Page 53 of Give Me What I Want

“You look lovely, boo. Now move your ass, I need to get past.” Mav shoved me lightly and I stepped forward, giving him space to pass me by. I watched him curiously as he produced Bea’s key and unlocked the drawer of the bedside table. He tugged it open, revealing a handful of brightly coloured toys, a couple of bottles of lube, and something I hadn’t seen in there when she had last opened it in front of me.

Mav picked up the silver balls, held together on a string, a loop hanging from his finger, and he grinned.

“What’cha got there?” I asked, leaning against the mirror.

He spun them around his finger, the balls making a loud clacking noise as they collided with each other. “Jiggle balls, bought them when we were back in Germany.”

He locked the drawer, pocketed the key, then squeezed past me again. “Wanna help me with them?”

Blinking a couple of times, I took in his question. “Aren’t they meant for ladies?”

Mav laughed, a full roar of amusement. He hadn’t laughed since the funeral, his mood constantly yo-yoing, as we had all expected. It was nice to hear that sound again, even if I didn’t know how long it would last. I took every moment of his happiness and drank it up like a glass of cool milk.

“Yes, they are, so do you want to help?”

“Bro.” I pushed away from the wall, giving him a concerned look. “You’re no lady.”

“No shit. Did you think I wanted you to shove them up my ass?” he asked, toying with the balls and giving them a curious inspection.

“Maybe,” I confessed, stepping closer and examining them myself. I’d never had anything in my ass, not even a finger, although one girl had tried. Mav had had plenty of experience with that though, fingers, cocks, maybe other things, I wasn’t sure, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever want to know.

The turning point in our friendship had been the moment I had walked in on him balls-deep in a guy from our college class. The next day I had seen him with his cock down some theatre girl’s throat in one of the rehearsal rooms. And that evening, from the other side of a party, I had witnessed him with his tongue in Cam Poole’s mouth. I hadn’t judged, and he had decided that he didn’t hate me anymore. It had taken more than that for us to bond, but when he had hunted me down, and told me that it was cool of me to not go around saying shit about him, that he’d have deserved it for the way he had treated me all through school, I knew that something would blossom between us.

One of the best damn friendships in the world.

Enemies to besties.

“Boo, we’re close, but if anyone is shoving anything up my ass from now on, it’ll be her.” He stared through the open door, his gaze locking on Bea as she made her and her best friend a fresh cuppa. He stared at her like the world started and ended with her, and my heart sank to my stomach.

“It’s only her for you now, isn’t it?” I asked him quietly.

“Annoyingly, yes.” He sighed, his eyes rolling then meeting mine. “You feel that too, right?”

“Annoyingly,” I replied with a forced laugh.

“So does Ro. You can see it when he looks at her, even when he’s mad at her, it’s in his eyes. Does it scare you, boo?”

It was as though he was inside my head, digging out all of the questions I had been wanting to ask him for too long, but had put off because, well, it wasn’t very ‘bright side’ of me.

“Yes,” I whispered, not really wanting to confess that truth. But it did scare me, because one day she’d have to pick between us, and on that day, she’d break at least two hearts, and we’d have to power on through as though everything was fine, because there wasn’t a chance in hell that any of us would let this band fall apart over that. We’d force ourselves to be happy until it felt real.

“That’s why I never push her to talk about what we’re all doing. I don’t want her to overthink and make a choice. I’m not ready for her to make a choice.” His voice wobbled as he dropped his gaze to the floor. “Cole, please don’t try to speak to her about any of it. I know it bothers you not knowing where we all stand, but I’m not ready. I won’t handle it, no matter what her choice is.” A tear rolled down his cheek, and he swallowed hard, loud, his throat bobbing over and over.

He sniffed and shook his head, blinking hard until the tears had cleared his eyes and he could pull his lips into a small smile. “Please?” he asked, his tone even and flat.

“Of course,” I choked, blinking too and shaking my entire body off until the feelings of pity and sadness rolled off of me, replaced with intrigue and excitement as I eyed the balls still in his hand. “So, you want me to help you put them inside her?”

He looked at them too, then at her, his smile growing. “Imagine how wet she’ll be after the show if she’s wearing these. I say we pin her down, wind her up, put these in, and then give her the show of her life. What is it she likes the most? Fast drumbeats? My solo’s? I can’t believe you knew about her little kink all this time and didn’t tell anyone.” He shook his head at me.

“She loves it all. The louder, faster, and heavier the better. Also, I think Ro’s voice is starting to do it for her too.”

“Perfect. Then, I reckon it’s about time we relived that first night, don’t you?” Mav asked, and I had to agree. I loved having her all to myself whenever we slept together, but that first night for Mav and I, when we had all fucked her and filled her, it had been an experience I had been dying for her to want again. But so far, minus what Ro and I had done to her in the bathroom, she hadn’t wanted more than one of us at once.

Tonight, we’d try to convince her otherwise. We’d have her panting, soaked, andbegging.

“Bea,” I called down the bus. “Can you get your ass in here please; we need your help.”

She huffed loudly, slamming the kettle down and shoving the milk bottle into Elijah’s hands, telling him to finish making tea while she dealt with us two.

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