With Tommy close enough to be my shadow, Grant flew us to California. I kept my head down and cowered every step we took. When we met my lawyer at his office, he was pissed, releasing a verbal tirade because I wasn't honest about the abuse. There's grand ideas of pressing charges and getting Corey locked up but I know how all this happens and since Douglas is my friend, he's respected my wishes to let me lay low for a while. He's doing everything he can to get my divorce settled without Corey signing, but that'll require court time and that means seeing Corey. I cried the entire flight home because I'm trying to move on. I'm happily in love in the most twisted turn of events and I can't divorce my husband so me and Tommy can at least let go of that part of my life. When we get home, Tommy knows what to do to make me forget the bullshit I'm trying to leave behind. Falling asleep and waking up with his arms around me is something I never realized I was missing.
“How often does Grant stay here?” I ask Tommy, changing the sheets on our bed.
Grant's been here three days this week, and I don't mind, but I'm just curious if I'll need to get used to Grant Matthews being around. He was a constant when we were kids, but it was fine back then. We were all friends. We’re still friends, but I feel like he's judging me.
“Used to stay the majority of the week,” Tommy says, pulling on a t-shirt, cutting off my view of muscles and tattoos. I've never been blind, but I never appreciated a body like I do Tommy's. “He's backed off a bit though. It bother you?”
“No,” I answer honestly. “Sometimes I feel like he's watching me.” When I look at Tommy, his eyebrows are high, but that's not what I mean. “I mean, judging me. Like he thinks I'm not actually making an effort in this relationship.”
“I think he's worried my heart's on the line with the girl I've always pined for,” he says, smirking. “But I know he doesn't think that about you, Bean.” Tommy steps across the room and rests his hands on my shoulders. “No one in this town is judging you, Affton.” He pushes his lips to mine. “Grant, Bo, Kinlee, Chase, Brandt. They're all more excited than you know that you're still here. If it makes you uncomfortable that Grant's here this much, I'll tell him to go back to his place.” He chuckles. “He pays for a damn apartment, but he's always just ended up here because it's closer.”
“I'm not trying to change your life.” I smile. “Besides, maybe Grant can rent your house when we move out of the country.” We've never had this conversation and I don't see it going well, but I have to start working again. I've been here over a month and I'm too young to retire. My divorce papers aren't signed yet, but my lawyer advised that I start moving on with my life. We can't press for no fault for a few months, but that'll be the next step.
“Grant can't afford this place,” he whispers. “Plus, I wouldn't trust him to take care of Ginnie and Simon.” He grins and starts slowly walking us backwards, forcing me to drop the pillow I was fluffing.
“Maybe we can take the goats.” I chuckle, grabbing the waist of his jeans. “I need to start looking for work, Tommy.” My fingers unbutton his pants.
He dips his lips to my collarbone and groans. “Can I hire you to be my maid?” His hands grip my hips and his fingers start lifting my dress. “I've never had a maid before. I can pay with my magic dick.” I feel his smirk on my neck.
“I think we've already got this agreement anyway.” I pull his shirt off before pushing his pants down. “You think Grant likes to listen to us fuck?” I slide my hand into his boxers and grip his hard cock.
“I don't think he's annoyed by it yet,” he chuckles, then moans when I stroke him. “You wanna go ask him?” He quirks an eyebrow at me.
We haven't gotten drunk and messed around with Grant again, but I can't lie and say I haven't thought about it at least a dozen times since.
“You'd like that, wouldn't you? So is it Grant that does it for you? Or do you just like an audience when you make girls come?” I slide my thumb over the slick tip of his cock and withhold my chuckle.
He bites his lip, grinning. “I like watching you come, Affton. With me. By yourself. Maybe one day from him, sure...but it's all about you, Bean.” His eyes close briefly. “What about letting me watch? To be able to watch you completely come unraveled from someone else? Shit,” he puffs out a breath. His hands unzip my dress before it slips to the floor and he wastes no time to check if it's on my mind now.
“You want to watch Grant fuck me?” I'm not a prude but I've never done it and I can't say I ever thought I would, but the idea gets me hotter than I imagined, especially when Tommy's breathing like the idea could make him come instantly. I gasp when his fingers slid over my pussy and my grip around his cock while I stroke him tightens.
“God, I do,” he moans. “The thought of watching you makes me so fucking hard, Beany. Does it make you wet? Turn you on?” He smirks and pushes his fingers into me. “So you've been thinking about it, huh?”
“Maybe.” I moan, thrusting against his fingers. “It's not Grant that does it for me though. I just like the thought of how hard it gets you.”
