Chapter 10
Blair
I step out of the shower still dripping wet, a towel slung low around my hips, and the second I walk back into the bedroom, both of them reach for me at the same time.
Sol hooks an arm around my waist and tugs me down between them.
Roxie immediately curls into my front, throwing her leg over my hip like she always does.
I’m freshly clean but my scent is already spiking again because my body hasn’t figured out how to be normal around these two yet.
My hands start wandering before I can stop them.
One slides up Roxie’s ribs, my thumb brushing the underside of her tit.
The other reaches back to palm Sol’s ass, pulling her closer so I’m perfectly sandwiched, my cock already half-hard against Roxie’s stomach.
Sol catches my wrist before I can get any further.
“Just sleep tonight, Reyes,” she murmurs against the back of my neck.
My hand freezes. Something inside my chest twists hard. My scent sours instantly, the sweet edge turning sharp and bitter at the corners. I try to play it off, nuzzling into Roxie’s hair like nothing happened, but my pulse is suddenly too loud in my ears.
Roxie shifts, her nose brushing my collarbone. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I say automatically, forcing a lazy grin even though she can’t see it. “Just tired. Long day. Match tomorrow. You know how it is.”
She doesn’t buy it. I feel her frown against my skin. Sol’s arm tightens around my waist. “Blair.”
I hate when she uses my first name like that.
It makes my stomach do stupid flippy things.
I swallow and try to keep my voice light.
“I’m good. Really. I just… I want more than just this semester, you know?
I want—” I cut myself off, the words suddenly too big for the dark room.
“I want this. Us. Whatever this is. I’m in. All the way.”
Roxie presses a soft kiss to my chest as Sol’s thumb strokes slow circles over my hip bone. “We want that too,” Sol says quietly. “We’re not going anywhere, baby.”
I nod, forcing myself to relax between them.
I believe her. Mostly. But the sour note in my scent lingers anyway.
No one has ever turned down my body before.
That’s always been the one thing I could count on.
My looks, my mouth, the way I can make someone lose their mind with a look or a well-timed grind.
It’s been currency for as long as I can remember, easy, reliable, the one thing that made people stick around long enough for me to decide if I wanted them to stay. And now Sol just told me to sleep like it was nothing. Like she could wait. Like maybe she didn’t need me the same way I need them.
I shove the thought down hard. I’m being dramatic. They just fucked me senseless for hours last night. Of course, they’re tired.
Still.
I lie there between them for a long time, wide awake, listening to their breathing even out while my mind spins in useless circles.
Morning comes too early. I go through the motions on autopilot, coffee, protein shake, and the same compression shorts and tank I always wear to practice.
I have two pairs that live here now, along with a toothbrush, and my favorite shampoo.
It’s kind of telling that I took over their space so quickly.
Roxie leans over the counter, chugging a glass of water. “I’m surprised you haven’t already moved a nest in here, Blair.”
Sol laughs as she grabs her bag from the living room but I just throw them an awkward smile, huffing out a laugh as well.
I don’t have a nest. I never had. I made whoever I had in my bed, my nest but explaining that my need for these women isn’t just biological would ruin everything. So, I just laugh a little harder.
“Not a chance. You’d steal my pillows, Rox.”
Sol presses a soft kiss to my temple on her way out the door, laughing with me.
Roxie catches me around the waist, and pulls me in for a slow, lazy kiss that tastes like toothpaste and her.
I try to lean into it and give her the same greedy energy I usually do, but it comes out a little stiff. A little confused.
Roxie pulls back, frowning. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” I say, plastering on the brightest smile I can manage. “You want me, right?”
The words slip out before I can stop them. God, I sound needy as fuck.
Sol pauses in the doorway, her eyebrows lifting. “Where is this coming from, Reyes?”
I shrug, still smiling like it’s no big deal. “No reason. Sorry, I’m being weird. I’ll see you guys later at the gym.”
I grab my bag and slip past them before either can say anything else. My chest feels tight the whole walk to the gym. I keep replaying last night on loop, the way my scent soured, the way I still can’t stop wondering if maybe they’re already getting tired of me.
I shake my head hard and jog the last block.
It’s fine. I’m fine.
They said they want me. They said they want more than this semester.
I just have to believe it.
Even if, for the first time in my life, my body doesn’t feel like enough to make someone stay.