Chapter 33
Rory
Kyle and Wes take me home, and I don’t even bother to ask what happened to Nathan after we left the house. I’ll call Claire later and make sure she’s okay. I know she’ll give me all the dirty details as part of my call. The ride to their place is silent, and I’m sitting in the front seat, letting my head rest against the seat, looking out the window. The guys don’t push for conversation and I don’t force any. I’m still processing what happened at my mom’s house.
I knew she wanted me to be with Nathan again, but I had no idea it ran that deep. What in the world does she see in him? I know he can be charming, but I had no clue his hooks were so deep into her. All I can hope for is for her to drop it. Part of me is convinced that whatever relationship we may have been able to scrape together has been completely obliterated, but who knows? If she’s willing to change, I’m willing to talk, but I can’t keep up any pretenses when she’s so convinced Nathan is the only good thing in my life.
We pull into the driveway and while I can get into the house by myself, Wes and Kyle open the doors for me as we move from car to house, and they make sure one of them is always touching me. Hand holding, hand on my lower back, arm around my shoulders, whatever they can do to provide physical comfort. I deflate from the adrenaline crash and heaviness starts to set in.
Kyle settles me on the couch, surrounded by pillows and blankets, and Wes appears with three beers and three glasses of water. His thoughtfulness makes my heart melt, but the heaviness is seeping into my bones, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to function in the next few minutes.
“I can’t…” I’m not sure what I’m trying to say, but the words aren’t coming.
Kyle gathers me in his arms, positioning us so that my body is leaning on him, his arms around me, and my feet are up in Wes’ lap. Slowly my body gives in and I let my body just melt into them. My brain can’t think of anything else to do, so this is what’s happening. Wes grabs one of the softest blankets and makes sure I’m covered in it, then puts his hands on my feet, slowly rubbing them.
“Nobody’s asking you to, precious, we’re here. Just let go and let us hold you,” Wes says gently.
I close my eyes and tears start up again, the relief at having them as a safe place overwhelming me. A few minutes later, the tears slow and I let myself just be. Wes and Kyle turn the TV on to a classic movie and I know they have me.
The next morning, I wake to both of them in bed with me, our bodies tangled, and it’s the most comfortable I’ve ever been. We’re in one of those positions that if we ever tried again, it would be incredibly uncomfortable, but right now it’s perfect. I’m pretty sure one of my hands is asleep, but I’m not even mad about it. My eyes take in these perfect men on either side of me, and my heart soars. I don’t know how I got so lucky, but I make myself a promise as I look at them.
I am never letting either of you go.
Kyle wakes first, his body rubbing against mine as he tries to stretch before he realizes how tangled our limbs are. When he stops to evaluate where everyone’s legs and arms are, his eyes widen a bit, and he looks at me with a small smile starting on his face. What the fuck? he mouths at me. I grin and try not to shake the bed with silent laughter. Clearly it fails because as soon as I start laughing, Wes perks up and looks over at us.
“How the fuck did we sleep like this?” he grumbles.
I let the laughter out at that point, completely at a loss for how we ended up like this. My shoulders are flat on the bed, but my legs are twisted to the side. Kyle’s head is on my hand, which is laying face up next to my head. My right leg is hooked back across Wes’ right leg, and my left leg is curled in. Wes’ arm is thrown across my body and his hand is resting on Kyle’s torso, but he’s face down in the bed with one leg on top of the covers and the other laying on top of my hips. Kyle’s legs are completely wound in both of ours and I’m not even sure where my other hand is.
We slowly disentangle from each other, laughing when we make each limb discovery. My hand was definitely asleep because it’s tingling like crazy now, and it almost hurts from it, but I also can’t stop laughing.
“Ow,” I say through laughter.
“Are you okay?” Wes chuckles.
“My hand fell asleep and now it’s all prickly!”
“Here, I’ll fix it.”
“Don’t touch it!” I yelp and race out of the bed to the bathroom, but a second yelp escapes me when I have to put pressure on the tingling hand as I move.
Kyle and Wes’ laughter continues as I use the bathroom, and I smile to myself. I grab some of their mouthwash and do a quick rinse after washing my hands so that my morning breath doesn’t kill them. I plan to keep them in bed for a while to snuggle and talk. We need to sort through what happened, and I’m sure they have questions. I’ll be easier if we’re all in bed and cozy.
They haven’t moved from the bed, but they have both moved closer to each other. I stop in the doorway and just watch for a moment. There’s a tenderness there that’s born of spending years with someone, and it’s absolutely beautiful. A small part of me starts to feel jealous and alone, but I make an effort to avoid those thoughts and remind myself of how they were instantly there for me last night. They’ve got me as much as they’ve got each other.
Kyle’s mouth moves to Wes’ and they share a morning kiss, but I can see it quickly becoming heated. I could feel both of them before I left the bed and based on the way the rumpled covers are moving, they are feeling each other too. One of them moans in pleasure and while I can’t tell who it is, I’m not sure it matters. My panties start to feel damp as I watch them pleasure each other and I’m surprised at how turned on I am. Never figured myself to be a voyeur. Apparently with these two, I am.
Now that I’m positive this isn’t going to be a quick “cop a feel”, I move closer, wanting to hear their breath and see them love each other. My footsteps are as quiet as I can make them, and my secret voyeur kink seems to be in full effect because I’m silently hoping they don’t notice. I see Kyle’s hips rock forward and back a bit.
“Seems like you like it,” Wes says softly.
“Yes, please, more, god you play me like your damn guitar,” Kyle pants out.
“Hmmm… so maybe we should let her watch more often? Didn’t realize you like performances too.” Kyle stiffens a little, but Wes nips at his lips to pull him back in the moment. “Focus on me, love, I’m the one pumping your cock. I’m the one wringing the pleasure from you.”