“So hard,” he mutters, his hand cupping my breast and his lips wrapping around my nipple, making me moan. “You just have to say the word, Bean.” He pushes his lips to mine and grips my hips. “Turn around.”
I face the wall and push my ass against him. It's on the tip of my tongue to have him bring Grant in here but I close my eyes and press my forehead against the wall while he rubs his hard dick over my ass.
“I fucking love this ass, Affton,” he huffs then chuckles. “I mean, I love the rest of you, too. But my god.” His hands roam my ass and he moans. He trails his fingers down, then pushes them into me before slipping them out and pushing his cock inside. “Fuck, Bean,” he whispers, his hands gripping my hips tight.
“Shit,” I whimper and spread my legs a little wider. “I'm fucking dripping,” I moan when he pushes as deep as he can and my hips start to vibrate.
“You feel fucking amazing, Beany.” He slams into me over and over. His hand grips my shoulder as he rocks his hips, then lets his hand trail down my back. “Fuck.” He's breathing heavy and the noises that fill this room have probably drawn Grant's attention if he's still inside the house.
“Harder,” I moan, my nails scratching down the wall as he drills into me harder. As my orgasm gets closer, a string of obscenities, that I've never spewed, fly from me and not because I didn't want to, but I couldn't say this with anyone except Tommy.
“I'm close, Bean,” he huffs, slamming into me and grunting. “You gonna come on my dick?” He hits me so deep it's almost painful but it's a weird pleasure pain.
“Shit!” My knee hits the wall for support to help keep me on my feet and I reach over to use the dresser because he's hitting a spot that could bring me to my knees in tears strictly out of pleasure.
The orgasm that rushes through me makes me scream loud enough my throat hurts. The feel of my come rolls down my thighs and my eyes are so wide they could fall out of my head. Tommy Barns has always had a magic dick. I press my forehead against the wall, trying to catch my breath. Tommy curses loud and finishes with a bellow that rivaled my scream. His hands are tight on my hips and his breathing erratic. His hand slaps the wall next to my head when he finishes, heavy breaths and full of sweat, he presses kisses to my back and up my neck.
“I fucking love you so much, Affton.”
I grin and spin around, wrapping my arms around his neck, kissing him. “I love everything about you. Especially that magic dick.” I glance down at the mess we've made on the hardwood floor and thank god it's not carpet. “I need another shower.” I kiss him again then grab my robe.
When I look back at him, he's leaned against the dresser still catching his breath and I open the door, stopping when I see Grant standing in the hall, staring at me. I slip out and close the door behind me, not really sure what to say, especially when I see he's gripping himself over his jeans. I shake my head.
“What are you doing?” I can't help but laugh, but I shouldn't. He's standing in our hallway listening to us fuck.
“Not much, what are you doing, Affton?” He smirks at me and nods to the bedroom. “Having a good afternoon?”
“I...” I start to laugh and walk toward the bathroom. “You're gonna get evicted,” I tease, walking into the bathroom and before I close the door, I watch him walk into Tommy's room and I shake my head.
Those boys are really comfortable with each other and I don't know why it turns me on so much. I wouldn't have been so loud if I didn't like the idea of what he was doing, because I knew he was still here.
*
When we walk into the tattoo shop I smile seeing Kaydence.
“Hey! I didn't know you were coming in!” She’s bubbly and beautiful as ever.
“Grant's talked me into a tattoo.” I nervously chuckle.
She rolls her eyes. “Grant's trouble, watch that one.”
That's the truth.
I smile. “Are you leaving?” I frown. I just spent an afternoon with all the girls and kids a week ago, but I wouldn't mind seeing them more often.
“Yeah, I had no idea you were coming. I have to get to work.”
“Call me later. I want to come see Bobby during one of his riding lessons.” She teaches my nephew to ride a horse and watching him turn into a little cowboy is one of the cutest things ever.
When she hugs me we squeezes tight.
“Have fun.” She walks over to Chase and kisses him so I put my attention on Tommy and smile.
“I'm nervous as hell,” I admit.
“We don't have to do this. You want to try it out on me first? I think I got some blank spots somewhere.” He searches his arm and chuckles.
I start to laugh hard. “Yes,” I quickly say before he can take it back.
His eyes fly to mine and the small smile on his face starts to falter. ”Oh,” he says, forcing a grin. “Great!” He claps his hands. “Perfect. Okay. Let's do this.”
I squeal in excitement and when he walks to his station I run over to Chase. “I'm tattooing Tommy!”
“Holy fucking shit,” Grant says, following after Tommy.
“Sooo, I can draw a little, but I need some help,” I tell Chase who's glaring at me.
