Chapter 18 August
August
Even before I got out of the car, sweat prickled at my skin, a shiver wracking my body that had absolutely nothing to do with the onset of winter.
I was glad I’d left Mia at home with Jerry, because my anxiety level was already high enough without worrying about protecting my daughter too.
I’d scanned the entire parking lot—twice—but finally closed my eyes and forced myself out of the car using hard logic.
The tiny store was nowhere near Victor’s part of the city.
The chances of running into him were beyond slim.
“I’m safe,” I whispered on repeat all the way to the front door, my footsteps rushing beyond the casual walk I’d attempted.
And sure enough, the store was almost entirely empty. The elderly greeter at the entrance gave me a welcoming smile, and I allowed myself to relax a little, even offering a strained smile in return.
The entire time I was at the grocery store, I used one hand to push the cart, while I kept the other one in my pocket wrapped around my new keychain.
While it did give me a certain sense of comfort, it also felt a little bit like a lie.
Victor was a cop, and if anyone saw me blasting him in the face with my pepper spray, they would absolutely tackle me to the ground (in a best-case scenario).
I’d never been afraid before Victor, and I wished I could’ve met Jerry and Lazlo earlier… before I was broken.
Little by little, though, aisle by aisle, I could feel myself letting down my guard.
A box of pasta, some tomato sauce, ground meat, a fancy-looking pie for dessert.
I was making dinner. This was just… life.
Nobody here cared who I was. They didn’t even look twice.
The lady working the bakery wasn’t a threat to me.
Neither was the pimply-faced teenager working the till or the harried woman in line behind me, trying to keep her toddler from launching all her groceries out of the cart.
So, when I saw the WE’RE HIRING sign at the front of the store, I caught the smallest whiff of what a normal life could feel like.
I took out my phone and snapped a picture of the contact number.
It would be nice if I could work again. Jerry and Lazlo had told me repeatedly not to worry about money, but I wanted to contribute.
If we were ever going to have a real relationship, we had to be equals.
Otherwise, they might start to resent me.
I would ask them what they thought later.
It’d been months since I left. Victor probably wasn’t even searching for me anymore.
He’d probably already moved on with someone new.
And with that thought, I released my grip on the pepper spray and blew out a sigh.
Yes, it was starting to feel like a real life was finally in my grasp. There was just one thing missing… Sex.
It was time for Operation Bone-Me-Already.
Dinner was almost ready when Jerry came in from cleaning out the chicken coop, and I made an exaggerated reaction to the bird-poop stench wafting off him. “Yikes,” I muttered, waving a hand in front of my nose, and he laughed.
“I can take a hint. I’ll go take a shower before dinner.” As soon as I heard the water turn on, I raced around and set the dining room table, all three place settings close together at one end, then set a few candles around to add some romantic mood lighting.
Through the front window, I saw Lazlo’s car pull up in the driveway, and my heart began to race, but this was a different kind of fear than this morning at the grocery store.
This was sheer giddy excitement. I was sooooo getting laid tonight.
My underwear was growing a little damp at the mere thought of finally getting filled by them.
When Lazlo opened the front door, I was standing there waiting for him, trying to contain my grin. “Hi, hon,” I said, taking his bag for him, then helping him off with his coat.
He eyed me suspiciously as he kicked off his boots. “What are you up to, Auggie?”
“Nothing. What makes you say that?” I pressed a kiss to his cheek, when what I really wanted was to jump him. Jerry wasn’t here yet, though, so I had to be patient.
“Hmm…” He let it go for now. “Something smells delicious. What’s for dinner?”
I beamed at him. “I made lasagna.”
“That sounds amazing, thank you for doing that.” He frowned as he listened to the absolute silence in the house. “Is Mia napping? Where’s Sammy?”
I turned to walk toward the kitchen so he couldn’t see the look on my face.
“Sam’s friend Carter is having a birthday slumber party, remember?
And Mia is next door with the neighbor. I thought we deserved an adult night, just the three of us.
” My voice had risen in pitch, and I cleared my throat.
“Why don’t you have a seat at the table. Jerry should be down in just a minute.”
While I got the lasagna out of the oven, I heard Jerry come downstairs, and the two of them conversed in quiet voices in the dining room. They encouraged me to be brave, to tell them what I wanted, so that was exactly what I was going to do.
We all sat down around the table, and they both poured on the praise. “This is incredible,” Jerry said, moaning erotically around his first mouthful. I was still getting used to the way they doted on me, and I often walked around with a permanent blush.
“You really went to a lot of trouble. What’s the occasion?” Lazlo asked.
I folded my hands in my lap, looked him right in the eye, and said, “I had a doctor’s appointment today. He said I’m fully healed and ready for sex.”
Jer choked on his water—I probably should’ve waited until he swallowed.
Lazlo’s jaw dropped, but he was frowning. “What doctor? I thought I was your doctor.”
“I went to see Doctor Follett at the hospital and—”
“Cedric? You went to see Cedric instead of me?” He looked devastated that I would see someone else.
I reached across the table and took his hand in mine, then took Jerry’s in the other. “I know how much you care about me and my health, and you would never risk hurting me. Doctor Follett could give me an unbiased opinion.”
Lazlo’s lower lip stuck out in an adorable pout. “I can be unbiased…” he lied in a tiny, defensive voice. Jerry had to cover his laugh. We both knew he had a tendency to be overly cautious when it came to me.
“Can we get back on topic?” I asked, trying to remain strong.
It was sweet that they wanted to protect me, but this was getting ridiculous.
I refused to be coddled anymore. I wanted to get dicked, and I wanted it now.
