Chapter 27 #2
Could I share her with them? I didn’t have the history with them that Skeeter did, but that didn’t mean I liked them.
How did people talk so casually about their sex lives? Or want others to be involved with it?
I knew Tyler had been hooking up with girls for years with his friends, but how could he be okay with watching someone else fuck the woman he was in love with?
Maybe I needed to outright ask him when we didn’t have an audience so I could try to understand.
It was weird watching their morning routine like they’d been doing it forever. Marco made breakfast, Hunter fussed over Rory with ointment and fresh ice packs, and Tyler ended up walking into the living room for a cigarette, so I followed him.
I found my jacket draped over the back of the couch, so I slid it on and lit a cigarette too as I sat beside Tyler, glancing at him. “Can I ask you a personal question?”
“We’re brother-husbands, so you can ask me anything,” he grinned, leaning back to get comfortable.
“How are you okay with watching someone else with her? I know it’s not a new concept for you, but sitting back and watching the person you love get railed by someone else? Do you actually like that, or do you just say that to keep her happy?” I asked, making him huff.
“Wow, straight into the serious stuff first thing in the morning. Look, I like it. It’s not everyone’s thing, but sitting back means I get to watch her reactions and soak it all in.
The fun bit is claiming her again after too.
I’m not afraid of other people’s love juice on my dick either, which helps.
You don’t have to join in with stuff, you know?
If you’d rather spend those nights alone with her, then do it.
You don’t get kicked out of the club just because you don’t want to rub balls with everyone else. ”
“I really don’t,” I said dryly.
“Then don’t. If you decide to try out some spectating or something, just pick one person to join you guys. You’re not even sleeping with Rory yet, right? Is it something you’ve been thinking about?”
I took a drag of my cigarette as I thought about it for a second, blowing the smoke out on a sigh. “I honestly don’t know. I feel like I’ll never be ready to make that step.”
“You will. One day, it’ll just feel right and you’ll do it,” he shrugged, giving me a small smile.
It was weird having such a mature conversation with him. I’d half-expected him to tease me.
“I guess. Thanks.”
“All good. It’s hot though. I think you’d like a little bit of sharing,” he answered, waggling his eyebrows.
“I’ll take your word for it.”
We sat there until breakfast was called, and I was surprised when Marco dished me a plate too. It was just fried eggs on toast with some bacon, nothing fancy, but my stomach growled and I started eating it like it was a five star meal.
It also gave me time to study them all as they interacted, giving me a lot of answers to silent questions. Hunter was eyeing Rory and Marco with annoyance every time they talked, which told me he wasn’t happy with what had happened last night. Most likely jealous of the whole thing.
Marco kept giving Rory these little smirks that made me wonder if he was thinking about her naked, and Tyler was more than happy to talk about future sex activities they could do between the three of them like it was already decided that Marco was part of our relationship all of a sudden.
Hunter also didn’t like that and was getting more tense by the second, which made me smile.
At least I wasn’t the only one not happy with this situation.
Rory
I could tell Diesel wasn’t happy with me, but it was a little jarring to see how calm he was. At least if he yelled, then I knew where I stood with him.
He left to head to the Shed an hour after breakfast, giving me a quick kiss when he left, which only confused me more. Hunter and Marco left to go to the warehouse, and Tyler got a phone call from Josie, scolding him and telling him to get to school.
There wasn’t much to do at Marco’s alone, so I tidied up and sat on the couch to watch a movie, getting bored with that after an hour. Hunter kept texting to remind me to ice my throat, and it only added to my thoughts about him and Marco.
What was I even doing with them? Last night with Marco had been really good, and he hadn’t even fucked me. What would it be like to let him?
The man infuriated me, but there was no doubt about my sexual attraction to him.
Hunter was also confusing. We hadn’t crossed that line, but there was definitely something there.
How the fuck did I say that to the guys without ruining everything? I’d be offended if they came to me and said they’d found someone else they liked, so it wasn’t fair for me to do that to them.
I went back and forth in my mind about the situation all damn day, and I ended up falling asleep on the couch some time after lunch, not waking until I felt someone sit on the edge of the couch in front of me.
“Hey,” Marco murmured, having no concerns about lying down beside me to get comfortable as he slid an arm around me. “Go back to sleep.”
“What time is it?”
“Three in the afternoon.” He nuzzled against my throat carefully, his lips moving across my skin. “I’ve been thinking about your cum-soaked cunt all day.”
“It was really gross waking up with it dried in my panties, you know?” I answered with a huff, shivering as his tongue trailed up my throat before his teeth nibbled on my jaw.
“Next time, I’m going to coat your pussy in cum and then fuck it into you. Do you think Ty would like that? Watching me dirty his girl up?”
“We can’t. I need to talk to the guys.” My mouth might have said that, but my body leaned into him more, enjoying his touch.
“Then hurry up and tell them so I can bury my cock in you. They’re welcome to watch,” he snickered, grabbing a handful of my ass and giving it a squeeze. “At least let me watch you and Ty fuck so I can come on you again.”
“That’s weird.”
“Why did you roll your hips into me when I said it then? You like the idea of me watching him fuck you? Or is it the part where I come on your pussy again?” he asked, his fingers dropping lower to toy with the hem of the shirt of his that I was wearing.
“Maybe you’d like him to fuck you while I feast on your clit? ”
It felt like I was going to come just from his words, and I groaned. “Stop talking.”
“You’re the one that’s not supposed to be talking,” he teased, sliding his fingers up the inside of my thigh, pausing when he got to my pussy and realized I wasn’t wearing anything under the shirt.
“I wasn’t going to put those cum-filled panties back on after my shower,” I scoffed before he said anything, making him curse.
“It’s like you want me to snap and fuck you.”
“I need you to keep your sinful mouth and fingers off me until I talk to the guys. Please,” I gritted out, forcing myself to push his hand away.