“Affton, I love the excitement but this shit's permanent. It's not a kids playground.” His eyebrows dip. “Barns!” he yells, walking over to Tommy's station. “You tell her she can ink you?”
“I did.” Tommy nods. “Beany's getting a tattoo today, so she's going to ink me and realize how it's nonsense to be so worried about her first time.” Tommy's still wearing that deer in the headlights look that he got when he realized his empty offer was taken up, but I'm doing it.
“It's not a kid's playground,” I mock Chase in a nasty tone then push around him. “Gear me up!” I clap in excitement then grab Grant's arm and yank him to the corner, whispering in his ear what I want to tattoo on Tommy.
He’s boxed me in against the wall and pulls back to stare into my face until he starts to laugh and when I grin and look over at Chase, he's staring at us with his eyebrows high.
“Right. I'm heading upstairs.” Chase's eyes flick between me, Grant, and Tommy and he shakes his head. “Y’all kids have fun.” He laughs his way up the steps.
Tommy's sitting in the chair he's wiped down at least six times and Grant pushes on my shoulders, seating me on the stool, but I notice I've conveniently come face to crotch with him so I push him back a step. I pull on the latex gloves and watch as Tommy exhales a breath, closing his eyes. I almost feel bad, but I would never hurt him. I grin up at Grant and bite my lip to keep from laughing.
“Don't look when he puts the picture on,” I tell Tommy and he nods.
Grant places the green bean he helped me draw and I stare at it, wondering how pissed Tommy will be because it doesn't go with his other tattoos. I glance from the picture to Grant a few times. He would know best.
“What're you waiting for?” Tommy blurts.
Grant kicks his chair and laughs. ”You pussying out, Barns?” Grant's eyes are on mine and he gives me a brief nod.
“No,” Tommy says. “I'm just antsy for the roles to be reversed, that's all.” He huffs and rests his head back on the chair, his eyes still closed tight.
Grant shows me how to turn the machine on and I jump but start to giggle. I don’t know what the hell I'm doing and when Grant tries to walk away, I quickly grab his arm and look at him like he's insane. He sighs and smirks, grabbing another chair and wheels it behind me. His thighs open to get closer and I pause while his arms slide around me.
“Are you sure, babe?” I rub Tommy's hand and he nods, but when he opens his eyes noticing Grant's close proximity, he doesn't close them again.
“Are you sure, Beany?” It's a loaded question, for sure, but he doesn't look as pissed as I thought he would. I know I'm not mad about this current situation.
These aren't the thoughts I need in my head when I'm about to tattoo my boyfriend though, and I try to focus, but when Grant moves my hand to start and with his breath on my neck, I accidentally shudder.
“Stop!” I blurt, knowing I'm going to gouge a chunk of skin out of Tommy's arm.
“You're fine, Affton,” Grant says. “I wouldn't let you fuck this up. He'd never let me live it down.”
“I trust you, asshole.” Tommy looks at Grant then to me. “I trust you too, Bean, but you've never held a machine before so just do what he says, alright? It'll be fine.”
I nod, not in love with this idea anymore because the subtle throb in my clit is drawing most of my attention while Tommy stares me in the eyes and Grant’s breathing over my neck. Grant grips my hand and pushes closer, he's pushed up against my back and I keep flashing my vision from Tommy to his arm. The machine buzzes and Grant pushes my hand down to press into Tommy's arm. Him against my body. Tommy staring at me with an expression that tells me exactly what's on his mind. My pussy throbbing for what I know my boyfriend likes. My attention is not on actually learning how to do this. I'm too turned on to learn anything except my body right now and when Tommy's other hand keeps rubbing up and down my thigh like that, I start to regret the situation we're in. Only because I'd like less clothes to be involved.
“See, it's not that bad,” Grant says, so close to my ear his breath is warm on my neck and I feel the prickle of goosebumps rise on my arms.
He scoots that chair even closer and his thighs clamp my hips a little tighter. I lock eyes on Tommy and I'm no longer in control. Grant's doing the tattoo with my hand while I envision what Tommy did to me the day Grant watched. He knows what's on my mind. The smirk on his lips tells me that much and his hand slides higher up my thigh. He really trusts Grant not to let me fuck up this tattoo right now. These two are insane! But before I think I'm going to explode from this, it's over. Grant's done and Tommy now has an adorable green bean tattooed on his arm and a soaking wet girlfriend that wants to fuck him in his tattoo shop.
We need to leave.
Grant's hand comes to my arm and he pushes his lips to my cheek, not too long but just quick enough to tell me he knew exactly what he was doing.
