shouldn’t his girlfriend come with us?” a feminine voice said.

“She’s not his girlfriend,” someone snapped at the other voice.

There was a commotion and I think I passed out because next thing I knew, a pair of small hands were on me.

“I don’t think this is just alcohol,” a feminine voice brought me out of my stupor. It was a very nice voice. Not annoying like the other one, but nice that I wouldn’t mind hearing her talk all day.

“He doesn’t do shit like that,” someone growled at the feminine voice.

“Hey don’t be mean,” I tried to say. Was I even talking?

“He’s not even making sense,” the feminine voice snapped back.

“Fuck, I’m serious. He doesn’t do shit like that,” the voice growled again as I felt my body being lugged around.

“Look, all I’m saying is that he’s showing symptom of it. He needs water and…”

I couldn’t do it anymore. The nausea caught up to me, with all the moving, and I threw up with my eyes close.

“Nate, what the fuck, man!”

“Something is not right,” the feminine voice shouted.

“Fuck, we gotta get him home.”

“He needs a hospital,” The feminine voice argued. Just the mention of a hospital made me feel queasy again.

“Is it terrible?” I said, hoping that’s what I actually said.

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