Chapter 34
Jolee
I think Grant is trying to kill me. He makes me ache everywhere. I wanted him to throw me down and stuff me as he said.
It’s been a long freaking week of waiting and thinking of them. A little distance does make the heart grow fonder, for sure. They are all I can think about, but in the best way.
Who knew I’d go from virgin to slut so quickly? Well, just a slut for them. I still have so much to learn, but I have a feeling they’re willing to teach me anything I want to know.
My closet looks like a tornado went through it. What do I wear tonight? I don’t think I’ve ever thought about what I’m going to wear for more than two minutes, and I'm pretty sure I’ve been in here, naked, for an hour already.
Somehow, Grant knew exactly what I needed. These dates are more than they think. This is the part of me that wants to live and experience life. These are the small steps that I need.
Grant and Clay know my life has been nonexistent except for working. Endless hours of work. That’s where I hide from everything. I didn’t go to movies, hang out at a bar, or go to dinner. Not even with the few friends I do have here.
I had another therapy session this week and unloaded more emotions.
Just talking to someone in a safe space is helping.
It feels like a huge weight off me that I no longer have to carry.
She challenges me, though. Asks me tough questions and helps me process things.
I’m healing slowly and rebuilding myself to be the woman I want to be.
I might have missed a few years, but I still have so much of my life left, and I don’t want to miss any more of it.
I decide on dark jeans, a forest-green sweater, and short boots. They didn’t tell me what we are doing, so this will be good enough. My hair is down, and so straight it shines. A little makeup and extra gloss on my red lips. I have to tempt them a little bit, maybe get a few kisses tonight.
My apartment buzzer goes off right on time. I lock up my apartment and head towards the main door.
“You look beautiful.” Clay kisses my hand before helping me into their truck.
“Thank you. Now, will you tell me where you’re taking me? It’s driving me mad. I’ve been trying to guess all week.”
He laughs. “No, we wanted to surprise you for our first date.”
“Ok, handsome. I guess I’ll let it slide this time.” I look over to Grant, who’s just smiling at us. “Hey, Grant.”
“Hi, Jo. You look tempting. Are you ready?”
“As ready as I can be, considering neither of you is telling me what we are doing tonight.” I tease them. They could really take me anywhere. I’m not picky, and I’m sure they will make it a good time.
We have light conversation on the drive there. Grant parks and comes to help me out, and steals a quick kiss on the cheek. Oh, these guys are going to drive me crazy tonight. At least they’re both in jeans, too. Ones that hug their asses, and damn, do I want to see them naked again.
I don’t even realize where we are because I’m too distracted. The music hits my ears first, pulling me from staring at perfection and recognizing that we are at Mal’s bar.
“I know it’s nothing fancy, but tonight is live music, and we wanted you to have some fun.”
Fun. I like that idea. “I might be really bad at this. I’m a little out of practice, and you might be surprised to know that I’ve never been here.”
“Really? Never?” Grant asks, looking a little surprised.
“Does that mean another first with us, Jo?” Clay whispers.
“Yes. Are you keeping track?”
“Always. You should also know we are staking our claim on you, Jo. We are making sure the men of Whispering Waters understand that you’re ours.”
“That’s just fine by me. I couldn’t handle more than you two anyway.” I wink and throw a little extra sass at Clay.
“Woman. Just for that, I get the first dance.” Clay takes my hand, dragging me with him.
“Dance? I can’t dance! You know how clumsy I am!” I exclaim as I practically trip over my own feet trying to keep up with him.
He pulls me to the dance floor as Grant laughs and steps away to get us a table. He doesn’t even let me near a chair to try to escape.
“I can’t freaking dance, Clay!” My shouting is useless. “Don’t be mad when we end up on the floor.” He continues to ignore me, and he pulls me in close.
“Jo, if you think my hands are leaving your body, you’re mistaken.” He squeezes my hips.
Oh, well, maybe I can do this. I miss his hands on me.
“I’m not going to let you fall. Never, Jo.”
“Not even for you?”
“I think I can make an exception when it comes to us.”
The music is loud, upbeat, and Clay is doing his best to loosen me up.
I try to relax, letting him lead me. I love this playful side to him.
He doesn’t have a care in the world. You’d never know he could’ve died days ago, except for the couple of fading bruises.
His burns are still there, but covered by his flannel shirt.
After a few songs, I finally stop thinking and just enjoy the moment.
“Don’t think. Just let your body be.” And I do. Trusting that I won’t look completely stupid, but glancing around, no one really cares. And no one probably even knows me.
We dance a few more songs before I can’t keep going. I’m sweating and thirsty. We find Grant, who already has drinks and food ordered. Dang, how long did we dance?
“Sorry, we got a little carried away.”
“I see that. But you know I like to watch.”
I stop downing water to look at him. He gives me that smirk. Now I know my panties are wet.
Damn. Damn. Damn.
“Well, maybe I like to watch too.” There, let’s turn that back on him. There’s no way he dances, at least not in public.
“Is that a challenge, Jo?”
I lift my chin and toss my hair over my shoulders. “Yes, yes, it is. Are you accepting it?” Hell, that has so many meanings.
He nods, taking a drink of something in a short glass.
“Fuck. I’m already hot.” Clay is still drinking water and unbuttoning the top of his flannel shirt. My eyes are now glued to his chest. Sweaty and lickable.
“Good, I like you all sweaty.” Grant finishes his drink and extends his hand to Clay. “Ready, love?”
Clay moans as Grant pulls him away.
No freaking way is this happening right now. I didn’t think he would even dance, let alone with Clay in public. Clearly, I don’t know them that well. That’s what dating is about. I need to keep reminding myself that.
They are anything but shy.
And my show begins. The sexual tension is going to be the death of me. How many dates did Grant say? This is fucking torture… of the very best kind.
Clay’s flannel is all the way unbuttoned, showing off his abs as his ass grinds into Grant. It’s basically watching live porn, but with way more clothes on. I rub my thighs together and feel that familiar wetness.
Mentally, I’m adding to my list to try another sex toy from my box and send Star a proper thank you for the toys.
I’m so screwed.
Why did I agree to this dating thing again?