“All done,” he murmurs, then backs off and I feel cold where he was just pressed against me.
“Can I look now?” Tommy's excited smile is real this time.
“Look.” I smile and slowly stand, worried my inner thighs are going to be drenched. I quickly adjust my skirt while Tommy looks at his arm and I glance at Grant who's got a smug look on his face. I shake my head. “You mad?” I meekly ask Tommy.
Tommy's smile reaches his eyes when he finishes inspecting it. ”You put a green bean on me?” He starts to laugh, stepping over to me and cupping my face in his hands. “You branded me!” He laughs louder, then slams his lips to mine. With him up against me I can feel his arousal from whatever that was back there. He groans into the kiss, snaking his hands to the back of my head. “I fucking love it, Beany,” he whispers finally, breaking the kiss.
I jump when Grant’s hand touches the exposed skin on my lower back.
“This your spot?” he asks, his fingers trailing along my flesh.
I push harder against Tommy, but not to get away from Grant. Why do I find it sexy as fuck that Tommy wants Grant involved? Whatever the reason, I’ll never get tired of the expression Tommy wears each time it’s on his mind. His eyes are locked on mine but the second he hears a noise from Chase, he lets me go and Grant drifts across the room like it never happened.
Fuck my life.
The only good thing about the games these boys play is I'm no longer nervous for this tattoo.
“I need to use the bathroom,” I quickly tell Tommy and he points down the hall.
After Tommy inks the script 'I belong to me' under my breast, I stand in the mirror, covering my nipple to stare proudly. My eyes hit his reflection.
“It's sexy as fuck, Bean,” he says low, wiping the chair off. “Almost better than my green bean.”
“Hey, the green bean's got nothing on that,” Grant chimes in, nodding toward my chest. “Nothing.”
“That green bean is the best tattoo you have, because I did it.” I grin and grab my top but Tommy stops me from putting it on to rub ointment on the fresh tattoo. I glance up and Grant's staring at us and I feel my cheeks heat up, looking away.
“You comin' back to our place tonight, Grant?” Tommy asks without even looking at him. He looks at me as if he can read my mind, and smirks. “We can grab a few drinks.”
“Yeah. I’m down.” Grant steps into the hallway and disappears to the back of the shop.
“You alright with that?” Tommy asks, handing me my shirt.
“What are you asking me?” I want him to voice exactly what he wants so I can mentally prepare myself for a night I'm sure I'll never forget.
He chuckles, stepping so close to me I can feel his breath on my neck. ”Affton,” he whispers in my ear and my skin prickles with excitement. “Do you want Grant to come back to the house to watch me fuck your brains out with my magic dick?” He's trying to be so serious, but ending it like that leaves a grin on his stupidly handsome face.
“You should say yes,” Grant says, walking back into the room. “It's a no lose situation.”
“Dude,” Tommy blurts, throwing him a look. “Out.” He points to the back of the shop and Grant chuckles, leaving us alone again. “So?”
“I...” I look away, nerves making me jitter. “I want that, but...this is about me and you, right? Not Grant. You trust Grant, and I'm not saying I don't, but I don't want Grant thinking he has any right to me when you're not around.” I just have to get that off my chest because I want to do this, but I want it with my boyfriend. Not Grant. He just so happens to be who my boyfriend trusts.
“Matthews!” Tommy yells, never taking his eyes off mine. Grant strolls back in the room with a beer in his hand.
“Sup? We leavin?”
“We need ground rules.” Tommy finally glances over to Grant.
“Understandable,” he says. “Like, no docking? Nothing goes in Tommy's ass?”
I start to laugh. “Let's not pull all that off the table yet,” I joke and Tommy looks at me with his eyebrows high. “I'm kidding,” I assure and rub his beard. “Kidding,” I say again but wink at Grant.
Grant barks out a laugh and walks closer to us. “Seriously. What type of rules you talkin'? I hate rules.” His eyes flick between the two of us. “I mean, Tommy, man, it's almost stupid you think you need rules with me. She's been your girl since day one. I'd never fuck any of this,” he waves his hand between us, “up.”
“Just listen, idiot. This ain’t about you, and it damn well ain’t about me. It's about her. What she wants, and what she doesn't. Number one rule, you can't touch her if I'm not around.” Tommy's so relaxed talking to his friend like this is more a business meeting than what we're actually discussing.
“Deal. Easy. Got it.” He looks at me. “No offense.”
“Offense taken,” I scoff.
“Number two, if she doesn't give us verbal permission, everything's off the table.” Tommy looks at me now. “I have to hear you say it. Say what you want. If you can't tell me, then I refuse to do this, Bean.”
