Chapter 40
Jolee
It’s Monday morning. The weekend flew by in the best way. I didn’t want it to end despite being a little sore.
It feels surreal to be standing in their kitchen sipping coffee again, but this time under my terms. I’m right where I want to be. But you can’t stay forever. My mind reminds me of what this can’t be.
Taking the time to get to know them strengthened this connection between all of us. It’s explosive. No part of my body is untouched by them.
My head and heart are on two different paths. My mind says it’s just sex. Really freaking good sex. My heart wants to say it’s more than that. The four-letter word that I’m afraid even to think.
That wasn’t supposed to be part of my life, but I’m on a new path. A new plan where I get to choose what I want. I do want to be loved and build something special with someone.
Grant had to leave for work to meet with the construction crew fixing his store. He gave me a quick kiss and said he would see me soon. I don’t know what he’s thinking, and that scares me. I know he loves my body. But does he feel more than that for me?
I stare out the window, expecting it to give me all my answers.
“Hey.” Clay comes up and wraps his arms around me.
“Hey.” I snuggle back into him. I’m in no hurry to head back to my apartment.
“I want to ask you something.” He turns me around to face him. “Jo, we want you here with us. This weekend proved that we want you close all the time. No more distance.”
Oh.
What?
“What do you mean? I guess I need you to spell it out for me because I’m lost. You guys are married. I’m not sure where that puts me?” Moving in sounds permanent, and I don’t think I’ll ever want to try getting married again.
“Jo, I’ve fallen for you. I’m all in. I want you in my life. This might seem too soon, but my heart knows what it wants.”
“And Grant?” I can’t help but want to know how he feels. I wish he were here, too. “This doesn’t work without him.”
“I’ll let him tell you himself, but just know we’ve talked about this. We are on the same page. It’s not something either of us expected, but wouldn’t change it for anything.”
“I need to think about this. I don’t want the distance either, but I still don’t know how this is all supposed to work.”
“I understand. That’s okay. I just want you, and we want to see you happy. We want to be what makes you happy.”
“And you think that’s with you?” I can’t help but give him a little sass this morning. My heart beats faster.
He grabs me and picks me up. I squeal in surprise as he sets me on the counter.
“Do I need to prove that again? I thought we just spent the weekend doing just that.”
I laugh. It feels so good to laugh with him. Why wouldn’t I want to try this?
“Maybe I forgot already,” I tease because I just want more of him, and I know he likes it when I do. It feels good to just be me with them.
I want more. I want it all with them, but I’m scared. Scared this won’t work or they’ll change their minds.
He drops his running shorts to the floor, exposing his hard cock. All my worries vanish at the sight. His cock is truly magnificent.
“I guess I need to be more convincing.”
Without another breath, he pushes deep inside of me. My body is ready and accepting him. They’ve stretched me, made a place for themselves within me.
He takes me desperately, showing me exactly what I am to him. Making sure I never forget. I grip the ledge, hanging on tight as my ass gets warm from the friction of the counter.
His hands spread me wider, and we watch as he pushes into me. Over and over. My cream covers his cock. It’s erotic, and I’m unbelievably turned on. I feel another mind-erasing orgasm approaching with each thrust.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good. Look at your cunt taking me so well. It knows what it wants. What do you want, Jo?”
Oh my god. He wants me to think now. I’m already so close. Shit, what did he ask? I swear, the harder I try to focus, the harder his thrusts become.
“Jo, say yes to moving in.” His cock hits something deep within me. “Say yes to not being single anymore. Let us love you.”
I can’t answer. Too lost in bliss as he fucks me and I come hard.
“Clay! Oh shit! Ah!”
“Yes, that’s it. Come on my cock, but I’m not stopping until I have your answer. I don’t care how many orgasms I have to give you.”
He pulls me off the edge of the counter, deepening his angle. I didn’t think he could get any further inside of me. I was so very wrong.
Shit.
It’s too much.
“Clay… I…” All I can do is hang on as another orgasm builds within me, and I can’t stop it. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to gain some control of what’s happening, but I know it's no use.
“Don’t tell me, maybe.” Thrust. “I want a yes.” Thrust. “I need that.”
It hits me that I don’t want to run from him. I want to run towards him. I want both of them.
“Yes! God, yes, Clay. I’ll move in and try this with both of you. Only with both of you.”
“Thank fuck.” He picks me up, and I wrap my arms around him, hanging on for dear life. His cock is so hard and swollen inside of me. I need him to come. To fill me up like he’s promised so many times.
“Clay, come inside of me. Please. I need it.”
“I… fuck… I’m sorry.” He pants and starts putting me back on the counter. I see his worry.
I grip him hard and push my hips into his. “No. Clay, I need you inside of me and giving me what you promised.”
He moans and bites his lip, attempting to hold back. “I can’t, baby.”
“Please. I won’t get pregnant. I’m on the shot. I can take it. Clay, I fucking want it.”
It’s as if a switch goes off, losing all of his control as my name falls from his lips, giving me what I want.
He holds me up. Fucking into me relentlessly. Then I feel it. Hot cum hits the inside of my pussy. His cock twitches endlessly inside of my walls, giving me all of it.
We just stay like this for a minute, holding each other and trying to breathe. The air smells of sweat and sex. There’s so much meaning held in this connection.
“Thank you.” He pants, sweat still rolling down his temples.
“It’s time I live my life on my own terms. And that starts here with you and Grant. I just wish he were here too.”
I have nothing to lose. I’ve been letting fears and my past dictate my life for far too long. It stops now.
“Me too. I’m never letting you go, Jo.”
“Good, I don’t want you to.”
It’s time to start living again.