Chapter 15
Wes
I’m just about tingling with excitement, and we still have some time before Rory gets here. We’ve been exchanging text messages daily and when Kyle told me about their time at the diner, I decided we need the opportunity to try to feast at the Diner of Rory. Cheesy? Yes. I don’t care, though; I’m dying to get my hands on her and hear all those perfect sounds come from her beautiful mouth.
Kyle is in charge of snacks tonight, so I’ve been frantically cleaning every surface I can find. I even changed our sheets and the sheets on the guest bed. Not sure if an overnight is in the cards, but in case it is, I want her to have her own space if she needs it. Hopefully she’ll snuggle up in Kyle and I’s oversized bed, though. I give the mirror in the bathroom one last wipe down and put away the cleaning supplies.
When I walk into the kitchen, Kyle’s nerves are showing through the sheer volume of snacks he’s procured and has on display. He got three different chips, two dips, three kinds of candy, yogurt dipped pretzels, chocolate dipped pretzels, vegetables, fruit, two varieties of Cheetos, two pies, and all the fixings for ice cream sundaes. Rearranging the veritable feast before him, he finally nods in satisfaction. Looking up, he meets my eyes and I guarantee I’m not hiding my amusement as well as I think I am.
“I don’t think we have enough food,” I tell him.
He looks panicked. “Should I go get something else? I was worried we didn’t have enough cheese flavor options. I knew I should have done a charcuterie board!”
Chuckling, I walk over and take his hands in mine. “Love, it’s perfect. We don’t need a Shark Coochie board.” I tell him.
“It’s charcuter—”
I hold my finger to his lips. “Shhhh… just go with it.”
He finally cracks and gives me a smile with a small eye roll. I pull him in for a kiss and he comes with no resistance. Before I can pull away from what was meant to be a reassuring kiss, Kyle’s arms wrap around me and hold me close, his tongue exploring my mouth while mine teases his. I can feel him hardening as we kiss, and I can’t resist rolling my hips ever so subtly against him. My dick is straining against my pants and I can’t help but seek out friction. Groaning, he pulls away.
“You are temptation wrapped up in a bow, aren’t you?”
I shrug with a smile. “That’s why you love me.”
“One of many reasons,” he confirms with a kiss to the tip of my nose.
Once released, we both adjust ourselves, then move to the living room to ensure there’s an adequate supply of pillows and blankets. Kyle likes to be cozy and comfortable when we do movie nights, so I made sure to grab some extras in case Rory is similar. I’d hate for Kyle to get labeled as a blanket hog this early on. Even though he is.
“Do you think she’ll like it?” I ask.
“For sure, how could she not? We’re here,” he says with a wink.
Not a minute later, the doorbell rings and I run for the door like an excited child. Or dog. Let’s go with child though, since I don’t bark. Kyle chuckles and follows me at a slower walk. Opening the door, I see Rory standing there with a case of beer, her hair piled on her head instead of her usual braid. She grins and holds up the drinks in offering.
“I come in peace,” she jokes.
“Hang on, I’m going to need to inspect this offering. Please come in, ma’am, formal inspections happen indoors,” I tell her.
She laughs and fully hands over the beer, stepping into the house and I close the door behind her. Raising her hands above her head, she looks at both of us, her eyes playful. Kyle and I look at each other, then back at her.
“Do I not get a frisk down?” she asks with a wink.
I lean in close to her ear and whisper, “Better not to tempt us now or we’ll miss the movie. Once we start frisking, it’s too hard to stop.”
She shivers a little at my words, and I place a kiss on the side of her neck before pulling away and wiggle my eyebrows at her. Laughing, she lowers her arms and walks over to Kyle to give him a hug. He opens his arms instantly and wraps her up close. I hear a soft sigh from her as I pull out a beer for each of us and smile to myself while I put the rest of the drinks in the fridge. Rory is so fucking cute, and she makes my heart so happy.
I return to the living room, beers in hand, ready to see what we’re watching for the night. Kyle and I have a few ideas selected, but the plan was to let Rory pick, even if it’s not from our list. The TV is on, but nothing is playing yet, and the two people who hold pieces of my heart are fussing with the blankets and pillows. Looks like Rory is also a blanket and pillow fiend. Good thing I put out extra. Setting the beers on the end table, I step back and watch the two of them argue and debate about where each pillow should go, and which blankets we should use.
“You two done nesting yet?” I ask them.
Kyle looks over at me. “Hey, you won’t be complaining when you’re warm and cozy in this nest.”
“Seriously, some appreciation would be nice here,” Rory adds on, smirking.
Walking over, I gently press on the two of them and they fall backwards on the couch, where I promptly put one hand on each side of them. They’re smushed together, with me caging them in, my body close with my arms spread out.
“I appreciate the shit out of the two of you,” I tell them softly. “But I’m not turning eighty before you’re done with this.”
Rory laughs, and Kyle surges up towards me. Tilting my head, I anticipate his kiss, but the tricky asshole heads for my neck and blows a huge raspberry. A very undignified yelp escapes from me and Rory just laughs harder. I point to my eyes, then turn and point my fingers at Kyle.
