Chapter 11 Double Trouble #3
“She is dripping for us,” Declan says as he kisses my neck and pushes two fingers into me. His palm rubs my clit as he starts to fuck me with his fingers. He curls his fingers and hits a spot inside of me that forces a moan. “Damn, she is tight as hell too.”
“What do you want, Mia?” Darian asks. “Do you want him to stop?”
“Please don’t stop,” I whimper.
“What do you want then?”
“I want to come,” I say, my shyness slipping away with each stroke of his fingers.
“If we make you come, you belong to us. Got it?” Declan says and I nod, trying not to moan loudly. “Say it.”
“I’ve got it,” I whimper. “Please. This is torture.”
“Do you deserve to come after being a brat,” Declan asks.
“I swear to God, I will throw a tantrum if you edge me,” I threaten, and they both laugh.
“Come for us then, pretty girl,” Darian says before kissing me softly.
Declan and Darian hook their legs around mine to keep me from closing them as Declan quickens his movements.
He suddenly shifts and focuses on just my clit.
I can’t focus on kissing Darian, so I pull away, but he immediately covers my mouth.
When my orgasm hits me, my entire body tenses and my back arches dramatically.
‘There ya go,” Declan says softly. “That’s a good girl.”
When my body finally relaxes, he pulls his hand out of my jeans before putting his fingers in his mouth to lick them clean. “Just as sweet as I thought,” he says with a smile.
“I don’t even know what to say,” I pant as they let me have my arms back.
“Come down and have a few drinks with us,” Declan suggests.
“I could use a drink,” I admit. “Not too much... I don’t drink often.”
I slowly peel my eyes open and groan when the sunlight makes my head throb. I am hardly awake as I try to recall what led to me feeling like death. The last thing I remember is going downstairs to have a few drinks. I remember taking a few shots, but then everything turns into a blur.
“Oh look, she’s alive,” Declan says humorously. I pull the pillow out from under my head and cover my face with it. As I wake up some more, I am hyper-aware of the little amount of clothing I have on under the blanket.
I abruptly sit up and pull the blanket up to cover my chest. I have a tank top and underwear on, but no bra. My stomach churns and my head spins as Declan pulls me back down to bed. “What the fuck happened?” I ask.
“You weren’t joking when you said you don’t drink often,” Darian laughs. “You got pretty wasted.”
“Why don’t I have clothes on and why are you two in my bed?” I ask.
“You came up here to watch a movie when we realized you were drunk. We came up here to check on you a few times. By the time we came up the last time, no one was here. You ended up getting sick, so we helped you get cleaned up and in bed. We are still here because we were afraid you’d die in your sleep otherwise,” Darian says.
“No one touched you, if that’s where that sudden spike of anxiety was headed. ”
“I feel like I was hit by a bus,” I complain.
“Here. Drink some water,” Declan says as he grabs a bottle of water off the nightstand and offers it to me. I take it from him and sit up.
“Thanks,” I sigh and drink from the bottle. When I’ve had more than half, I hand it back and lay down. “I’m going back to sleep.”
“Okay. We will get you up later to eat,” Darian says, kissing my forehead.
“Thank you,” I mumble. “I’m sorry if drunk me did anything dumb.”
“No, you were fine,” Declan says. “You demanded sandwich cuddles, and we were happy to provide.”
“Damn. I’m sad I don’t remember that,” I smile. They both snuggle up close and wrap their arms around me. I immediately relax and Declan chuckles.
“I think it’s adorable when you do that,” Darian says. “Last night you said it was like being comforted gave your body permission to let go of tension.”
“That’s pretty accurate,” I say.
“Sleep now, Mia,” Declan says. “We will stay here until you fall asleep.”
“Mia,” I hear a voice call out.
“Is she alive?” Shauna asks.
“Yes, she’s alive,” Declan laughs.
“Did you fondle her to death or something? Why is she so out of it?” Shauna asks.
“She drank a bit too much,” Darian says.
“I was hoping…” she starts to say.
“Shut up,” I mumble.
“That came before the drinking,” Darian laughs.
“Wait, what?” Shauna asks.
“Stop,” I groan and throw my pillow in the direction of Shauna’s voice.
“So touchy,” Shauna laughs.
“That was definitely me,” Declan says as I roll to my belly and rest my head in my arms. Suddenly someone lies on top of me and I grunt
“Get off of me you whore,” I complain.
“That’s no way to talk to your best friend,” Shauna says, poking me in the side. I squeal and try to wiggle away from her.
“Leave me alone. Shauna, stop it,” I giggle.
“I’m stronger. Tell me what they’re talking about,” she demands, poking me in the side again.
