Chapter 6
After we finish eating, Gunner and Sahara decide to go home to ‘start organizing her stuff’ and they will be back out sometime this weekend to pick up her car. Understanding that they want some time alone, Tray gladly agrees to return home with me and Dalton.
A short time later, Dalton comes out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped loosely around his hips.
“You’re up Tray.” He says as he walks through to the kitchen.
Dalton pours a glass of tea, drinks about half of it, then tops it off again.
He carries the glass back into the living room and stops in front of me, waiting for me to look up from the laptop.
“Hold this,” he orders as he hands me the glass then he quickly closes the laptop and sits it aside. “No working this weekend. Come,” he wiggles a finger at me, wanting me to follow him to the couch.
“You know it takes more than one finger to make me come,” I smart off, then take a sip of his tea. Tray stops in the doorway, also just wearing a towel around his hips – tattoos and nipple rings clearly visible, looking back and forth between us.
“Woman! Get your ass over here!” Dalton softly says, pointing to the middle seat of the couch. I walk over and hand him the glass of tea then turn to walk away. “I think it is my turn for the shower.”
Dalton catches the back of my shirt and pulls me backwards to him. “Nope. You have to wait for the water to warm back up. Sit. We are not going to bite you … at least not too hard.”
I give up and sit in the middle of the couch with Dalton sitting on my left and Tray on my right. Both are fresh from the shower … and smelling delicious.
Tray has his arm on the back of the couch and is playing with my hair. Dalton has his hand on my leg, rubbing my inner thigh through my leggings.
They pick some stand-up comedy show to watch but I quickly zone out, lost in my own thoughts. I hear the guys talking and laughing. They randomly hand me glasses of tea and tell me to drink, which I do and hand the glass back to them.
After a period of time – I am not sure how long – Tray leans over and puts his head on my shoulder.
“What ’cha thinking about?” He whispers at me.
When I don’t respond, Dalton snaps his fingers in front of my face.
“Earth to baby girl. Come in, baby girl. How far into the ADHD twilight zone did you go?”
Both guys chuckle as I look around in confusion. The television is off. Two empty tea glasses sit on the coffee table in front of me. Someone has turned the lights off except for the lamp by the loveseat.
“What did I miss?” I look back and forth between the guys for a few minutes, waiting for my brain to catch up, before my eyes go wide.
“Oh! I gotta pee!” I hustle off to the bathroom, leaving both guys laughing.
I am still trying to empty my poor over-flowing bladder when Dalton pops his head into the bathroom.
“Go ahead and take your shower hun. We’re going to get the bed ready. ”
When I come out of the bathroom, only the bedside lamp on Dalton’s side is on. Dalton is holding out my nighttime medicines and Tray is holding a glass of tea. I quickly remove one pill and take the rest … but Dalton notices. “Baby girl. Take that pill.” I stare at the little pill in my hand.
“You know if I take this one, I will be zonked out like last night. Can we see what taking half does?” The guys exchange a look. Not waiting for an answer, I break the little pill in half and quickly swallow one piece.
“Sweetheart, if you wake us with a night terror because you didn’t take the whole think, once you calm down, I am going to swat your ass.” Dalton warns, taking the half pill and putting it back in the bottle.
“I keep telling you that is not my kink. I am beginning to think that it is your kink.” I turn toward the dresser to grab a night shirt when Dalton swats my butt then pulls off my towel. “HEY!” I quickly cover my breasts even though Tray is behind me.
“No shirt yet, baby. Tray is going to work on your back. I know it is bothering you today. Come on, get in the middle of the bed.” I just stand there, knowing my face is bright red. Dalton steps over and pulls me back against his chest.
“Breathe, hun. You’re ok. Just breathe. Tray will close his eyes until you get in bed, if you are worried about him seeing anything.
I will be right next to you, watching. You’re safe.
I promise. Come on …” Dalton pulls/guides me over to the bed and I lay down on my stomach, without looking up at Tray.
I pull the blanket up just over my butt and watch as Dalton sits next to me with his back against the headboard. “Relax. Breathe. Close your eyes and rest.”
I close my eyes when I feel the bed move as Tray joins us. The blanket moves down slightly as Tray sits on my butt … and I realize he is still just wearing the towel as I feel something warm yet hard resting on my cheeks. I instantly tense up.
“Ignore it. It will go away.” I giggle at the command. “I have heard that before. Just don’t touch my feet.” I put my head back down and try to relax again as Tray starts massaging my back. It doesn’t take long for me to relax enough that I doze off. I wake up as I feel Tray moving off of me.
My eyes pop wide open when I hear Dalton whisper, “lets flip her over and you can work on the front.” The sight that greets my eyes is the tent in the towel that Dalton has over his lap.
“She’s awake.” Tray points out, rubbing a hand on my lower back, just above my crack.
“Babe, you okay?” Dalton asks, then softly boops me on the nose with his finger, making me giggle.
“Me? I’m not the one sporting a tent.” I hear a chuckle behind me then Tray pats my bottom. “Roll over if you want me to massage the front. You will enjoy it, I promise. Close your eyes if it makes you feel better.”
I look up at Dalton to get his input. Instead of saying anything, he tosses the towel away and slowly strokes his hard cock. I have to wonder who is enjoying this more. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. I close my eyes and roll onto my back, trying to pull the blanket up over my stomach.
The blanket is jerked out of my hands, causing me to open my eyes.
I watch as Tray settles himself on my thighs, minus the towel.
His body is an interesting mixture of shadow and light in the dim bedroom.
His nipple rings catch the light as he moves over me.
His erection is a little shorter than Dalton’s but still a solid 7 ⒈／⒉ … and a little bit thicker.
I lick my lips at the sight without thinking.
Dalton reaches over and rubs his finger around one of my nipples, which are tight, hard little buds.
I let out a sound that is a mix of moan and whimper as I feel an instant flush of moisture between my legs.
I close my eyes as Tray starts to massage my belly.
Dalton teases my nipples as Tray slowly works his way up my body.
I can’t hold back a moan when he finally reaches my breasts, gently kneading the globes before rubbing his thumbs over the nipples. I am squeezing my thighs together against the throbbing need burning there.
I whimper when he removes his hands and sits back. I bite my tongue and try to slow down my breathing. Keeping my eyes closed, I whisper “Your slimer is leaving a trail on my fupa.” Laughter breaks the tension in the room, and I open my eyes to look at the guys.