Yeah, she’s never allowed to come over to my mom’s house.
Guilt gnaws at me. As bad as I am, I at least helped her keep things under control. Without me there, I wonder how much of a disaster it’s turned into.
I open up the washer, starting to throw clothes haphazardly into it as Pandora chatters at me.
“Boyfriend, you have to do the clothes first,” Pandora says. She reaches in to pull a towel out of the washer. “Save the sheets and towels for the second round. Those will take longer since they’re bulky.”
“It’s not that serious,” I grumble at her, but I fish out the other towel that had made its way into the washer. “But fine.” I shove the rest of the clothes in, filling the cup of detergent to the appropriate mark, and dump it in. “Okay. There. Laundry has been started. Are you happy now?”
Now I have to remember to take it out of the washer. Blaze or River will bitch if I don’t, so I take my phone out of my pocket and set an alarm.
“Yep!” Pandora wraps her arms around my neck and smiles up at me. “Don’tyoufeel better, too?”
“No,” I tell her.
I’m sure I’ll feel better when I have fresh sheets on the bed; I always do. It never seems worth the effort, though.
“Where’s Blaze?” I ask.
Pandora shrugs. “Studying? He actually wants to get a good grade, unlike us.”
“I wastryingto study,” I remind her. “Until someone barged in and interrupted me to do laundry.”
Pandora steps closer, pressing her breasts against my chest. “You studied all of yesterday, and the day before. And this morning. Come on, Asch. When’s the last time you got laid? Has Blaze been dicking you while I wasn’t watching?”
“Would you be jealous if he was?” I retort, but I wrap my arms around her and kiss her jaw.
“Hmm. I don’t think so?” Pandora digs her nails into the back of my neck. “Only if you tried to steal him away from me. Blaze belongs to me. But I’ll let you borrow him.”
“I’d never steal him away from you,” I tell her, tightening my grasp around her and kissing her.
But Blaze is as much mine as he is Pandora’s.
The thought of being dumped by both of them still makes my stomach knot with dread, but I remind myself that Blaze would never do that.
More to the point,Pandorawould never do that. She isn’t built for being exclusive with only one man. She has me, and Blaze, and even River, and it takes all three of us to keep up with one of her.
Pandora moans against my lips. I gasp when she jumps up and wraps her legs around my waist. She’s not heavy, but she’s not light either. I’ve seen how she keeps fit, how toned her muscles are.
“I’m not fucking you in the laundry room,” I murmur as I hold her.
“You’re fucking me in the laundry room,” Pandora counters. “Imagine it. My ass on the laundry machine. Your cock in my cunt. The machine vibrating both of us.”
It isn’t an unwelcome thought.
I lift her higher up so I can set her on top of the washer. “Can’t say I’ve ever done this before,” I tell her.
“Neither have I,” Pandora says as she shuffles back onto the laundry machine. “But I did once walk in on my parents doing it.”
“Why does that not surprise me?” I ask her. I push her skirt up, revealing more of her tights, and lift her ass so I can pull the tights down and out of the way. Except her boots are in the way, and I grumble at them.
“Why are you wearing shoes?” I huff.
“You want me to walk on your filthy floor barefoot?” Pandora says with mock horror. “If you wanted to be a shoes-off household, you should at least provide slippers for your guests.”
“So people could wear each other’s dirty slippers around the house?” I ask. “That sounds even more unsanitary.” I start to unlace one of her boots, grumbling at them. “You getoneof them off. You might as well be wearing a chastity device with how hard these are to get off.”
“Be glad I showed up in a skirt and not the tightest jeans known to man.” Pandora lifts her leg so I can slide one leg out of the tights and panties. They dangle off her other boot.
