Chapter Twenty-One
Parker
“Sorry, I’m no good with timing.” Raising my shoulders up to my ears, I give my sweetest smile, which doesn’t seem to be working because Grinder’s just laughing and Spencer looks almost horrified.
“You were in there the whole time?” Spencer furrows his brows in confusion, and I nod. “Why?”
“Would you have preferred for me to walk in on you getting noshed off and see everything, or just hear it from behind a closed door?” Pushing my fists into my hips, I wait for his answer. Something I find myself truly wanting, despite my sarcastic tone.
“Nosh…?” Shaking his head and closing his eyes in disbelief, Spencer chuckles. “It doesn’t matter. Thank you for not walking in on us.” His cheeks are a little flush and I really want to hug him but I manage to resist. Instead, I’ll overexplain because that’s just who I am.
“I didn’t come out straight away because I was mid-pee.
By the time I realized what was going on, I didn’t want to be rude and interrupt.
I can’t promise I’ll never listen again, but I’ll never do it on purpose, if that helps?
It was hot, though. Almost made me want a cock for myself, just to know what it felt like.
Is that weird? Yeah, it’s a little weird, I know.
I don’t actually want a cock because I like peeing sitting down and…
why are you both just laughing? This is a serious apology!
Twats.” Folding my arms across my chest, I pout.
“No apology needed. Really.” He still has rosy cheeks, but now it’s mostly from laughter rather than embarrassment.
It’s nice to see him looking so relaxed because the majority of the time, his pain and loneliness radiate from him.
That may be an exaggeration, but I can usually determine a person’s mood from their vibes.
Should I say that out loud?
No.
“Not that I’m unhappy to see you, but I thought you were at Maribel’s?” Grinder steps forward from beside Spencer, grips my wrist, and pulls me into him. He squeezes me and kisses the top of my head, breathing me in, and I smile.
“I was bored. But if I knew today was the day you were planning to finally bag Spencer, I would’ve stayed there and learned to crochet with Kirsty.”
“Wait, aren’t you two together now? Mac told me you’ve been, you know…busy, at every given opportunity.” Spencer frowns and sits on the edge of Grinder’s bed, his elbows resting on his knees. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t ha—”
“Don’t nick my word. Sorry’s mine.” I flump myself down beside him and grin.
“What the fuck is a nick, Stabby?” Grinder continues to stand, looking down on both of us sitting on his bed. If the sparkle in his icy blues is anything to go by, he’s enjoying himself.
“Nick, pinch, rob, steal, thieve…any or and all of the above.” I shrug.
“I’m so confused.” Spencer chuckles.
“Prepare to be confused for the rest of your life, Doc, because I have no intention of letting you go.” Forcing a gap between me and Spencer, Grinder sits between us. “But I also have no intention of letting Pah-kah go. Thoughts?”
Hearing that last part surprises me, and at the same time, a warmth spreads through my chest. My own feelings for Grinder have grown, it’s impossible to fuck him out of my system.
“What about the club hangarounds and everyone else?” Spencer, with his elbows still resting on his thighs, twists his head to glare at Grinder. I’d high-five him for the pure sassiness in his look and the great question, but I’m feeling like that would be inappropriate for now. Maybe later.
I know what the answer needs to be, because I will be getting myself into some serious trouble if it’s anything other than that. I’m okay with Spencer, and I know he has a past, but other than that…I am a jealous person.
“I haven’t been able to get hard for anyone other than you two for fucking weeks. There was even a moment when I thought it was broken.” Grinder’s such a drama queen.
“It’s true, I thought he was gonna cry, but then I showed him a boob and our favorite soldier was standing to attention within seconds.”
Spencer huffs a laugh.
“The point is…I’ve got an active libido, not gonna lie.
” He turns to Spencer. “Could I be with only you? Probably.” Then he turns to me.
“Could I be with only you? Again, probably. But the moment I saw you both in the same room, something just…clicked.” He leans back on his elbows and we’re forced to twist our necks in order to keep our eyes on him.
“The brothers all keep whipping fake whips at me in Church, I can’t fucking think straight, and the solution I have is to close the station.
This train’s only pulling in for my old man”—he gives Spencer a pointed look then turns to me—“and my old lady. Either you both agree with it now or I’ll have to find other ways to persuade you.
