Chapter Nine
“It’s okay, Esme. We will take care of you,” Hudson promises, as he steps into me.
I press back and feel a warmth behind me. Looking over my shoulder, I see Walker. He doesn’t say anything, but his hands slide up my stomach.
“That’s a good girl, Esme. Let them worship you,” Levi says from the side.
“Levi,” I moan as Hudson kisses my neck. “I want you too.”
He smirks at me. “Of course you do.”
He steps closer then, his lips taking mine. Having all three touch me is the sweetest torture. I could have this if I’m brave enough. I can have all three of them.
I gasp awake, my pussy throbbing.
That was one hell of a dream. I had been dreaming of them individually for so long, but that’s the first time they all showed up together.
I think back to what they said the day before.
For over a decade, Walker, Hudson, and I have been looking for a woman to share.
It scared me. I rejected it immediately. How could I possibly be with three men at once?
Obviously, I think I could handle it physically. At least, dream me can, but I’m not sure I could handle it socially.
My phone pings on the nightstand. Grabbing it, I smile when I see what it is.
It’s the group chat between the guys and me. It’s a mixture of memes, jokes, and Hudson annoying the other two. I like that they message as if I’m not here. It helps give me insight into them all.
Then I look at my other messages. I have three. One from each one.
Walker: Good morning, Pixie.
Hudson: GM, Darlin’. Can’t wait to see your beautiful face.
Levi: I hope you slept well, Angel. Have a good day at work.
It’s a little scary to have such huge feelings for three men at once. I always thought love was meant to be between two people. I never imagined that I could have feelings for three people at once, but I do.
Opening my social media, I search for Aurora Blake, one of my favorite cooking influencers. She is the only person I have actually seen in a poly relationship.
I open her newest video and see her smiling along with one of her men. She looks so happy.
Clicking on another video, she has the same smile as she jokes with another of her men.
Video after video, I watch as she is loved by not three men, but four.
Maybe it could work out, but I’m not sure I’m ready to jump into it yet.
She probably won’t answer, but I need someone to talk to about this, so I shoot her a message.
Es_the_Animal_Whisperer: Hey. I know you probably won’t even see this, but I have no one else to talk to about it.
I have feelings for three men, and I don’t know how to handle it.
They are all friends and all willing to be with me, but I’m not sure how I could handle the social scrutiny.
How do you do it? Does it ever get to you? -Esme
Sending the message, I go back to the messages with the men and respond.
Me: Good morning, Walker. kissy face
Me: Hello Hudson. Can’t wait to see you again.
Me: I did sleep well. Thank you, Levi.
Then I pop one in the group chat.
Me: Glad to see you guys have been busy this morning.
Setting the phone back on the nightstand, I get up and do my morning routine. When I finally check it again, I smile at the responses.
Walker: kissyface
Levi: Glad to hear it, pretty girl.
Hudson: What are you doing today?
There are like twelve new messages in the group chat, so I ignore it for now, responding to Hudson since his is the only one that requires a response.
Me: I usually do laundry and clean around the house. Why?
He responds back quickly.
Hudson: Could I tempt you with a date?
I smile down at my phone. A date. I haven’t been on one of those in so long. I know the guys said yesterday was a date, and it did kind of feel like one, but it was a lot. A one-on-one date sounds amazing.
Me: I could be persuaded.
I smile when the bubble comes up that he is typing.
Hudson: I’ll do whatever I have to. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. Dress comfortably. You will be on my bike.
I bite my lip. Riding on the back of one of their bikes is so freeing. I feel like another person.
Me: I’ll be ready.
Then I freak out trying to figure out what to wear. It takes me at least ten minutes to settle on a pair of jeans and a light sweater. Then another three picking out a comfortable pair of ankle boots.
When I head to the bathroom to slap some makeup on, the doorbell rings.
I open the door, finding Hudson on the other side with a stuffed rabbit plushie in his hands.
“Hey, come in. I’m not ready yet. I swear I’m not one of those girls, but you gave me fifteen minutes,” I tell him.
He steps inside, grabbing my hand and bringing it to his lips. “I’d wait an eternity for you. Here, this is for you.”
He hands me the plushie, making my cheeks heat. I actually love it. It’s soft and cute. I know I will be sleeping with it tonight.
“I just need to put some makeup on. I’ll be right back.”
