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She points slightly to the rear of us into a collection of trees. I peer into the darkness but don’t see anything. I calculate my odds. I’ve got two girls—one of them who means the world to me. I could stay and fight or I could hustle them home to safety. I opt for the latter.
“Erika should come home with us,” Livvie announces.
I tamp down a feeling of irritation at my private time with Livvie being interrupted by her roommate. A woman’s safety is more important than getting my dick wet. “Sounds like a plan.”
“Let’s stop for ice cream. We can make banana splits,” Livvie suggests.
Erika nods in eager agreement.
“Hey, Audley,” I hear behind me.
I spin around and hold my arms out to shield the girls. When my eyes fall on Tank, I relax and offer my hand in greeting. “Tank, my brother. What’s up?”
He comes forward and greets me, bumping my shoulder with his. “Nothing. Good game, by the way.”
“Thanks.”
“I’ll take the little one off your hands. I’m heading to her dorm anyway.”
“Oh, she’s not going to her dorm,” Livvie pipes up. “We’re taking her home with us.”
“I mean, maybe she wants to go to her dorm,” I say. Tank’s a good guy. In fact, I think Zeke asked him to walk Erika home from the party.
“She doesn’t.” Livvie threads her arm through her friend’s elbow. “She wants to come and have banana split sundaes with us, don’t you, Erika?”
“I mean, well, I guess?” Erika doesn’t sound sure.
Before any of us can get another word out, Tank has Erika draped over his shoulder, one arm clamped around her legs and the other palming her ass. “Like, I said. I’m headed to Erika’s dorm anyways. See you around.”
He takes off with Erika pounding tiny fists against his back, which I’m sure he’s not feeling.
“Hey, come back here!” Livvie yells. She turns to me. “Go after them.”
“Ah, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Tank’s halfway to the dorm already. He moves fast for a big man. I’m surprised.
“The bad idea is letting some…Neanderthal run off with her. She’s my roommate and it’s my duty to protect her.”
“I think she’s okay.” I point at the outline of the couple. Erika’s no longer being carried fireman-style over Tank’s shoulder. Instead, he’s lowered her to his chest and she’s got both arms wrapped around his neck.
“Oh.” Livvie stares for a minute. “I guess we can check on them later.”
“Sounds good.” I tuck my hand around her ass cheek and pull my girl closer to me. “Let’s go home.”
My plans are back in motion. “By the way, your shirt looks cute.”
“Really?” Livvie raises a sunny face to mine. “I worked really hard on it.”
“It’s too pretty. I guess that’s the problem. All your wonderfulness is out on display and it makes me jealous. Sorry for making you wear the towel.”
“So you won’t do it again, right?”
“I never said that.”
Chapter Five
Olivia
I wrap my arms around Levi. I can’t stay mad at my gentle giant, even as he admits he will likely do it again. Still, it makes a difference that he told me why he’d been upset about the shirt. Maybe it was a little showier then my normal stuff, but it was the twins’ fault. I had no idea that sex would make me feel so different. Knowing that not only one but two men worship my body makes me feel beautiful.
Levi and Zeke openly showing their affection now makes me feel sexier than I’d ever imagined. They always want their hands on my skin and I always want them there, and the fewer clothes I wear, the easier it is for them to get to it. Plus, I’d be a liar if I didn’t admit I enjoy teasing them. It doesn’t feel so mean teasing them now that we can act on our desires. There isn’t anything standing in our way anymore. We can do as we please. All of these things have added to my new-found sexiness. This new freedom is liberating.
I stare back over my shoulder into the darkness and remember how Erika was carried off. I don’t get the opportunity to linger, though, as Levi is walking so fast that I almost trip over my feet trying to keep up with him. He doesn’t let me hit the ground. He sweeps me up into his arms and carries me.
“Maybe I should carry you from now on,” he suggests with a serious face. He’s not even fazed by my weight or size; it’s like he’s carrying a pillow. His legs are so long that it feels like we’re moving faster than we are. It’s just that his natural stride makes his pace feel so much more brisk.
“You think we should check on them?” I ignore his suggestion. If I give it any attention he’ll take it as an invitation to carry me everywhere.