I drew in a deep breath and said patiently, “Do you remember when you told me that I could have anything I wanted?”
Lazlo’s eyes flicked to Jerry’s. “Yeeees,” he drawled slowly.
“Well, I appreciate how you’ve both been very patient, making sure that I don’t feel pressured in any way, but there’s no need. I want you both to fuck me now. Please,” I tacked on for good measure.
Jerry ran his hand down his face, smooth from a fresh shave. “Well, I’m game,” he offered, winking at me. “Come on, Laz, you heard the man.”
Lazlo, though, still looked unsure. I didn’t get it. I woke up to his dick poking me almost every morning, so it wasn’t physical. “Don’t you want me?” I asked, trying to pull my hand back, but he immediately gripped tighter.
“Trust me, that is not the problem.” He sighed, nudging his plate aside.
“If anything, I want you too much. This whole time I’ve been waiting for you to slip away.
I’m terrified. This is all just too good to be true.
I’ve always wanted a husband, a family, and almost overnight, it was all just dropped into my lap, ready-made.
I didn’t even have to work for it. It’s like winning the lottery.
But until now, I’ve never managed to find a single guy who was willing to commit to me for longer than a night or two, and now I’m supposed to believe I get both of you?
It feels a bit like double the heartbreak to me. ”
Jerry smirked. “You’re looking at this all wrong.
Have you ever considered that no one man could ever give you what you needed?
Maybe the two of us are just what you need.
” He pushed back from the table and crouched down beside Lazlo’s chair.
“We don’t want to hurt you, Laz. We want to keep you.
” He reached up and cupped his jaw, turning his face toward him.
“I love you both, and I can’t imagine a life without the three of us together. ”
“Really?” he asked, his vulnerability surprising me. This whole time I thought they’d been the brave ones, but they’d been holding on to just as much fear as I was.
“Me too!” I wiggled on my chair, slick making these pants more than a little clingy. “I love you both too!” I stood up from the table, my food still untouched. There were more important things to do than eat right now. “And you know what would make me love you more?”
Lazlo laughed, rubbing at his watery eyes. “Is it sex?”
“Yes!” I paused. “Wait, I’m not pressuring you now, am I? Shit. Should I take it back? I didn’t mean it. We can wait if you still want.”
“You’d better not take it back. I’ve been hard pretty much nonstop for the past two months, and turning back now might cause permanent injury.”
“Oh, thank fuck!” Jerry moaned, standing to his full height, giving us a clear view of his erection trying its best to tear through his pants.
He palmed the bulge, pressing the heel of his hand over it in an attempt to tame it.
“If you aren’t in that bedroom in the next 30 seconds, I will take you wherever I happen to catch you. I recommend a mattress.”
Lazlo and I locked eyes, and then with a burst of laughter, we ran for the stairs.
The entire way, I fumbled with my clothes, leaving an easy-to-follow path, just in case Jerry was tempted to get lost on his way to the bedroom.
With my shirt over my face, though, I stumbled.
Thankfully, Lazlo was there to catch me, and he helped me to finish undressing.
We tumbled into the bedroom, Lazlo hopping on one foot to remove his own clothes. There was no graceful way to remove skinny jeans. “How long do you think he’ll make us wait?” he began to ask, but just then, Jerry’s shadow filled the doorway.
“Not long.” Our alpha’s voice was tight with the tension visible in his entire body, in this moment a predator, stalking its prey. “Stand beside the bed,” he commanded, and we rushed to obey. Poor Lazlo still had one sock on, but he wasn’t about to risk insubordination to remove it.
Jerry was still frustratingly clothed, but when I reached for his belt to help with it, he caught my wrist lightly.
“Did I say you could touch?” I shook my head quickly, unsure how to react to his brusque voice, but then his gaze softened, realizing his mistake.
He clarified, “If either of you lay a finger on me right now, I won’t last anywhere near long enough to see you both satisfied.
Give me a few minutes to enjoy torturing myself first.” Ever the caregiver, setting aside his own pleasure in favor of attending to ours.
So dressed in khakis and a tight Henley, he dropped to his knees in front of us.
He knelt there, taking in our dual erections for a moment, head bowed in reverence.
Then he slowly reached up and took each of us in hand, and I had to bite back the groan that built in my throat.
Gods, just the barest touch of fingers and I was already loading the chamber, ready to burst.
He leaned in and brushed his nose along Lazlo’s shaft, then mine, breathing us in.
He looked like a man starving in front of a buffet, and he didn’t know where to start.
He leaned in and licked a stripe up the underside of Lazlo’s cock, and the sounds from them both made slick drip down my thighs.
I would’ve died happy just watching them, but he turned to me next, and before I could string two thoughts together, he rolled the foreskin back and engulfed my entire cock in his mouth, right to the base.
My eyes rolled back, a strangled moan dragged out of me, and my knees threatened to give out.
But of course, Lazlo was there, an arm around my waist as he caught my jaw and angled my face up. “That’s it, baby. Let it all out. I want to hear how good he makes you feel.” And then he kissed me, hard and deep, as though looking for the source of all my pleasure.
The thing of it was, my entire body thrummed with pleasure, to the point I couldn’t focus on any one thing.
The slow deliberate drag of Jerry’s tongue, the careful scrape of his teeth.
Watching my dick disappear down his throat, his lips wet and swollen, cheeks hollowed, suction driving up the intensity.
Lazlo’s hands, one thumbing my nipple, the other slipping lower behind me, fingers gliding through slick in search of my quivering entrance.
To want both of them might’ve been the greediest thing I’d ever felt, but at this exact moment, I decided it was the best damn decision I’d ever made, and nothing and no one would ever change my mind.