She makes a little face. "At first I wasn't certain. I waited at the foot of the bed, and waited, and then I heard the soft whisper of bare feet along the wooden floor. They showed up in the doorway both bare-chested, and both fully erect."
"Were you nervous?" I whisper, although besides Max, we're the only ones out on the playground.
She shakes her head. "No, not at all. Something clicked for me right then. The sight of the two of them together made my heart pound. I held out my hands, one to each of them, and they took them. I tugged and they came toward me. I put my arms around their waists. Theirs went around my shoulders. I kissed Ethan first, uncertain how he would react to seeing me kiss another man. But when I moved to Jace's mouth, Ethan ran his hands over the slopes of my breasts and freed my bra so he could suck on my nipples."
I can feel myself getting lost in her story, and immediately get how she must have been lost to the mood.
Closer still she moves. "We spent some time during those first few minutes figuring out how to best move, and they each removed the rest of their clothes. Soon after that, four hands covered me, and I closed my eyes. Together they removed my panties and spread my legs as I stood at the end of my bed."
"And?" I bite out, anxious to hear the rest.
"Do you really want to know all the dirty details?"
"Yes, I do," I whisper yell.
She sucks in a breath. "After a lot of twisting and tangling and sucking, we settled on me kneeling on the bed with Ethan behind me, and Jace on his back beneath me."
I try to picture it, but make a face of not quite understanding. "Ethan fucked me, while Jace ate me and I jerked him off."
"Oh," I yell, and then scrunch my face and say it again. "Oh."
She nods. "Oh, is right. It was amazing, Tess. Any woman who says they'd turn it down is lying. I felt like a queen who was being worshipped by four hands, twenty fingers, and two dicks."
"Well, when you put it like that," I laugh. "And Ethan, how was he after?"
"More loving than ever. After Jace left, we took a shower and he washed me and then took me to bed and made love to me. I really think this is going to be good for us."
I hope so, I really do.
Tess
THE TEMPERATURE DROPS again by Monday.
It's in the high thirties as I make my way to the coffee shop, and my car is barely warmed up before I park in the lot around the corner from the café.
I didn't sleep. I haven't eaten. And I can't get a hold of Nick. His phone is going directly to voicemail now, so I'm pretty certain he's turned it off.
The overcast in the sky makes everything darker, especially for this early in the morning. I really wanted to stay in my bed and feel sorry for myself, but I made myself get up and go to work.
Bracing myself for the cold, I take a deep breath and open my car door. It's eerily quiet, and there aren't any cars parked here yet. I pop my trunk, needing to bring in the crate of samples I brought home and never even removed from the spot it currently occupies. I should have just left them in the café.
Before I even make it past the passenger door, a hard object runs into me. I'm taken off guard, and try to see what is happening. But my head and body are being slammed against the car. It's not an object. It's a person. A man. And he's pounding one side of my face into the metal so hard, I can feel blood trickling from my brow.
Terrified, I cry out for help, but a hand covers my mouth to stop me. Tears clog my throat and panic grips me.
A jab, or maybe a punch lands against my side and a radiating pain tears through my belly. I try to scream, but he's still covering my mouth. I try to kick, but his grip on my body is too tight. I try to bite him, but all that makes him do is clamp down on my mouth harder.
I feel like I can't breathe.
When he pumps his hips against me in the most vulgar way, I start to hyperventilate, certain he's going to either rape me or kill me, or both. The feeling of his body against mine makes my flesh crawl.
Roughly, a hand digs into my hair and yanks it back, and then he slams my face against my car one more time. I can taste blood in my mouth, and an agonizing pain splinters through me.
The metallic tang of blood on my tongue makes me feel nauseated. Dizzy. There is a gulf of blackness, and I force myself to stay conscious. I'm frightened. Scared. Weak. And I hate being weak. I focus on that. Using that rising anger to fight him off, anyway I can.
With all my might, I somehow manage to get my foot out of the vise-like lock his legs have my legs in, and donkey kick him right in the balls.
"Motherfucker," he sneers and takes ahold of my hair again, this time even harder, pulling me back away from the car.
I'm shaking from head to toe as fear curls in my belly, spreading to my chest and into my throat, grabbing me, and squeezing me until I can barely breathe. He's going to kill me right now.