Chapter 26 - Hayden
HAYDEN
Three days. Two nights. That’s how long it’d been, living under the boys’ roof, tiptoeing around the things I really wanted.
With four different work schedules, it wasn’t at all like our ski weekend at the cabin.
Carter and Sawyer were working The Refuge, and Bodie was off doing whatever mysterious shit Bodie did.
Collectively, we were busy. We barely saw each other.
Between my shifts at the animal shelter, and maintaining my client list at two different physical therapy clinics, our encounters were woefully brief.
That’s not to say there hadn’t been boiling levels of sexual tension; over the course of my stay.
For one, I wasn’t used to passing shirtless hunks in the hallway, on the way to and from the communal bathroom shower.
I wasn’t used to seeing long, muscular legs protruding from skin-tight boxer briefs, or the feast my eyes sometimes enjoyed at the dick-shaped bulge that rested between them.
The guys had likewise enjoyed similar views, with me wearing some of the shortest shorts and skimpiest tops I owned.
I’d made little to zero effort to cover up.
I’d even ‘dropped’ things, and bent over a few times, just for good measure.
I had serious regrets about strutting out of Carter’s bedroom the other night; especially since he hadn’t followed me. But hey, everyone made mistakes. And some mistakes, like this one, were made to be rectified.
“You guys need another beer?”
I waited until the strategically perfect time to ask the question. All three of them were on the couch, lounging out, watching television. And not just any television, but the Thursday night game.
“Actually, that would be amazing, thanks,” Carter said mechanically. “If you could—”
His sentence abruptly ended as his gaze swung my way. I was standing to one side of the television, three cold beers already in hand. I was also standing apparently fresh from the shower, in nothing but a white terrycloth bathrobe.
The resulting silence — other than the football announcer on television — was deafening.
“You were saying?” I asked innocently.
Three pairs of eyes were glued to me now. I let my robe hang generously open as I sauntered over, took their empties, and handed each of them a fresh bottle.
“Thanks,” they murmured one by one.
“No, thank you,” I said sweetly. “Each of you. All of you. Not just for letting me stay here, but also for being such perfect gentlemen.”
My smile was overdone. So was my hair and makeup, which sure as hell didn’t look fresh from the shower.
“Gentlemen,” Sawyer repeated numbly.
“Perfect gentlemen,” I corrected him.
He let out a short laugh. “And how’s that?”
“Well, you took me in, you gave me a bed, and you respected me enough not to climb into it.” I sighed wistfully. “The rumor going around the house is that you boys are giving me space. You’re respecting my boundaries.”
He twisted the beer in his hand, nervously. “Okay…”
“There’s only one problem with that,” I said, reaching down to undo the terrycloth belt. With a shrug of my shoulders, the robe fell straight to the floor.
“I have no boundaries.”
Three jaws dropped open, as my three lovers bolted upright.
The lingerie I was all decked out in was jet black and blood red.
It stretched from my plunging lace corset to the slutty fishnets that climbed up my legs, all the way to the tops of my thighs.
Those ended in the hottest pair of garter belts I could find, attached to a pair of very small, very crotchless boy shorts.
For a long moment, no one spoke.
“As you can see, I went shopping,” I chuckled, stepping between them and the television. Spreading my legs shoulder width apart, I set my hands on my hips. “Do you boys like?”
They nodded together, wordlessly, like bobbleheads. The metaphor made me chuckle some more.
“Good, because we need to go over some things,” I said, mustering my confidence. “I’ll do it quickly too, so you can get back to your game.”
Bodie, I noticed, hadn’t said a word yet. His eyes locked themselves on mine though, as he brought his beer to his lips and tilted it back.
“While I appreciate your respectful approach to me staying here,” I began, “it’s the exact opposite of what I want.
I want sex. Gobs and gobs of dripping, molten hot sex.
I want it rough, I want it sweet, I want it any way I can get it.
One on one, two on one, or you can all deck me at the same time,” I smiled devilishly, “I just need you to know I’m fair fucking game. ”
My words were enough to make even Sawyer blush. And that was saying something.
“Holy shit, Hayden.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I laughed them off. “Look, you don’t whisk a girl away for a weekend and fuck her brains out, then expect her to go celibate when you move her in.
It just doesn’t work that way. In fact, after what you boys did to me in Maine, I’m pretty sure you’ve created a monster. And speaking of monsters…”
I bit my lip in mock contemplation, letting my gaze intentionally drop to Sawyer’s crotch. I salivated over the bulge there for a moment, before letting my eyes shift to Carter’s, then Bodie’s, in turn.
“So watch the game,” I breathed, huskily. “And drink your beer. And enjoy the show, so to speak.”
Choosing one of them at random, I stepped forward and slid my hands high on his thighs.
“Now, let me get out of your way,” I murmured, dropping to my knees with a wink. “So you boys have a clear view of the TV…”