47. Chapter Forty-Seven
The sound of wet skin slapping against the tiles and Callie’s soft moans travelling through the bathroom door has my dick rock solid in my joggers as I lay in Nate’s bed beside Brad.
“Think we need to give him some tips?” Brad asks, shuffling closer to me on the bed. “Sounds like he could use some help on when to fasten his pace and that, you know?”
“Shut the fuck up, man.” I reach out and attempt to push him further away from me, but his bulky body doesn’t budge. He snorts in amusement and lifts himself onto his elbow, his attention solely on me.
“Don’t pretend like you’re not listening. It’s hard not to. Her sweet little noises are echoing around the room and I can clearly see that it’s turning you on,” he states, making a point of staring at my tented bottoms.
“Yes, Brad, I can hear it. So can you, so clearly, there’s nothing that Nate needs to change because Callie is obviously very bloody happy with what he can do,” I huff, lifting myself off of the bed and adjusting myself.
“Hey, it was your idea to come in here. I don’t know why you seem so pissed off.”
“I suggested coming in here so that we could all sleep in a bed together so that Callie had us all with her if she needed us. You were the pervert that wanted to stay even though we realised they were getting it on in the bathroom!”
He gapes at me in mock horror. “You rude bastard!”
I roll my eyes and turn to walk out of the room, but the sound of Callie’s pleasure-filled screech and a long, drawn-out curse from Nate has me stopping in my tracks.
My eyes flick over to the bathroom door, and I hear the water stop running. Muffled voices sound behind the door as well as some movement.
I glance at Brad and he waves me over to the bed, his expression panicked.
“Get over here! They can’t know that we’ve been listening!” he whispers harshly, arms flailing around.
I glance down at the noticeable bulge in my trousers and then sigh before hurrying over to the bed and lying beside Brad.
As the bathroom door opens, Brad snaps his eyes shut and parts his mouth as he releases fake snores. I clamp my lips together and avoid looking at him, trying to contain my laughter.
Nate walks out of the bathroom, a white towel snugly wrapped around his hips. When he sees us on his bed, he freezes and raises a brow in question.
“Uh, we, uh,” I stumble over my words, glancing past him to see if Callie’s also coming out of the bathroom. When I don’t spot her small frame, I continue blubbering like an idiot. “We wanted to check on her, and then, well, we decided to wait.”
Nate narrows his eyes at me and then looks over to Brad who’s still pretending to sleep.
“So, you decided that instead of leaving and coming back later, you’d listen in on an intimate moment between me and Callie?”
Brad bursts out laughing, scaring me so much that I jump off of the bed.
“Intimate moment,” he chortles. “Nate, I love you, but we really need to teach you some things.”
Nate scowls at him and quickly grabs the bathroom door, pulling it closed behind him before he stomps over to us.
“Please, shut the fuck up!” He snaps, angry gaze darting between the both of us. “Callie doesn’t need you two acting like a pair of buffoons at the moment, she’s fragile, and she’s struggling.”
“What do you mean?” Brad asks, no longer laughing and now staring at Nate with a serious expression on his face.
Nate glances at the closed door before he sits on the bed next to Brad.
“She’s not coping as well as we thought she was. She’s horrified when she looks at herself because of the scars and the brand. She’s admitted to me that she’s struggling to forget about the video as well. So yes, we had an intimate moment.” He pointedly glares at Brad before continuing. “I hated seeing her upset and she asked for my help. I said we had an intimate moment because it wasn’t sex. It was more than that for both of us. She cried quite a lot, but I think it’s because she was battling with her emotions and trying to keep certain thoughts out of her head. Yes, we did technically have sex, but it wasn’t like any sex I’ve ever had before,” he admits.
Brad and I share a glance, sadly smiling at each other.
“Is she okay now?” I ask, worry causing my stomach to turn.
He nods his head, glancing over at the bathroom door again.