” With a dramatic flair, he lets himself flop down on the bed completely, groaning like he’s in agony.
“So…how much more work are you gonna make me put in?”
Spencer opens and closes his mouth again at Grinder’s declaration, as though he’s a little lost for words.
Well, that’s okay, because I’m not.
“Gonna butt in here—that’s butt with two Ts—because I haven’t been avoiding the compound.
” I give Spencer the same sassy glare he gave Grinder and he smirks in response.
“Me and Grinder have had this chat to some extent. I mean, I didn’t think we were talking old lady status because that feels fuckin’ huge, but also, my vagina has never been wetter than it has in the last few weeks. ”
“Oh Parker, girl, no, thank you.” Spencer’s cringe makes us all laugh.
“Appreciate you pulling me away from that train of thought.” I grin.
“But it’s also a little relevant because it’s no secret that vajayjay isn’t your thing.
And that’s cool. This isn’t some threesome thing where I wanna fuck you both or watch you fuck or anything at all involving all of us.
” My attention is quickly drawn to a growling Grinder and I smirk. “What’s up, growly?”
“I don’t like the mention of another cock anywhere near my pussy. Even Spencer’s magnificent one.” Grinder huffs, pulling himself back up to a sitting position, but his smirk isn’t far behind because he knows how ridiculous that is.
“Your pussy?” I slap his arm and he growls again, but this time it’s filled with lust. Man loves a slap.
“You know it is, Stabby.” He winks and licks my cheek. It’s wet and minty, only making me think about how that would feel on my clit. “What I’m trying to tell you, Doc, is that you’re mine, Parker is mine, and I belong to both of you.”
“That’s what you’re telling me, so you’re not asking?” Spencer raises both of his brows expectantly. “You’d be happy with Parker, why do you need me too? Have you ever been told no?”
“That’s what I said!” I flop backward and lie on the bed, giving me a much better view of the two of them from behind as they face each other.
“When you’re both here, everything just clicks into place. I don’t want to choose. Can’t do it. Refuse to do it. The only option is to make this work. I just need you to not say no.” Their eye contact is sexy, but as hot as Spencer is, he doesn’t float my boat like Grinder does.
“I’m in, by the way. In case you were wondering.” I raise my hand, waving it around, and Spencer looks over his shoulder at me.
“I had my money on you running a mile away.” He grins, sarcasm dripping from his tone.
“If you ever see me running, then something is seriously wrong because ew. No.” I stick my tongue out in faux-disgust.
“Is this not all a bit soon?” Spencer rolls his eyes back toward Grinder.
“Doc, I’ve been chasing your ass for the last two years. Too soon doesn’t exist.” Grinder grips the back of Spencer’s neck and presses their foreheads together.
“Should I just go? Or more like…can I go?” Shoving my hand beneath Grinder’s ass and squeezing, I stand.
“Spencey baby, welcome to the trio.” I salute him and he chuckles.
“Grinder, don’t break him. I’ll see you after work tomorrow.
” Giving Grinder a four-finger-and-a-thumb necklace, I twist his head to face me and kiss those irresistibly plump lips, pulling away with a sharp bite.
Spencer doesn’t look phased by it…good. I’d hate for him to have the green-eyed monster permanently lurking. I’m not stupid, I know there will be times that it rears its ugly head, but as long as those times are few and far between, we can deal with that shit.
“Who is that? He’s hot.” My new boss, Teagan, leans over my shoulder to check out my sketch.
“My boyfriend’s boyfriend and his cat.”
“I have a thousand more questions about that, but I need you to go to the store for sugar, please.” She grins and straightens up, glancing around before lowering her voice.
“And I know it isn’t work related but I really need a chocolate fix, if you don’t mind.
” Rubbing her pregnant belly, she looks sheepish.
“Teags, I’m here for whatever.” Winking, I stand from my chair at the reception desk and head toward the staff room for my jacket and purse.
To be honest, I’m thankful for the reprieve because listening to one more woman complain about her deadbeat husband—that they should all definitely leave immediately—is going to send me officially insane. I’ve had to hold myself back from offering my services more times than I can count.
“See ya soon.” I wave to the salon in general on my way out because most of the stylists are busy with clients. I really thought a beauty salon was going to be more exciting, but I’m pretty bored most of the time. For now, it’s a pay cheque.