Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
NATALIA
“So, am I misreading things, or do you want to fuck me?”
“Nat.” Hudson’s head falls back, the spatula he’s holding clattering against the quartz countertop. “You can’t just start a conversation like that, baby.”
I ignore him, turning back to Garrett with my face propped into my hands. “Well?”
His brows are raised, jaw dropped as he blinks back at me, dumb-founded. Garrett is a pretty boy. He’s got long, blond hair and big, hazel-brown eyes, eyelashes I’m envious of, and a boyish face beneath a five o’clock shadow.
“I…uh…” He stumbles over his words, and I’m fucking floating. I don’t know how many tabloid articles I’ve read about this man’s playboy reputation, and he’s stuttering over me. “No, you’re not misreading things.”
“Coach tells me you’ve shared girls before. Is that true?” I tilt my head, batting my eyes.
Garrett’s gaze flits to Hudson, who’s gone back to plating the chicken breasts he just brought in from the grill. Pausing, he lifts his head to Garrett and shrugs, some unspoken communication passing between them.
“How much have you told her, Hud?”
“All of it,” he says gruffly. “I don’t lie to my girls.”
Our conversation about the exploration of group sex continued long into the night last week after I finally disclosed my deeper desires to Ellie.
She confirmed she’s not comfortable having any other sexual partners outside Hudson and me, but she’d be comfortable observing and interacting with the two of us while Garrett is present.
It’s honestly more than I could’ve expected, and while I know she’s giving this a chance for my benefit—they both are—I’m hoping it’s something she’ll enjoy and be willing to try again.
Hudson told me in their younger days, they often found themselves tied up with multiple others at the same time, in the same room, and even sometimes in the same woman.
He also told me he’s not against doing it again, and I’ve struggled to keep my mind on much else since.
“And…that’s something you want?” Garrett asks, leaning over the counter across from me.
I nod.
Hudson’s face remains neutral as he sautés vegetables over the stove.
It’s Sunday afternoon, and he’s prepping my lunches for the week—my final week of training before Nationals this upcoming weekend.
I may be hyper fixating on the idea of double penetration to calm my nerves—but we all have our vices, I suppose.
“What about Ellie?” Garrett asks.
“We’ve talked about it, and she’s okay with it,” I say. “Though she’d be…more of an observer.”
“And we won’t be pushing her boundaries,” Hudson adds sternly, continuing to cook, though I know the words are directed at his friend.
Ellie has a study group that meets every weekend; she won’t be home for a little while, so I thought it would be a good time to bring the topic up with Garrett. I have no problem putting myself out there, and I’m not afraid of rejection, but Ells is a bit shyer.
“Of course not.” He scratches his beard, glancing back and forth between us. “So, you’re wanting to like…do this now?”
“Mmm,” I hum. “Ellie likes to be eased into things, and she has a little pension for exhibitionism. Plus, she often comes home stressed after her study group, so I figured, when she gets back, I’ll eat her pussy while Hudson fucks mine, and you can watch.”
Hudson sucks in a breath, head snapping up. Garrett’s eyes bulge before narrowing in a smolder. He gives me a once-over, licking his lips, before turning to Hudson. “And you’re okay with this?”
“I have my own rules.”
“And they are…?” Garrett asks.
“The girls are in control. Always. We have a switch dynamic, but Ellie leans submissive, and she needs to be checked in with, reminded to voice her needs and her boundaries.” He cuts his gaze to me, and I nod in agreement.
“We need to have a safe word, and you,” he looks at Garrett, “don’t touch Ellie unless she asks.
” He brings his eyes back to my face; they burn right through me as Hudson voices his final rule. “Nobody fucks Nat’s ass but me.”
“Yes, Coach.” I grin, tossing him a mock salute.
A throat clears from across the room, and we all turn to find Ellie standing in the entryway.
Her backpack is still slung over her shoulders overtop her cropped white sweater, thick thighs fit perfectly into a pair of tight black leggings, just a glimpse of her tummy showing between her clothing.
Her big, saucer-like green eyes are wide, pretty pink lips parted, stray strands of auburn hair framing her freckled face.
My mouth dries out at the sight of her.
She’s so fucking beautiful. I’m going to make her come on my face.
“Hi, baby.” I smile. “How was your study group?”
“Fine,” she drawls, watching the rest of us curiously.
“Get your homework done, angel?” Hudson asks.
“Yes,” she murmurs timidly.
“Good. Come with me upstairs?” I ask, slipping off my stool and walking toward her.
She nods softly, taking my outstretched hand as I pull her from the entry of the townhouse and lead her toward her bedroom. Halfway up the stairs, I glance back at Hudson, winking.
When we step inside, she slips off her backpack, letting it fall to the floor by her desk as she takes off her shoes.
I turn off the bright overhead light, flicking on the candle warmer on her desk and plopping a cube of her favorite cozy cashmere wax melt in the tray.
Then, I plug in the soft strings of fairy lights around her closet before I spin her so her back faces the bed and gently push her down onto the mattress. “How much did you hear, love?”
“Um…” She chews on her lip, leaning back on her elbows. “Hudson’s rules.”
“And how do you feel about them?” I ask, falling over her, bracketing my arms on each side of her and bringing my lips to her neck.
“A little nervous,” she admits.
I lean around her, drawing her blinds and fluffing her throw pillows, before pulling back to connect my phone to her Bluetooth speaker. I choose her favorite soft indie list, cocooning her in her most comforting smells, sights, and sounds.
Ellie’s ADHD can make her easily overstimulated, and she doesn’t always react well to situations outside her comfort zone, especially if the environment doesn’t feel safe to her.
She’s also a people-pleaser, though, and I know she’ll pressure herself to say yes to this, even if it’s not what she wants.
It’s my job to help her feel safe enough to be honest but comfortable enough to consider trying something new.
I kiss her throat. “You have nothing to be nervous about, baby.” My breath skates along her skin, and I revel in the chills that bite her spine as she trembles and gasps.
I whisper, “We can ease into it. Go as slow as you want. I’m here to take care of you, and if that means it’s a hard no, that’s okay too.
Lean into what you feel good doing, okay?
” Dragging my tongue along her jaw, I continue, “But…if you feel up to it, what if we just let them watch a little? Remember when we did that with Hudson at first? You liked that, didn’t you? ”
“Yes,” she moans, arching into my touch. “But what do I have to do?”
I sit up, tucking my fingers into the waist of her leggings.
With the lift of her hips, I tug them down her body and slip them off her legs as she raises to take off her sweater, pulling her bra with it.
She lays in front of me bare—plush and soft and so fucking tempting, a thin scrap of pink silk separating me from her perfect pussy.
“Baby, all you need to do is be my little pillow princess.” I grasp both her knees. “Spread those flawless thighs and let me feast on your pretty cunt.”