“You’re on my list now, love,” I tell him.
He chuckles before standing to grab his drink. Grabbing the remote, he pulls up our digital movie collection.
“Okay, sweetheart, we have a few suggestions, but you get the ultimate say in what we watch, even if it’s not on the list,” he tells her.
Wiping her eyes, she nods and sits up straight to see the selections. We’ve pulled a romcom, a thriller movie, an action movie, and a drama. She searches through the selection but doesn’t seem thrilled with anything. Fidgeting, she finally picks the action movie, but I can tell she’s not settled on it.
“What do you really want?” I ask before Kyle can select the movie.
“Oh, this is fine,” she says, waving me off.
“Nuh-uh, what are you in the mood for?” I insist.
She sighs a little and glances around the room, and I get the distinct impression that she’s used to letting other people pick for her. An irrational irritation bubbles up in me at this. Who the hell doesn’t let her pick her own? It’s possible she doesn’t want to pick, but there’s something telling me it’s not the case. We wait her out in the silence, and she cracks.
“I would love to watch a comedy; laughing with you guys is so fun,” she confesses, her eyes flicking between us and the ground.
Leaning in close, I crook a finger under her chin and gently tilt it up so she’s looking at me directly. “As you wish,” I tell her with a wink.
She giggles and I’m pretty sure I’m dead now. The list of sounds I want her to make is getting long.
“Have you watched Evolution ?” Kyle asks.
“No, never heard of it,” Rory confesses.
“You two get loaded up with snacks. We’re watching Evolution !” Kyle insists.
Rory and I load up three plates with savory snacks, keeping the sweet for later. I can see her swoon a little when she sees the pie and the ice cream sundae options, and I make a note that she appreciates little touches like that. Bringing our loot into the other room, we get settled in, Rory in the middle. She shimmies a little to get comfortable and pulls us closer to her before giving us the OK to start the movie.
The movie starts, and it’s not long before we’re all laughing at the antics of the science teacher and his class. This movie never fails to make Kyle cry laughing, and I’m hoping Rory finds it just as funny. When the scene comes where they need to extract the bug from the teacher, she’s laughing just as hard as Kyle is; tears gather in her eyes My heart settles even more seeing that connection. I don’t have any doubts that Rory and I connect, but I haven’t had much of a chance to see her and Kyle find that common ground. This feels right, and I soak up every moment of their laughter.
In between each round of laughter, one of us makes a point to touch her: a brush of the knee, resting a hand on her thigh, or wrapping it behind her. She squirms each time we do, and I feel her walls coming down physically. Her body leans more into ours, and her breathing picks up when we brush close to her chest, face, or hips. She’s not as unaffected as she would like us to think.
When the movie is over, Rory has fully flopped into the softness of the couch, each of her hands wrapped in one of ours. Our hands rest on each of her thighs, and I can see Kyle moving his thumb in small motions on her leg. She takes a deep breath when the credits start and looks at me.
“My abs hurt from laughing,” she says.
“It’s pretty damn close to a workout,” Kyle agrees. “That movie gets me every fuckin’ time.”
“I can see why. It’s definitely at the top of my list now. Good pick.”
We sit there, smiling at each other and just enjoying the calm after an hour and a half of laughing. Kyle disentangles his hand from Rory’s and slowly places it on her thigh where their hands were right in the middle. Her breath hitches a bit, and her eyes fly from his hand up to his face.
“You know, this would be a perfect time to show you my plans,” he says, his voice dipping a bit lower with arousal.
“Plans?” I inquire, moving my free hand to graze Rory’s side.
“Mmmm,” Kyle responds. “I told Rory I have lots of plans for her. Especially that mouth.”
“They sound like good plans,” I comment, my head dipping down to kiss her neck where it meets her shoulder.
She moans softly and tilts her head so I have better access. The movement brings her face closer to Kyle, who seizes the opportunity to place his lips on hers. They kiss deeply, tongues tangling, and Kyle’s hand slides up higher on her thigh. My free hand continues to explore her torso, my hand grazing her breasts gently, feeling her breath increase as I go.
“Where are we executing these plans?” I ask Kyle, my face still mostly buried in Rory’s neck.
“Bedroom?” he asks.
We both stop and pull back slightly, wanting her full consent before we go any further. I can see the conflict on her face. She wants this, but she needs to be sure and we’re not about to rush her. She takes a moment to collect herself, her breathing still fast, but she looks at both of us and nods.
“Words, precious,” I tell her.
“Yes, let’s go to the bedroom,” Rory decides, her voice breathy.
Kyle grins at me as we each grab a hand, but before we leave the room I stop us. We need to make sure there are boundaries, so I force the conversation. Once we’re ready, I sweep her up to carry her out of the room and down the hall where the bedrooms are. Bypassing the guest room, we take her straight into our room and let her look around for a few seconds. I know Kyle said he has plans for her, but I can’t help but start to take charge. Setting Rory down gently, I let her evaluate the room while I pull out a few toys in case she’s game for it. For some reason I want to order them around. This should be a fun night.