Before I can turn away, he tightens his hold on my hand. “Darling, you are gorgeous as is. No makeup needed.”
He’s wrong, though. If only to cover my red cheeks, I need some sort of armor.
“Thank you, Hudson. I would feel better with it, though.”
He nods. “Whatever makes you happy as long as you know you don’t need it.”
I hide my face as I hurry away from him. I make sure I put the rabbit on my bed before I do a quick application of foundation and eyeliner. I don’t bother with anything else.
When I come out, I find him looking at all the photos on my walls.
“You really love animals, don’t you?” he asks, staring at a large picture of a hippo that was taken last year when I traveled to Africa to learn more about their natural habitats.
“I do. They are interesting creatures.”
“I don’t see any of your family.” He turns to me with questions in his eyes.
“Foster kid. Never had a real family,” I admit.
He frowns, coming to my side. “You do now.”
My heart aches at his words. I want it so much, but it’s the first date. Way too soon for proclamations.
“Where are we going?” I ask, changing the subject, and he allows it.
“Food then a scary movie marathon over at The Bleachers.”
My eyes widen. The Bleachers is a movie complex, but it’s not your typical movies.
It’s meant for a more intimate viewing experience.
There are little areas roped off for each group based on how many are in it.
You then bring your own items to make it more comfortable.
Sometimes groups of friends go, but it’s known more for being a hot spot for dates.
I’ve never been.
“Is that okay?” he asks, mistaking my silence for apprehension.
“I’ve never been, but always wanted to go. It sounds fun.”
Relief fills his face.
“You said you prefer scary movies, so I thought it was perfect. They just started their Halloween movie marathons last Wednesday.”
“Sounds fun. Should we go then?”
He nods, walking to the door. He takes my key from me, locking it as we both step outside.
Then he takes my arm as he leads me to the beautiful motorcycle sitting out front.
He stores my purse and keys in his saddlebag before he hands me a helmet.
This one is smaller and fits on my head perfectly.
It’s also my favorite color, a beautiful mahogany red.
It reminds me of the leaves changing colors.
I let him place it on me before strapping it in. Then he pulls out a leather jacket. This time, it feels a bit heavier.
“Why is it so heavy?” I ask.
He smirks down at me. “It has a plate in the back so if anything happens, you have an added layer of protection. There are also two smaller ones right here.”
He pats each side of the jacket in the front before he zips it up.
“Did you borrow this from someone?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “Bought it specifically for you, darling. Come on, let’s get this date started.”
He bought it specifically for me.
My heart is in my throat as I climb on the back of the bike.
I could see myself easily falling in love with Hudson. He’s a charmer, sure, but there is so much more to him. When he cares about you, it’s obvious that he will do anything to take care of you.
I wrap my arms around him and close my eyes.
Yeah, I could fall in love with this man.
This date was the best idea I ever had.
We ended up eating at a little diner on the way to The Bleachers. It was cozy and intimate in ways that a fancy restaurant could never be.
We laughed.
We joked.
I made her smile so hard her cheeks hurt.
It was successful in more ways than one. Not only is she having a good time, but I convinced her to play twenty questions.
I was able to learn about all of her favorite things.
Favorite flower: gardenias.
Favorite coffee: Spring-cherry chai, even though it’s not a coffee; Summer-brown sugar latte; Fall-pumpkin spice latte; Winter-peppermint latte.
Favorite food: pasta and whatever potato she can get her hands on.
Favorite pizza topping: ham and cheese.
The list goes on and on, and I made a mental note of each one. She learned a lot of my own in return. I hope she noted them as closely as I noted hers.
By the time we left, it already felt like I knew this girl for years rather than a little over a week.
Now we are at the movies with our little cocoon perfectly laid out.
“You really went through a lot to make it comfy, huh?” she asks.
“Only the best for my queen,” I joke, holding my hand out to her as I’m on my knee.
“You did good, peasant,” she jokes back.
I love that about her. At first, I tried to tame myself. I didn’t want to be too much for her. Then I let a little joke slip that would normally make the guys roll their eyes.
She didn’t. She laughed, then kept the joke going.
Little by little, I let myself become more like myself in front of her. She is as silly as I am, and I fucking love it.
“Come sit with me,” I tell her.
She laughs but lets me pull her down onto the bed I made of blankets and pillows. It really is a little haven in the middle of this theater.