“Say what? That I want your cock in me while Grant waaaa...” I freeze when Chase's head pops into the room.
“I'm heading out, guys,” he says, his eyes flying between the three of us. The room falls into an awkward silence for a moment before Grant speaks up.
“I'll lock the door behind you,” he says, stepping out and following Chase.
Tommy's trying not to laugh and I can feel the color in my cheeks rising.
“Oh my god.” I shove Tommy's chest and he laughs, backing away from me. “Let's go home and discuss this.” I fan my face and quickly grab my purse.
Grant runs after us on the way to the parking lot. “Assholes! You guys were going to leave me!”
“Let's go, Phyllis. The lady wants to get back to the house.” Tommy smirks at me then plops the helmet on my head.
“Let’s not keep her waiting then.” Grant hops in his truck.
“Ready?” Tommy asks.
“Yeah.” I can't make eye contact. I want this, and I feel guilty.
When we get to the house, I smile at Tommy but keep walking to the bathroom, trying to calm my nerves. I need a few drinks. As I walk to the kitchen, they stop talking and I'm trying to remain casual so I pick up my cellphone but Tommy quickly pulls it from my hand. That's probably best; I don’t need anymore added stress right now.
“Hey, are you sure about this, Bean? You know all you have to do is say you're not comfortable with it and it's off the table, no feelings hurt. Last thing I want you to feel is pressured into anything.” His hands are on my arms and his eyes look genuinely worried. I'm still getting used to a guy looking at me like that...like he cares.
“I want this,” I assure. “This stays between the three of us right?” I quickly ask and look from him to Grant. “Because if my brother caught wind, I'd probably be buying Tommy's casket.” I frown at him before bursting into laughter because now's not the time to bring up my brother.
“Absolutely.” Tommy pushes his lips to mine hard before pulling back the slightest. “Matthews,” he says, walking back into the room. “One final part to the rules and regulations.”
“Hit me,” he says, taking a pull of his beer.
“She ain’t yours, dude.”
“Fuck you! I know that!” Grant's eyebrows push together and he looks almost offended.
“I know you know that, but it's gotta be said. That's my girl,” Tommy says with more feeling than I'm used to from him. “Mine. Not yours. Not ours. Mine. What we do is because I trust your stupid ass, but she's not your girl and she never will be your girl.”
“Listen, I just like to do kinky shit. And it only makes sense to do it with you two, well, because...” He trails off and gestures between him and Tommy. “I'm not here to lay claim to anyone or anything. I'm just here to have fun, promise. You know me, man.”
“Good.” Tommy takes a drink of his beer and relaxes back on the couch, his hand finding my thigh as he looks at me. “Good?”
“Good.” I nod and drink my glass of wine as quickly as I can manage.
“Great,” Grant growls. “So how's this work? One fucks one watches?”
Tommy looks at me and shrugs, raising his eyebrows in question like it's my answer to make. I mean, I guess it kind of is.
“Yeah,” I whisper and glance at Grant before shifting to stand. “Just give me a sec.” I walk into the kitchen and refill my wine glass, drinking it down quickly.
Thankfully Grant's attractive, which makes this decision easier, but I've never done this and it hasn't been on my bucket list until Tommy. Up until a couple months ago my bucket list only consisted of surviving. I take a few more sips of wine then walk into the living room. Even though there are no neighbors, I pull the curtains closed and look at them. I'm not sure how to go about this. I'm not comfortable undressing in front of Grant. Not because it's Grant, but because...just because. Tommy barely gets me unclothed in the light.
“Okay.” I exhale a shaky breath and try to keep smiling.
“Okay,” Tommy says, setting his beer down and standing. He takes my hand and pushes his lips to my knuckles then pulls me in and presses his lips to mine. “Here or bedroom?” he whispers.
“Right here,” I quickly answer, not ready to share our space with Grant.
He smirks and kisses me again, this time deeper and more urgent than last. His hands move to my ass and he growls, pulling me to him. I can already feel his hard length as it presses against me. His fingers flick over the fabric of my shirt, pebbling my nipples and making me gasp. He chuckles, pushing his hand to the back of my neck. When Tommy tries to remove my shirt, I stop him, frozen in his glare. His eyes narrow and he gives his head a small shake, trying to tug it off again but I hold tight.
“Take the fuckin' shirt off, Affton,” Grant blurts. “I'm not doing this if you're not naked. Completely.”
