Chapter 3 #2
I stick my tongue out at him before sassing. “I make no promises. But I have a toybox with plenty of toys if I get desperate … or bored.”
The room erupts in laughter again and Gunner protesting that it wasn’t fair to use toys.
“Hell yeah, girlfriend!” Sahara shouts over the noise.
Dalton is giving me a weird look, kind of like he is confused but intrigued.
“I thought you were joking about the toys. How come I haven’t seen your toybox? ”
“Because when you are here, I don’t need toys.
And yes, I do have a toybox and I keep a supply of batteries for when you are not here.
How do you think I kept my sanity while you were teasing us …
and running off any guy who showed interest in me?
It is easier for you guys to take care of those needs.
Us ladies gotta improvise every now and then. ”
“Those toys can be even more … stimulating … when the guy is in control.” Sahara comments, making Gunner turn bright red. Dalton looks at me with an evil grin. “Oh really? I guess that’s a great reason for me to finally see this toybox.”
“That is definitely something for me to think about. But you already said there is no play time this weekend, so you will have to wait to see. Now, it’s time to change the subject … to something non-sexual please.”
Laughter fills the room at my comment, and we go back to talking about the things that need to be done this weekend.
We end up agreeing that we will not be going away for our honeymoons.
Instead, Gunner and Sahara will spend the weekend at the rented house, Dalton and I will stay at my house, and Tray will spend the weekend with Slade and Wyatt.
At some point during the week after the wedding, we will all meet back up at my house. By 9 pm, the laughter and talking have quieted down so Gunner picks out a movie for us to watch.
After a while, I head to the bathroom to start my normal nighttime routine.
I am standing at the sink brushing my teeth when Dalton joins me.
“Hey! No bumping uglies!” Gunner hollers from the living room.
Dalton steps back and flips his brother a middle finger from the doorway, causing laughter in the living room.
“Time for a serious talk, baby girl. I know you have gotten more comfortable with Tray over the past year. Would you be okay with him joining us in bed tonight? Nothing sexual! Just sleeping. Possibly some snuggling, with you being the monkey in the middle. Think you can handle that, or would it trigger your panic attacks? Think about it before you answer.”
I take my time to finish brushing my teeth while considering everything.
“Again, I am going to ask where this is coming from? And what is the outcome you are hoping for? Is this a test to see if I would cheat on you? I would hope that you know the answer to that, especially before we go through with the wedding. If there is an issue with the sleeping arrangements, Sahara and I can sleep on the bed and you three can fold out the couch bed. Or you and Tray can take the bed if you are swinging that way now, and I will sleep on the loveseat. I am really confused right now, and I need you to clear things up before I can give you an answer.”
Dalton wraps his arms around me and hugs me tight to his chest. “No, baby. Ssshhh. Please don’t get upset.
I am not accusing you of anything. I trust you 100%, I promise.
I probably should have brough this up when we didn’t have company in the next room.
Bad timing on my part. You know how the conversations around construction sites tends to be crude …
maybe a little X-rated? Well, the guys we work with have been teasing me and Gunner about our relationships.
Asking if we are going to be swapping partners since we are all so close.
Several of them have volunteered to be our ‘third’…
” Dalton clears his throat before continuing.
“Well, that got me, Gunner, and Tray to talking. Remembering how hot it was between the group at the BBQ last year. Since you are better around Tray now than you were then, we were kinda hoping to have him join us occasionally. Starting off slowly, of course, making sure you are okay as we move along. As I said, nothing sexual this weekend. Just testing the waters for later … after my ring is on your finger. Since Tray is staying with us half the time, he could join us occasionally … you would be the center of attention. Think of how hard you would cum having two guys giving you pleasure.” I can feel how hard Dalton is getting while he is talking, clearly liking the idea.
“And what role did Gunner play in this … plan? And should I be worried about ‘swapping’ in the future? Is that something I need to warn Sahara about?” I feel Dalton chuckling more than hear him.
“Oh no, baby girl. I already told you once, you will not be fucking my brother. Not while I am alive anyway, and I will haunt you both if you do it after I am dead. I have no interest in fucking Sahara, for which my brother is very glad of. There will be no swapping partners between the four of us.”
“For now, Gunner does not know about the setup with Tray. He was part of the conversation about how hot it was when we teamed up on you two, but we talked about bringing up the topic of possibly adding another partner in the future, years after the wedding. The reason I am bringing it up now is because I can’t stop thinking about how much you would enjoy it.
That and I know that Tray isn’t comfortable trying to sleep in the recliner. Does that ease some of your concerns?”
I take a deep breath before responding. “I think so. But you know I can’t make any promises about not panicking. I have very little control over when, where, or why it happens. I can sometimes tell an attack is coming and it gives me a tiny bit of time to lessen the damage, but not always.”
“I know that hun. He knows that. We both understand. He is actually more worried than I am. I think him pulling you onto his lap today was him testing to see how you reacted to him touching you. Did that bother you?”
That causes me to laugh louder than I expected. “I was more worried that you would beat the snot out of him for doing it. But no, it didn’t bother me, other than the initial shock. And my neck feels pretty good from him working on it.”
Dalton rubs his hand up my back to where my knot is, rubbing his thumb in circles over the spot. “It does feel smaller than it usually is.”
“Mmmm … I’ll give you an hour to stop that.
” I mumble against his chest, causing him to laugh.
He leans down and whispers in my ear, “I think Tray has proven that he is good with his hands. Keep that in mind for the future. What is the verdict for him snuggling tonight?” I just breath for a moment, trying to build up the courage.
I finally lean back to look up at Dalton, “I make no promises for the future. But, yes, for tonight anyway. Remember, you said no sex.” Dalton kisses my forehead several times before whispering, “I got you, baby girl.” Then he kisses my lips, slow and easy.
Of course, Gunner chooses this moment to join us in the bathroom. “If you two are done making out, I gotta pee!” He proclaims loudly, walking past us toward the toilet. Dalton growls at his brother and pulls me out the door.