“Yeah. She’s still feeling a little vulnerable at the moment, but she said that it’s helped her a little bit, and she’s going to try and think about her scars the way that I think of them. It’s going to take time, but I genuinely think she’s going to be okay. Just try not to pay attention to her scars. If you do, make sure she knows that she’s still beautiful. She needs to know that we don’t see her differently.”
He stands from the bed, walks over to a set of drawers and pulls out two t-shirts from the top one.
“I came out to get her some clothes whilst she dried off, weirdly enough, I was also told to come and get you because she wanted us all in the same room for the night. You’re both a pair of perverts for listening to us, but she wanted you here, so maybe you both know her well enough to know she needed you.”
With that, he grabs some shorts from the floor and then walks back into the bathroom, leaving me and Brad to sit in silence, staring after him.
After a few minutes, the door opens again, and Nate walks into the bedroom, holding Callie’s hand and tugging her behind him.
When my eyes settle on her, my chest warms and a smile creeps onto my face.
“Hey, Pretty Girl.” Her red-rimmed eyes meet mine as her hand tugs at the hem of Nate’s shirt that she’s wearing.
“So, cutie. Which two of us do you want to sleep beside and who’s sleeping at the bottom of the bed?” Brad asks, standing from the bed and striding over to her.
“I, uh, I don’t mind,” she mutters, her soft blue eyes pinging between each of us as she gnaws on her lower lip.
Nate tugs on her hand, moving her towards the bed and pulling the covers back.
“You get into bed. You need the rest. I’ll go get you a drink.” He presses a kiss to her forehead and then turns to Brad and me once she clambers onto the bed, tucking herself underneath the covers. “I’m on the left side. I’m not sleeping at the end of my own bed, so you two fuckers can decide who is whilst I get us all a drink.”
“I’m not sleeping near anyone”s feet,” I state.
“Neither am I. This is practically my house, so I should get the privilege of sleeping on the other side of Callie.”
“That’s not a valid reason,” I tell him, rolling my eyes. “Callie, who would you rather-” My words halt when I look over at the bed and see Callie sound asleep smack bang in the middle. The covers are pulled up to her chin and her hands are clenched tightly around them, but her face is peaceful and relaxed, giving me hope that she’s happy and content.
“Fuck it, we’ll just alternate throughout the night,” Brad sighs as he, too watches Callie.
I whip off my joggers and lift my top over my head before quickly climbing into Nate’s bed beside Callie.
“Wake me up in a few hours and we’ll switch,” I tell him, throwing him a wink before settling down on top of the covers and wrapping my arm around Callie’s waist.
Brad huffs and as he starts to undress, Nate quietly walks back into the room with four bottles of water. He glances over at Brad who’s huffing and puffing as he strips his clothes off, then over at me and chuckles.
“I had a feeling that you would’ve won that battle.”
“He hasn’t won any battle. We’re gonna be switching,” Brad grumbles.
As they both quietly climb into bed, Callie’s body shifts. She wiggles between mine and Nate’s bodies, and her hands unclench from the covers. She groans as she twists around onto her stomach, stretching her arms out until they rest across our chests.
She kicks her legs beneath the covers and then huffs.
“Brad, lay down,” she demands, her voice laced with sleep.
He sprawls his body along the bottom of the bed, using his arm as a pillow and once he’s stopped moving, Callie twists her leg out of the covers and drapes it over him.
“That’s better,” She sighs, a small smile tugging at her lips as her body relaxes once more.
Silence fills the room as each of us watches Callie’s back rising and falling.
“So, we’re really doing this then?”
I glance at Brad and nod.
“There’s no way I’m letting her go. If that means I have to put up with you two as well, then I’m okay with that.”
“Same here,” Nate agrees, leaning over and switching off his lamp, bathing us all in darkness. “We’ll learn along the way, and I have no doubts that it’s going to be a rocky road, but we’ll manage.”
“As long as we’ve got Callie, we’ll be just fine,” Brad states.