And I turned to Jason, eyes wide, inclusive, trying to drawn him in.
“Will you, Jason?” I asked softly. “Will you?”
And Jason groaned, seizing my other hand.
“Sharing is caring,” he ground out. “I never thought this would happen to me, but shit, I want you so bad …” his voice trailed off.
And I finished his sentence for him.
“You want me so bad, you’ll try right?” I whispered, looking deep into his eyes. “You’ll try, won’t you?”
And he nodded before rumbling in his throat, “Yeah, I’ll try.”
I took a deep breath then.
“Well, that’s settled … sort of,” I said, fingers drumming on the cheap linoleum countertop. Because nothing had been hammered out in detail, we’d agreed we were going to share, but the boundaries were unclear. When was I going to be with each man? Whose bed would I sleep in? Who could touch where, when? And so I decided to propose a waiting period, a time for things to sink in.
“Everything’s been so crazy lately,” I began slowly, “that maybe we should give it some time. What do you guys think about a waiting period, some quiet time before we start up … um, our relationship?”
The men were silent.
“Naw, not necessary,” rumbled Brent.
And Jason was the same.
“Fuck no,” he ground out roughly. “Because shit Katy, I need to touch you ….”
But his statement nailed it.
“That’s exactly why we should wait,” I concluded firmly. “We need some time without touching one another, the physical is so strong between us that we can’t think clearly. Some alone time will give us an opportunity to digest, figure out if this is what we really want.”
And it sounded so adult, so mature, that even I was surprised by my words.
But Brent spoke up again.
“Well, how long were you thinking?” he asked, eyes deceptively casual. “Because like this dude here, I don’t think I can wait long. I need you, honey, need your sweet pussy wrapped around my dick.”
And I gasped, his words took away my breath with their directness, the way he was so upfront with what he wanted, what only I could give.
I looked between the two men.
“How about a week?” I proposed softly. “That’s not too long, is it?”
Both men rejected the idea immediately.
“Fuck no, your body was just breached, it needs immediate love again,” began Jason.
“Absolutely not,” grunted Brent. “I know we promised not to fight,” he said, shooting a look at Jason, “but if you’re not in our arms in a couple days, there’s gonna be way too much testosterone brewing in the trailer, shit’ll go down for sure.”
And Jason glared right back at Brent, shoulders tense, almost growling like he was ready to take it up right there. But I stepped in before things could get crazy.
“How about forty-eight hours then?” I said softly, seizing each of their hands. “We’ll give ourselves two days to think things through, and if we’re all still on-board, then we’ll regroup and hammer out the details.”
Silence for a moment. Both men looked like they’d swallowed something gross, something that made them choke and hurl. But forty-eight hours was doable, we were human beings and not animals with no self-control.
So Jason nodded.
“Fine,” he grunted, none too graciously.
And Brent agreed as well.
“We’ll re-group in two days and see where everyone is,” he intoned smoothly. “But honey, I know I won’t change my mind.”
The heat in Jason’s eyes told me the same, that these two men were so intent on loving me, on taking me, possessing and cherishing, that whatever form or fashion was enough, they’d take whatever I was giving.
And the knowledge made my heart sing, made me unbelievably happy, my emotions soaring on Cloud Nine.
“Oh good,” I said softly, “because I want you too, both of you,” I amended. “This break is just a small precaution, just in case. Because who knows what could happen?” I said with a wry smile. “Maybe lightning will strike.”
Silence for a moment.
“I’d need a lobotomy to change my mind,” said Brent wryly. “I’m forty-five honey, forty-eight hours isn’t gonna make a difference.”
And Jason nodded as well.
“Naw, me neither,” was all he said, staring at me intently, making me grow warm all over again. And whaddya know, but our nosy waitress sashayed over once more.
“Anything else I can get for you folks?” she asked sassily, cocking one hip out, forcing us to notice the way her apron was tied tight around her waist, boobs busting out. “Water? Coke? Beer? Another sandwich?”