Tommy's jaw twitches as he glares at me, his fist still tight around my shirt. The only way around this is to back out, but I don't want to do that. I believe Tommy's attracted to me, I often remind myself that I've been this size since we were younger and he's been having sex with me since then, but that doesn't mean I feel beautiful about it anymore. I put on a good show and still wear the clothes that show off the pride I pretend to have, but that's only because I've made an image I want to stand up to.
I look over at Grant and he sighs.
“I've thought about what those tits and that ass look like since we were younger, Affton.” Grant sighs, shaking his head.
Tommy laughs and snaps his head back to him. “Dude, I know, right?”
“She's hot!” Grant boasts, pointing toward me. “You don't see a lot of that here! You’re hot. Now...strip.”
Tommy smirks, attempting to pull my shirt off again. Forcing myself from stopping him, I allow him to pull it over my head but my arms instinctively start to rise to hide my chest. He stops me. I didn't wear a bra today and not once did I think something negative about myself, but now I'm in this situation and the degrading things Corey used to spew at me have me losing my cool. I'm about to call the whole thing off until Tommy pushes his lips to mine. I kiss him back and the second I feel Grant standing at my back my body starts to heat up.
“Skirt, too, Affton,” Grant says, his hands close to my zipper. “Do you mind?”
I pull back from kissing Tommy and stare him in the eyes while I answer Grant. “No.”
He slowly pulls the zipper down and pushes the fabric to the floor, letting his hands trail up my thighs on his way back up.
“These are pretty damn hot but they gotta go,” he says, his fingers grazing the hem of my panties.
Tommy chuckles into our kiss and he moves his hands down to the front of my underwear.
“I got these, Grant,” he says, locking his eyes on me as he slowly slides them down my legs.
I shiver with both their eyes on me and when Tommy gently slides one finger over my folds, I gasp. He lifts his hand with the proof of how turned on I am glistening on his finger and I almost drop my head to hide my embarrassment because I'm not just wet, I'm soaked.
“Can I touch you?” Grant's whisper is close to my ear, his breath warm on my neck.
Tommy's eyes go to him briefly then lock on mine, waiting for the answer while he slides his finger in his mouth, tasting me.
“Yes,” I answer quietly, not removing my eyes from Tommy. When Grant’s hands slide over my hips and move up my stomach to cup my breasts, I sigh, grabbing Tommy's wrist. “Why am I the only one with no clothes on?” I ask while Grant rolls my nipples and Tommy teases my pussy, not getting close to my clit like I need him to.
They both chuckle.
“Hey, I'm just following here.” Grant tweaks my nipples then flicks them with his fingers, his hands cupping my breasts.
“You do look pretty fucking hot like this, Beany. Flushed skin, soaked pussy, plump lips...” Tommy trails off and brings his wet finger to my lips.
I slide my tongue over my arousal coating his finger. “Naked. Pinned between two southern boys that are fully dressed.” I cock my eyebrow.
“You want our clothes off?” he asks.
“God yes.” I turn, my right hand going to Tommy's belt buckle and my left going to Grant’s. I never thought I'd be undressing Grant Matthews, especially not with Tommy around, but here we are and I'm so ready I can feel my wetness sliding down my thighs.
Grant’s hands leave me and he helps with the belt buckle, tossing his jeans to the floor with a loud clank when the buckle hits the hardwood.
Tommy pauses, his shirt halfway off, and quirks an eyebrow at him. “You're why I can't have nice things.” He shakes his head and Grant pulls off his shirt, tossing it to the floor.
“You're slow, Barns.” Grant's already out of his clothes, his cock standing at attention and pointing at me.
Tommy huffs and throws his clothes to the floor then he's back on me. His lips take over and his hands push my tits together, then he dips his head and licks each nipple before nibbling on them both. Grant’s hand slides between my thighs and I moan, lacing my fingers through Tommy's hair. While Tommy bites and sucks on my nipples I push against Grant’s hand. His finger slips inside me and I gasp and jump, quickly stopping him by grabbing his wrist. I wasn't expecting it and I don't want that right now. Grant quickly takes a step back with his hands up and Tommy pauses to look at us.
“Now I touch, you watch,” I tell Grant, not ready for him to enter me.
He grins and sits back on the couch, gripping his dick and slowly stroking himself. “I can live with that.”
Tommy's hands move to my hips and he pushes his lips to my neck from behind me. “You're going to touch Matthews?” He chuckles. “What're you going to do to him?” His hands are still roaming my body, his lips pressing pecks to my skin.
I pause and Grant shakes his head. “Don’t forget the rules. You have to be able to say it, Affton.” He gives me a cocky smirk.
