22. Grady #2
“I couldn’t ignore you if I tried,” Parker effortlessly quips back.
My jaw works for a second. I remind myself to breathe, repeating the word in my head a dozen times before finally mumbling, “S-same.”
Years of speech therapy, decades of shame and inferiority, have me genuinely fearful every time I speak. But they never flinch. Even if I get absolutely stuck on a word, they don’t rush me or expect me to “spit it out already”. Still, I have a small flare of panic every time I think about talking.
And then they prove me wrong.
Leah’s cheeks bloom the most beautiful shade of pink, nearly matching her hair. Parker settles into my still-working hands, sighing as I find a particularly knotted spot.
“Keep it up over there. I’m liable to swerve off the road into a strategic clearing,” Leah grumbles.
I laugh, loud and genuine, while Parker cackles unexpectedly. “You wanna get fucked in the woods? I’m sure Grady would love to pin you up against a tree and have the time of his life.”
My dick twitches at the thought. “O-only if you’re the t-t-tree,” I manage to work out, cheeks burning.
“Fuck, are you talking dirty to me right now?” Parker fans himself.
“I’m a little jealous that you two will have so much alone time.
I’m going to be tripling my training efforts over the next couple of months.
Fuck her extra for me, I’ll be too tired.
” Despite his flirty words, he can’t hide the frustration in his voice.
“There’s a whole lot to unpack there, but we’re gonna save that for after chicken and waffles. Let’s go take our usual booth, hide out, and chill for a sec, okay?” Leah puts the truck in park and we all file into the diner.
There aren’t many people here, since we’ve made a midday trip.
The cracked pink pleather squeaks as we slide into our booth.
This time, we all take one side, with our backs facing the rest of the room.
Thanks to my sheer size, I’m on the outside, hanging halfway into the aisle.
We’re secluded back here, and it’s cozy aside from that.
Leah is against the wood-paneled wall, and Parker is nestled between us with a light smile on his face.
Darlene stops by with a bright grin, bringing our usual drinks. “Three orders of chicken and waffles for ya, coming right up.” She spins on her heel, poodle skirt twirling, and struts away.
Seconds after she leaves, Leah sips her cherry Coke with a curious expression, and Parker squirms strangely next to me.
“Wha—” He chokes on a sharp inhale, biting his lower lip.
His flushed cheeks answer my unasked questions. She’s drinking with her left hand. The right one is nowhere to be seen.
Sly little fox.
Looking over my shoulder to make sure nobody else is around, I slip my left hand below the table. She already has his pants undone. Perfect.
When I grip his already-hard cock, Parker’s attention flies to me, lips slightly parted. I don’t blame him for being shocked as I join her in stroking and teasing him. Until now, he’s always been the one to touch me.
“Fuck,” he whispers, holding back his moans. “You’re both so fucking bad. God, this is hot as hell.” His hips move slightly as he throbs in our grips.
Leah trails her fingers over mine, moving her attention to the tip. She focuses on his most sensitive spots while I stroke leisurely, hand sliding lower to grip his balls.
His breaths grow shallow, eyes fluttering as they roll. He’s trying to be discreet, but failing. It’s maddening in the best way. My cock strains against my jeans as the closer he gets to bursting.
Face reddening, chest heaving, his eyes snap open. “Guys, where am I gonna come?”
Leah looks over at me and I nod, understanding the silent instruction. I slide out of the booth enough to let him move over. Once she has room, she slips under the table and swallows him down, taking the last bit of his restraint with her.
As he squeezes my thigh with his release, I take one final glance around the room, kissing his neck when the coast is clear. A garbled sound squeaks out of him before he can stop it, but he’s quick to recover.
Leah rights herself with a smug look on her face. I slide back into the booth as far as I can manage, tittering just loud enough for us to hear.
Parker clears his throat, gathering himself. “You two are filthy, I love it.”
Leah pecks him on the cheek, and he gives her a lazy smirk in return. “Figured you could use a mood boost. You were wound all tight.”
When he turns my way, his expression shifts, bashful and surprised. “I, uh. You didn’t have to—”
Throwing caution to the wind, I kiss him, shutting down his “way out” for me. Just a quick press of our lips, but it sends a message. One he understands completely. His jaw unclenches, and the light in his eyes brightens.
That’s right, I wanted to.
He closes his eyes, resting his head against the back of the booth. “Thank you, both of you.”
We give in to the silence, allowing him a moment to forget the day, the life we’re all stuck with.
When our food arrives, he straightens, swallowing before he begins, “We’re fucked.”
The way he says it feels certain, finite, terrifying.
What the hell happened in that office?