“Take me home,” I said. “Brent, Jason, take me home because I want to be with you now.”
And it was true. There was no more need for waiting periods, I no longer had any doubts about what my life could be or should be. There was only what is. And it was time to serve my men, show them how much I cared, how much I adored my lovers both. So I looked at them again, hiding nothing, my eyes wide pools of truth.
“Take me home and let me love you,” I murmured this time, a hand on each of their thighs. Because my future was unfolding with Jason and Brent on each side … and it was time to get down to business.
CHAPTER TEN
Brent
Katy’s changed, that nightmare of an encounter with Jock McMahon made the girl snap to her senses, realize how lucky we were to have each other. Because at first, Jason and I weren’t sure what was going on. We’d overheard her on the phone making plans to see a movie with some dude, and were incredulous.
“What the fuck?” I ground out. “Who is this asshole?”
Jason just shook his head with disbelief.
“I never knew a forty-eight hour waiting period meant dating other people,” he growled. “Fuck me.”
We continued to look at each other, stunned, until Katy stepped into the living room, immediately alert to the tension in the air.
“What, what is it?” she asked, her gaze on Jason, then me. “What’s wrong?”
But Jase and I move fast and immediately wiped our expressions clean.
“Nothing,” I tossed at casually. “Why?”
And the boy was just as smooth.
“Heading out, see ya,” he grunted, grabbing his gym bag.
Katy was silent for a second, still suspecting something, but sighed and let it go, picking up her purse.
“I’m gonna go see a movie with June,” she said. “I’ll be back, mmm, probably at ten. See you then?” she asked with a sweet smile.
And I forced myself to nod neutrally, the fakeness making my chest hurt, but it was important to act normal.
“Sure thing,” I drawled. “Don’t get up to no good.”
And Katy smiled sweetly at me again before tripping down the trailer steps.
“Don’t worry, I won’t,” she called once she was outside. “Besides, it’s just June!” she added with a smile before walking to the park entrance where presumably “June” would pick her up.
And once she was out of sight, Jason and I gawked at each other again.
“What the fuck,” was all he could manage.
“What the fuck is right,” I ground out between gritted teeth. “Our girl is going on a date with another dude? To see Insidious 2?” I asked. “Who is this fuckwad? And what kind of name is Jock, anyways?”
Jason snorted.
“Dude is a motherfucker of the worst sort. Ten feet tall, pumped up on steroids, he’s dealing that shit to other guys too. It’s bad, I see him working out in the gym and he’s got veins popping out of his forehead, he’s on so much juice.”
I shook my head. Central High is a fancy high school where kids have access to everything, and it wasn’t surprising that kids with too much money were using drugs. But shit, dealing that stuff? What the fuck was Katy thinking?
Jason just shook his head again.
“I don’t think she knows,” he rumbled. “Katy’s pretty innocent and doesn’t get around in those circles, so I wouldn’t be surprised if she thought he was a meathead and nothing else.”
Warning bells were going off in my brain now. There was no way a monster like Jock wanted just a couple kisses from Katy. In fact, having once been a horny eighteen year-old myself, I knew exactly what the movies were for: making out with a sweet, succulent girl, petting her pussy, maybe slipping a couple fingers inside.
So I grabbed my jacket and keys, face set in a mask.
“Where are you going?” rumbled Jason.
I fixed him with a hard look.
“You think I’m gonna let that fucker feel our girl up? Fuck no,” I ground out, expression grim.
And Jason grabbed his jacket as well, just as incensed, but he was more practical.
“What, are we gonna see the movie as well? Make it a ‘double date’ with Katy and her dude?”
Hearing the word “date” made my guts scream, my brain pound with agony knowing that my girl was in a romantic situation with another man. But I shook my head, expression tight.
“Naw, I’m just gonna sit in the parking lot, make sure everything’s kosher,” I said as calmly as I could, like I was actually thinking straight.
Of course, it was a total lie because sitting in the parking lot wasn’t going to do any good. I mean, fuck, this Jock asshole could be mauling her inside and we wouldn’t even know, waiting in the truck cab like losers. But both of us were so intent on keeping tabs on our best girl that we jumped into the car, squealing onto the road, barreling towards the theater.