“I'm going to...” I look at Tommy, planning this out so I don't get anymore surprises that almost make me stop everything. “Bend over and take your cock,” I tell Tommy as I start to stroke him, feeling it throb and feeling myself start to drip again. “And.” I look at Grant before running my tongue over my bottom lip. “I want to suck your cock.” I quickly glance at Tommy, hoping he's still okay with this.
Tommy's eyes are heavy with lust as my hand strokes him. He nods and curses when I pump my wrist faster.
“I’m ready.” He's still stroking himself and that’s when I notice the metal up the underside of his cock.
“Is…are you pierced?” I lower my raised brows, not sure how I can be surprised. This is Grant Matthews. Nothing’s surprising about him.
He grins and looks at Tommy who I hear chuckling. “It’s a Jacob’s ladder, baby. You ain’t afraid, are ya?” Grant’s smug as can be, proud of his cock contraption.
“Oh god.” I can’t help but laugh.
Moving to my knees, I push my ass out and look behind me, waiting for Tommy to line up and sink inside me before I move. As he pushes in slowly, I let out a moan and my head drops to Grant's lap as I whimper, relaxing to take him all the way in. Grant’s hand runs through my hair until Tommy's fist gently twists in it and he lifts my head. As he thrusts harder, he nudges me forward and I grip Grant. Tommy positions my head, thrusting deep and I scream out because he wants this as bad as I do and I feel like I could come at any minute. I grip Grant harder and he groans, pushing a few strands of hair from my face before I slide my tongue from his balls to the head of his cock, my tongue hitting each bump from his ladder. Tommy curses and pushes deep inside me, holding steady until I take Grant into my mouth. Tommy's hand releases my hair and he slides it down my back before reaching around to my nipple. Now Grant’s fist has replaced his in my hair. When Grant assists with the bob of my head, I almost stop, but it's such a fucking turn on that I already feel the build up of my orgasm. I whimper around Grant’s cock while he forces it to the back of my throat and Tommy pinches my nipple harder while he thrusts deeper and faster. My orgasm rips through me and Grant releases my head, allowing me to scream while pulling him from my throat, but Tommy doesn't ease up the thrusts that continue to rub that spot within me that makes this orgasm drip out of me and cover both of us.
“Fuck, Affton.” Grant chuckles.
I breathily giggle, coming down from that explosion but don’t waste time taking him to the back of my throat again. Tommy's hands are gripping my hips tight and he grunts as he hits me harder and deeper. Grant's hand fists in my hair again and he lays his head back on the sofa, moaning. Knowing that it's me that’s turned them both on this much tonight is so exhilarating, I could almost orgasm again instantaneously. I meet Tommy's every thrust while sinking Grant to my throat until I almost swallow him and wrap my hand around the part of him that doesn't fit, then retreat. He curses when I bring my hand to squeeze his balls and he lets out a louder moan before curse words start spilling from him.
“Fuck,” he grunts, his hips thrusting him into my mouth.
I pop my mouth off the tip of his cock a few times then sink down again and add as much suction to my suck as I can. Popping my mouth off him one more time, I wrap my fist around him and can feel his orgasm starting when his balls tighten.
“I'm gonna come,” he huffs. His hand slides into my hair and he holds my head steady, his own fist wraps around mine as he helps stroke. “Fuck,” he grunts pressing the tip of his cock against my lips. As he comes he makes sure to cover my mouth and chin before smearing the head of his dick across my lips.
He continues to hold my head in place and sits forward, darting his tongue out and sliding it over the mess he made on my face. I gasp, accidentally touching my tongue to his but he's more focused on licking his come from my lips. I never thought I would find that hot but suddenly another orgasm is barreling through me and Tommy grabs my hips tight, shoving his cock so deep I can barely let out the scream from intensity.
“Holy fuck, Beany,” Tommy growls, thrusting until he comes and moans so loud you can probably hear it outside this house. “Shit!” He buries himself inside me and pushes his lips to my back. “God, I love you, Affton.” He kisses me again and tugs on my chin, forcing me up so I can twist and kiss him.
“I love you,” I tell him as he pulls away from my mouth. I can still feel Grant’s come dripping from my chin.
When I look at Grant, he's wearing a smirk, but his eyes are closed and I almost, just because he looks so relaxed, sock him in the balls. I got everything I needed out of this, he can go home now. I start to laugh as I stand and when he looks at me, I ruffle his hair.
“Night,” I tell him and grab my clothes, looking at Tommy. “I'll be waiting for you.” I leave them in the living room and head for the shower.
