She giggles and slaps his chest before walking away. The smile that curves her lips only gets bigger when she looks up and connects her eyes with mine. In a few short steps there’s no space left between us and she threads her fingers between mine.
“Come on.” She tosses over her shoulder, leaving Monty and I to follow.
Walking hand and hand, we go inside and settle into the living room. Monty veers off to the kitchen and returns with three bottles of water. Passing off one to each of us before sitting down on the large couch. Releasing my hand, Josie joins him, pulling me along. Our hands release from one another and I find myself standing there staring down at the two of them.
I’m battling with myself, deciphering between whether this is just a dream or if this is my actual life right now.
I don’t know what came over me at the bar. We were dancing and having fun, alcohol flowing through everyone. No one was getting sloppy, we were just enjoying each other's company.
When I ended up sandwiched between them on the dance floor, I don’t know what happened. My body was buzzing with excitement and there were hints of anticipation of what could come from this.
We’ve all been walking so close to the line for the last couple weeks, but no one has had the balls to finally cross it.
The desperate woman deep down inside me who just wants to be loved and cherished the way that they do for each other took control. With the bit of liquid courage I had, she came bursting through the door and asked for what she wanted. With Monty having to say yes to whatever I told him to do. It seems like a no brainer to tell him to kiss me.
The perfect way to cross that line, and if he really didn’t want to do it he would’ve said no.
He didn’t say no, but it wasn’t his lips that pressed to mine when I said it. When her plush lips crashed with mine, it was like I was zapped back to life. The old Evie who I thought died all those years ago, never to be found again, was crawling out of the rubble letting me see that she’s still here.
I’m not going to question this, at least not for tonight. I take the spot on the other side of Monty, and we sit in the silence for what feels like forever. Suddenly, my throat is so dry I don’t think I’d be able to speak if I tried.
Uncapping the water I down the whole bottle before looking over to them on the couch.
“Sorry, I was thirsty.” I squeak out, not sure how to start the conversation.
A smile curves Josie’s lips, “I can see that.” I return her smile with one of my own, but it feels a little forced. I know I said I wasn’t going to question this, but if my nerves could get the memo that would be fantastic.
Having both their eyes on me sends electricity across my skin, the need to be closer consumes me, and I see I’m not the only one. Josie angles her body to face mine, Monty sitting with his back against the couch, moving his head back and forth between our interaction. She leans forward, and I find myself gravitating toward her.
The warmth of her palm slides along my jaw, gliding along my skin until her hand grasps the back of my neck. Pulling me in until our lips meet once more. Resting one hand on Monty’s thigh, I use that leverage to keep me balanced as Josie continues to take the lead. Our tongues massage one another in such an intoxicating way, I feel myself become light headed.
Keeping her grip on the back of my neck, she begins peppering kisses along my jaw before taking my earlobe between her teeth. A breathless moan leaves me as I try to capture her lips once more, but she doesn’t allow me. Instead she guides me toward Monty who’s eyes are blown so wide, the color appears almost purely black.
A whimper leaves me as our lips crash together. The hard, firm feel of his lips are a contrast compared to hers, and with her hands still on me I feel my skin prickle as goosebumps begin to appear over my whole body.
Before I lose my train of thought to the need running rampant through my body, I pull away.
“Wait.” I pant, “you said we were going to talk.” I put a little distance between the three of us, because if they continue to touch me and keep their hands on me, I’m going to say fuck it and just let my need take control.
“Right.” Monty mumbles, running his hand down his face before expelling a deep breath.
We sit there, no one speaking, the only sound is our heavy breathing as we collect ourselves.
“Like I said while we were outside the club.” Josie rests her hand on Monty’s thigh, his hand covers her own and she twists it around so they are intertwined. “We want this and we want to make this work.”
“Okay… and what will this -” I wave my pointer finger between all of us, “look like exactly?”
“Well,” Monty starts, “I mean it’s ideally up to all of us. It’s whatever we think will work, as a group. The biggest thing is communication, if we can’t freely express how we are feeling then this won’t work.”
“Yes, communication is huge.” Josie agrees, “I think, for the boys sake, we keep this private for the first bit while we explore what it is between the three of us. At any point in time, if it’s not working for anyone we stop immediately.”
“What will that mean for me and the boys?” It’s the first thing that blurts from my mouth, “While I want to give this a try, trust me. I just want to know where my position will stand when it comes to my relationship with them.”
Josie’s entire face softens at my question, “We would never deny you continuing to be a part of their lives.”
A breath I didn’t realize I was holding releases. Body sagging into the couch with relief.
“Okay.” I whisper. New found confidence begins to build “What next?”
