Neighbors With Benefits

51 - Jazz

51

Jazz

I liked the post-sex hangout with the guys as much as I enjoyed the sex itself.

Okay, maybe that was a lie. The sex was definitely the best. But hanging out with them after was quite nice in its own way.

“Bash definitely enjoyed your mouth,” Dante said. “I’ve never heard him make a noise like that.”

“We don’t need to analyze everyone’s orgasm noises,” Bash said.

“You made a funny face, too,” Dante added.

“Everyone does when they come! That’s totally normal!”

I cupped Bash’s cheek and kissed him. “I like the way you look when you come.”

“You’d better,” he said. “You’re going to keep seeing it.”

Dante leaned across me. “She’s just saying that. You look like a muppet.”

I playfully shoved Dante away. “Do you want to discuss the face you make?”

Dante responded by turning on the TV. “The Eagles game is on. They should be starting the third quarter.”

“We’re up a touchdown,” Bash said. “I checked the score when you were in the bathroom.”

“Football started already?” I asked.

“First game of the season,” Dante said, grabbing three beers from the fridge and handing them out.

“Go birds,” Bash said.

“Wait a minute. Tonight is the first Eagles game of the season, and you two skipped the first half to hang out with me?”

“Calling it hanging out is seriously underselling what we just did,” Bash pointed out.

“Still, though,” I said.

Dante rested his arm between my legs and held onto my thigh possessively. “We made the right choice.”

“Easy choice,” Bash agreed.

I marveled at that. These guys liked all Philadelphia sports, but they were massive Eagles fans. For them to skip the beginning of the game…

“Glad I made it worth your while,” I said. “With, you know, the sex.”

“It would have been worth it without that,” Bash said with a grin. “But that kicked it up a few notches.”

“Next time we can try both of us at the same time,” Dante said.

“What do you mean?” I asked. “You were definitely both with me at the same time.”

Dante gave me an evil smile. “I mean both of us inside you. At the same time.”

I felt my eyebrows rise. “Oh.”

“Double-penetration isn’t for everyone,” Bash said. “But if you like anal…”

“DP is like anal, but ten times better,” Dante said.

Bash nodded. “It’s intense. You might not be able to handle it.”

Dante squeezed my thigh. “She can handle it. And she’ll love it.”

He sounded so confident. That gave me courage.

The two of them? Inside me? At the same time?

Cat was never going to believe this.

The guys snuggled up with me on the couch and shouted at the TV. I enjoyed the atmosphere of it, being with them while they enjoyed the game. I had watched plenty of Phillies games with them, but their intensity during the Eagles game was something else entirely.

It was another facet of what made them them .

I must have fallen asleep, because suddenly I was being carried into the bedroom by Bash. He laid me on the bed and pulled the comforter over me.

“No, don’t go,” I complained like a petulant child. “Cuddle with me.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Bash replied. “Let me brush my teeth, first.”

“Spare toothbrush. Second drawer,” I muttered.

Dante was lingering in the bedroom doorway, gloriously shirtless. “Sleep tight. Let’s do this again sometime.”

“Wait!” I said, stretching out my hand. “I want a goodnight kiss.”

He grunted with displeasure, then came around the side of the bed. He leaned in and brushed his lips against mine.

I threw my arms around him and pulled him down into the bed. “Cuddle.”

“You have Bash for that,” he protested.

“Why not both?” I said. “Make a Jazz sandwich. Just until I fall asleep.”

“Better give her what she wants,” Bash said while brushing his teeth in the bathroom. “It’s easier that way.”

“Fine,” Dante said, sliding under the covers and spooning me. “But I’m not sleeping over.”

The next thing I knew, my bladder was screaming at me. I blinked in the darkness and looked at the clock on the wall—it was two in the morning.

And both Dante and Bash were still in bed with me.

Very slowly, I climbed over Bash and used the bathroom. Then I managed to return to my spot in the middle without either of them waking up. I rolled over and spooned Dante, sliding my hand up against the hair on his chest. He sighed, but remained asleep.

Bash shifted in bed, then spooned me from the other side. Now this was a nice benefit of having multiple men in my life.

Bracketed on either side by warm muscle, I had the best night of sleep in my life. But when my alarm went off the next morning, there was only one man next to me.

Blond hair. Bash, sleeping on his back. Dante must have left in the night.

Oh well. It was nice while it lasted.

“I like waking up next to you,” I whispered to Bash. “I’m glad you’re finally home.”

“Me too,” he replied, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me over until I was cuddling on top of him. “This is way better than Iowa.”

I smelled something delicious. “Are you making breakfast?”

“I woke up exactly ten seconds ago,” Bash said.

Suddenly, a silhouette darkened the bedroom doorway. “Bacon and eggs are ready. If you want toast, you’ll have to make it yourself.”

He disappeared back into the kitchen.

“Huh,” Bash said. “He’s never made breakfast for us before.”

“The perks of sleeping with a guy,” I said.

I stretched out in bed and considered my situation. One man to cuddle with, and another to make me breakfast?

A girl could get used to this.