“Fine. Stop it. Let me up,” I say wiggling again. She lets me sit up but stays sitting beside me. Declan and Darian sit on the end of the bed and watch me. “They… pinned me on the bed.”
“Kinky,” she says, wiggling her eyebrows. “One of them finger fucked you, didn’t they?”
“Yeah,” I say slowly. “Declan.”
“Hell yeah,” she says with a big smile. “So, are you dating them?”
“I… don’t know. I just know that apparently, I have been claimed,” I shrug.
“Yes,” Declan says simply.
“So… just curious… anyone considered what your parents will say?” she asks, and I sigh.
“We will cross that bridge when we get there,” Declan says. “We aren’t related or anything so it’s not a big deal.”
“As long as you’re thinking about it,” she says then perks up. “Oh! There is a pool party happening today. Come with me, Mia.”
“Uh… yeah. I just need to find my bathing suit,” I say. She turns to my dresser and starts looking through drawers.
“Here, wear this,” she says, tossing something at me. It’s a black and neon pink bikini that ties at the hip and behind my back. “This looks amazing on you.”
I laugh when Declan and Darian sigh. “What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Nothing,” Declan says flatly.
“Okay, well I’m going to get dressed,” I say as I get up and go to my closet to get a bathing suit cover. I go to the bathroom and get changed then downstairs to get a protein bar.
“Do you ever eat real food, Mia?” Shauna asks.
“I had pizza last night,” I shrug.
“You know I have seen you eat real food maybe like four times since we have been in college?” she says.
“Stop it,” I say. “Don’t start that shit again please.”
“Start what?” Declan asks.
“She has an eating disorder and won’t admit it,” Shauna says. “She does just enough so her mom doesn’t realize and make her get help.”
“No, I don’t,” I sigh.
“No? Then put the protein bar back and we can grab food on the way to the pool,” she says. Darian doesn’t give me a choice and takes the bar from me and tosses it on the counter.
“Fine,” I huff. “Let’s go.”
Logically, I know she’s right. It’s not that I don’t want to face it.
I do know that it’s a problem. Trying to fix it means risking gaining weight and that terrifies me.
I hate eating because I always feel like I’m doing something wrong, and I’ll ruin all the progress I made.
I didn’t really start having issues until I had already lost weight.
I gained a few pounds, and it made me panic.
When I have problems with my anxiety, it can get severe fast. Once something triggers it, nothing can stop it until I come down on my own.
We stop at a burrito restaurant, and I decide on a burrito bowl to avoid the tortilla. My favorite thing to get is spicy chicken with cilantro and lime rice. I end up putting most of their vegetables on because it’s something that doesn’t make me feel guilty for eating.
We are sitting in the car eating when Shauna turns and looks at my food. “What?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at her.
“You know that carbs aren’t going to kill you,” she says. “You’re going to turn into a vegetable eating so many of them like that.”
“Well… that would be unfortunate,” I say nonchalantly.
“Wait,” she says when Declan and Darian laugh. “I didn’t think that through before I said it.”
“It’s one of the few things that don’t make me feel guilty for eating,” I say.
“And before you say it. I know. Okay? I know it’s a problem, but I stick to eating what I can so I’m at least having something without triggering a bigger problem.
I haven’t lost weight in a while, so I know I’m healthy.
You constantly jumping down my throat doesn’t help. ”
“I know. I’m sorry,” she says. “I just worry about you.”
“I know. I appreciate the concern,” I say.
Once we are done eating, we throw away our trash before driving to the pool.
The party is at a private club that someone rented out.
They technically could have used the pool on campus, but that would mean no one can drink and these are a bunch of college kids.
Why they think drinking while swimming is safe is beyond me, but at least they have lifeguards.
I will definitely not be drinking. Not after how terrible I felt this morning.
We find a spot to lay our blankets out on chairs before I take my cover off and I’m left in just the bikini. “Damn girl,” Shauna says. “You look good.”
“Thank you,” I smile. I look at the guys and they are scanning my body. “Y’all okay?”
“Uh… yeah,” Declan says. “We are going to go get a drink and socialize a bit. Stay out of trouble, please.”
“So, no tequila and stay away from Jared?” I ask, nodding in his friend's direction.
“Is he the one who was hitting on you in front of everyone?” Shauna asks.
“Yeah,” I laugh. “Go on. I’ll stay away from the alcohol.”
“But not Jared?” Darian asks, narrowing his eyes.
“I won’t approach him, but I also won’t be a bitch to him if he comes over to me,” I say. “Don’t trust your friend?”
“Mia… that man would sell his own mother to get laid. Unless he knows they are openly dating someone, he will push the limits,” Declan says, and I laugh.