And Jason didn't want to miss out on the action. His big arms tightened around me as he whispered in my ear, "You okay baby?"
I nodded numbly, and that was all he needed. Jason immediately launched himself into the fray, taking out his anger on the fucking high school boy.
"You FUCK!" was all he roared before kicking Jock in the stomach, his boot digging into the football player's small intestine. "Motherfucker!" he screamed before aiming another deadly kick, this time at Jock's neck.
I had to intervene then because if this went on, my date was going to die here, a bloody, pulpy mess on the barren concrete floor.
"Stop stop!" I cried, running to them, trying to wave them off. "Stop, look I'm fine, I'm fine, just a couple scratches that's all."
Both men turned to look at me, their blue eyes almost feral in the low lights of the parking lot.
"A couple scratches?" Brent raged. "That's enough reason to kill this fucker."
"Fuck YEAH," was all Jason managed before grinding his heel down on Jock's hand.
"No stop!" I shrieked, really serious this time. "Come on, I'm fine!" I panted, pulling at one big man's arm, then the other. "Come on, let's go!"
And my soft touch on their bodies brought them back to their senses, unlocking them from the all-consuming rage that burned through their massive bodies.
Brent shook his head, as if snapping out of dream.
"Let's go," he grunted to Jason. "This loser's had enough."
Jason looked like he wanted to land another good one on Jock's face, shoulder, wherever, but he stepped back as well, breathing hard. But he wasn't above a parting shot.
"You ever touch Katy again," he rasped, his voice a hissing steam pipe, "and you'll see just how nasty we can be motherfucker." And with that, he delivered a final blow to Jock's stomach, leaving the football player groaning, clutching his midsection, crying like a baby in the parking lot.
Holy shit, this had gotten out of control. You can go to jail for what Jason and Brent did, and right now, it was important to get out of here before the police came. Hopefully the lunkhead wouldn't be stupid enough to tell them who had done it, he'd keep his trap shut like a good little girl. So I ran to the car, my lovers trailing me, and clambered in, panting, breathless.
"You okay?" ground out Brent, staring at me through the darkness, his hand still on the ignition, making sure I was alright.
Jason was just as concerned.
"Because I'll kill that fucker if he touched you," he ground out, eyes seizing mine under the fluorescent lighting of a nearby billboard.
And I took a deep breath then, still shaking, still rattled, but my mind had cleared, and I was suddenly sure.
"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.
Fortunately, the drive did us good, gave us some time to cool off. Maybe it was the cold night air blasting as we sailed down the street or the soothing rumble of the engine, but I got a good dose of oxygen and was able to clear my head. As we squealed into the theater parking lot, my brain was screwed on straight once more, my pulse going at a normal pace.
And Jason had calmed too because he turned to me and growled, "Listen, we can't just sit out here for three hours like a bunch of losers. But we can't both go in either, it'd be way too obvious."
I grunted. That was true.
"I'll go in," Jason proposed, pulling his hood over his head. "I'll keep an eye on them while they're in the theater, and you sit out here and wait. That way Katy's always in our line of vision, she's always safe."
And I watched amazed as Jason got out of the car, stooping his shoulders, crouching so that his big frame shrunk in on itself. Holy shit, but this guy was a master of disguise. From the back I would have thought that he was a sixty year-old senior, hobbling through the parking lot, a lonely guy out for a movie by himself.
So I tried to relax, leaning back in the cab, forcing my muscles to unclench, to release. Gazing out the window, I could see that the parking lot was pretty much empty, just a few cars here and there, the vast concrete space lit up by fluorescent lights. And the irony of the situation struck me. I was an alpha male who'd taken females for thirty years now, irresistible to the ladies then and now. Even the waitress at the diner today had been all over me, sighing and gasping, scribbling her number on the receipt. I'd glanced at it, crumpling it in my fist without a second thought. No way the middle-aged server could hold a candle to my beautiful teen, it was like comparing a blob to a rose in bloom, there was no contest, period.