Whatever this idea of life is, I don't want it to stop. Adding Grant to the mix of things isn't a necessity, but we both seem to like it, so why stop if we're all comfortable with each other? Grant's always been the kinky friend. He's always made weird comments even when we were kids, but I'm happy we laid everything out and he let it be known his interest doesn't go beyond sex. Not that I thought he was pining for me, but the last thing I want is to ruin his and Tommy's relationship.
***
The early mornings Tommy leaves me in bed are the worst, but he's responsible and has a job. Unlike me... I haven't even offered to pay the mortgage...or for groceries. The thought I'm freeloading off of Tommy makes me feel sick. We need to start figuring out this life beyond living in the moment. Tommy's my long term and that means long-term responsibilities too.
“Hey.” Kaydence nudges my foot, smiling when I glance over at her. “You lost deep in thought?”
“Will you be honest with me?” I glance at the nail tech that's putting a fresh coat of yellow polish on my nails. I feel guilty not going to Jo’s salon but she’s so backed up, I didn’t have the heart to expect her to clear a spot in her schedule for us.
“Of course!” She giggles when her excitement makes her nail tech startle. “Sorry.”
The woman rolls her eyes and looks down again.
“Do you all think I'm crazy?” I quietly ask and she gasps. “Kay, stop,” I demand before she can feed me some bullshit. “I'm asking as...a friend.” I'm not as close to the girls as the three of them are, but I think we've all bonded over the couple months I've been here.
“No. No one thinks that. We all think...” Her lips twist and she stares at her hands a minute. “That you've had a hard life and that you really missed out.” She won't look at me.
“Missed out on what?”
“Everything.” She smiles over at me. “Mainly Tommy. He really has a lot of feelings for you and as far as I understand, he always has. Grant and Chase have said you and Tommy used to be really close. So what happened?”
Great. Grant and Chase are talking about me. I don't know why that pisses me off so much.
“I left.” I shrug, trying to think back to before I left. I didn't want to leave him but we were both so full of ourselves and we didn't share what was really on our minds. “I chased my career, he chased females.” I roll my eyes and she giggles. “I didn't plan on coming back here and falling in love with him instantaneously, Kaydence. But he's easy to love and I really need him.” I clear my throat, getting emotional. “I don't think there's anyone else that could make me feel so relaxed and safe through all this.”
She nods. “I get it. Chase did something similar for me. Nothing like your story, but I totally get that undeniable comfort with someone. He's your lifeline.”
“Yeah. He's what I want and deserve,” I whisper and when I glance over at her, she's grinning at me, making me burst into laughter.
“Well, we're all happy you're here now. Especially your brother. I know he worries about you almost as much as Tommy does and for those two guys to not be so uptight anymore, it's nice.”
It is nice. Being able to consider them all friends and to have my brother back in my life. But these past two months are going to change soon. I'll have to get a job and all of this may be done at a distance. But this time I won't let them go.
“I worry when it comes time for me to make a decision on my career that Tommy won't—” I jerk my hands away and stand, almost tipping my chair. Focusing my eyes out the window, I start to shake.
Corey.
He’s here! I know I saw him. I saw him standing there.
“Affton,” Kaydence keeps saying as I slowly back up, away from the front door. “What's wrong?”
I saw him. I know that was him. If I walk out that door, he'll take me away. Unable to breathe or focus, I start crying, at a loss for what I should do and I'm trying not to cause a scene but it's too late for that. I'm hiding in the salon's storage room and no matter what any of these women say, I won't come out.
“Should we call the police?” One of the girls softly rubs my back while I cower in the corner.
I need to pull it together, but I can't. He was out there. I saw him through the window. I know I saw him.
“No. It's okay. I'm sorry,” Kaydence says, grabbing her phone.
For an hour I stay at the back of the salon and the women have been nice enough to act like I'm not losing my mind, but I know they want me out of here. I can't step foot out there. Not until Tommy shows up do I even move from the chair Kaydence forced me into. With him by my side, I keep a tight grip on him and bury my face in his chest while he walks me to the truck.
“Kaydence, please just ride with us,” I beg her, not wanting her to be alone.
If Corey saw she was with me, he might do something stupid.
“I'll be okay. I'm going to drive right in front of you guys,” she insists.
While we wait for Kaydence to pull out of her parking spot, I burst into tears, feeling like I'm losing my mind. Tommy holds me close our entire drive. He's not saying it but I know he thinks I imagined it. He searched the surrounding blocks before he came into the salon and there was no sight of Corey. The more I think about it, the more I think I may be going insane and imagined it.
In the days to come, things get more and more tense between Tommy and I. I'm jumpier, I'm paranoid, and I didn't realize it until days after the event, but I won't even let Tommy touch me.
I have to stop this before I push him away.