More wetness floods my panties, and my breathing picks up even more. I look at Wes, who glances over at me and see him nod to the bedside drawer. I open it and see a couple of vibrators and a couple of butt plugs with lube on the side. Picking up a plug and some lube, I hold them up to Wes and he grins and nods. Slowly, I coat the plug with lube and start to peel the blankets away from Kyle’s body.
A dirty idea crosses my mind, and I bite my lip in anticipation. Once Kyle’s ass is bared to me, I pull my underwear down and reach my fingers to slide in and out of my pussy. I’m so wet I could probably take them both in the same hole right now. Pulling out of myself, I use the same fingers to lubricate Kyle’s hole. I hear Wes swear softly.
“You know what she just did, love? She just lubed you up with her own juices.”
“Fuuuuuuuck, Rory,” Kyle moans.
“I’m right here baby,” I assure him as I gently settle the plug at his hole.
Slowly and smoothly, I push it in, meeting a little resistance before it pops into place, pulling a cry of pleasure from him as it settles in. Reaching back to the drawer, I grab a vibrator and power it on. Wes’ eyes light up in delight and he watches with rapture as I bring the device between my legs. I sit on my knees just behind Kyle and watch as Wes’ hand strokes over his length. Kyle’s head turns as he hears the buzzing, but he can’t move far unless he wants to pull himself out of Wes’ grasp.
“Do you want to watch our girl pleasure herself?” Wes asks.
“Yes, please.”
“Oh, I don’t know. You don’t sound like you really want it.”
As Wes taunts Kyle, I move the vibrator to just the right spot and gasp in pleasure.
“Please, yes. Please let me watch, please,” Kyle begs.
“How can I resist when you beg so nicely?”
Wes pushes against Kyle’s hips and moves with him so Kyle rests his back on the mattress, but Wes’ hand continues his delicious torture. Watching it happen, I decide that more is needed, so I grab the lube still sitting next to Kyle and squirt some on his tip as Wes’ hand comes close to it. He groans in pleasure at the additional slickness, and a moan of delight escapes me in answer.
Rubbing the vibrator in tight circles around my clit, I watch as Kyle pumps his hips along with Wes’ hand. As Wes’ fist moves from tip to root, Kyle’s hips cant upwards, fucking his love’s hand and chasing his release. I can feel my pussy dripping as I continue to rub it with the vibrator, loving the show that these two have inadvertently started. Kyle’s fingers reach up and toy with my nipples, sending pleasure zinging through my body. My eyes stray to Wes’ unattended dick, and it doesn’t go unnoticed.
“Don’t worry, precious, I can wait.”
His hand moves faster along Kyle and, in turn, Kyle’s ministrations to my nipples get more aggressive. The pinch and pull of his fingertips ramp me up more than I thought possible, and I can feel my body tighten in anticipation. My breath and moans come faster as I get closer and closer to the edge, juices now running down my thighs from how turned on I am.
“I want to see you come at the same time. See his come spray all over himself while your body basks in pleasure. Let me see it, my loves, you’re both so fucking beautiful.”
Wes’ mix of dirty and sweet is exactly what we both need because we detonate within seconds of each other. The moment I see the first spurt of cum escape Kyle’s tip, my orgasm is set off and I can feel the muscles contracting as pleasure floods my body. We’re both shouting Wes’ name as we climax then fall. Blindly groping, I finally find the right button to turn off the vibrator, and I collapse next to Kyle. Before I get too comfortable, I look over him to check on Wes.
His face goes pink at my glance. “I may have gone off when I saw you two going.”
Kyle starts chuckling and pulls us both into him, cuddling us as close as we can get without laying directly in his spend. After a moment of quiet bliss, I kiss Kyle’s cheek, then grab a warm washcloth to wipe his chest down with. After he’s clean, I hand it to Wes so he can tidy his own mess between his legs. Kyle looks at me in wonder.
“You took care of me.”
“Of course I did. You’re mine to care for. I know I can be a lot, but I want to take care of you when I can.”
“You are the perfect amount. I love you.”
I hadn’t expected his confession, and I’m not completely sure if I can say it back yet. He sees the hesitation on my face. Instead of getting upset that I’m not reciprocating, he smiles.
“Don’t say it before you’re ready. Just know you’re loved. It’s enough.”
I smile at him as I snuggle back in. Taking a deep breath, I look at them closely before starting this conversation.
“I want you both to know that I’m willing to tell you anything you want to know about Nathan. I know I hid things before, and I’m sorry. To be honest, I was afraid and embarrassed about how bad it really was. He may not have physically injured me much, but it was still awful.”
“Emotional scarring is just as bad. It’s just invisible to our eyes,” Wes assures me.
“Don’t discount your pain, sweetheart.”
“I won’t, I promise. Just know if you guys do want to hear about it, I’m an open book for you. I don’t want any more secrets about my past. I’m sorry it took all this to get me here.”
“The important thing is that we’re here now. Wes and I aren’t going anywhere. If we have questions, we’ll ask. Promise.” Kyle says.
“I do have one question,” Wes tentatively states.
Bracing myself, I ask him, “Okay, what is it?”
“How the fuck do you two sleep with so many pillows and blankets? It’s borderline suffocating!”
I grab a pillow and whip it down across Kyle, so it smacks Wes right in the face. Immediately the giggles set in, and Kyle joins me in the laughter. Once Wes wrestles the pillow from his face, he props himself up with a mischievous grin.
“You’re in for it now!”
Within moments we’ve entered a full-blown pillow fight, and my abs hurt from laughing so much. We have a lot to talk and work through, but I know I will heal so much faster with these two at my side. We’re quick to laughter and love each other fiercely. What more could we ask for?