Page 28 of Convergence

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest, inadvertently pushing my breasts up.

“Are you not wearing a bra?” Nate asked, his eyes bugging out at my chest. He sat up straight.

“No, I’m in my pajamas,” I muttered.

“Gimme,” he said, reaching towards me with grabby hands.

“No,” I giggled and uncrossed my arms, but went to stand in front of him anyway.

His hands stroked my sides from my hips to my breasts, his thumbs hooking under them before stroking back down to my hips. My nipples didn’t get the memo that I was in emotional distress and pressed against my old t-shirt. I licked my lips.

He hummed and bit down on one of them through the shirt. “You said ‘your guys.’”

“I- I meant guy,” I breathed. Butterflies swarmed in my stomach and core again at his touch.

“You said it more than once,” he said quietly and licked over my cotton covered nipple.

My breath hitched in my throat, and I couldn't think straight. “What?”

“You said that me and Ev were your guys. Both of us. More than once,” he clarified, licking over the other nipple.

“I meant- I-” I stopped to sigh as the licking turned to sucking.

“It’s okay. That’s hot that you liked both of us,” Nate said and looked up to my face from where he was sitting with hooded eyes. “You picked me over the yummy, yummy cowboy.”

I blushed at his teasing and ran my hands through his long hair.

“But you are right. The way Daisy has been with all three of us has been odd, to say the least,” Nate said and let go of my body to slide up to sit against the headboard, leaving room for me. I crawled in and sat next to him. “I’m not sure what she thought she was going to achieve by going after all three of us.”

“I don’t know. I mean, she’s with Everett, right? Why would she need you too?” I asked with a slight pout, resting my hand on his shoulder. I needed to touch him to know for sure he was with me and not her.

“I could think of a few reasons,” Nate chuckled. “In all seriousness, there’s something messed up about it.”

We were both silent, thinking, for a few moments. “How’d she think to text you about that today? When we only started kissing yesterday?”

“Do you think Ev saw us?” I asked, feeling uneasy again.

“No, he would have said something, for sure,” Nate said, considering.

“You think? He doesn’t talk much more than I do,” I said.

“I guess you’re probably right. He either saw us or suspected something. I mean, I was hard as a rock after we made out on the couch. He might have seen it,” Nate laughed.

“Oh my god,” I groaned, embarrassed at the thought of Ev seeing us. Embarrassed but also… excited.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” Nate asked in that deep and rasping voice.

“About what?” I asked innocently.

“About us getting hot and heavy on the couch and Everett coming in and seeing us?” Nate asked, sliding a hand up my bare leg and stopping below my cotton shorts.

I nodded with a deeper blush.

“Does he join us?” Nate rasps and his mouth latches to my neck. I don’t answer because I don’t know what the correct response is. “Or does he stroke himself through his tight cowboy jeans while he watches us?”

I gasp as he pushes my shorts up.

His phone chimes. We both look at it and see Daisy’s name. It chimes again.

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