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When he moved he helped me stand, grabbing tissues and gently cleaning me before tossing them in the trash.
"I'll grab your things," he offered, pulling his shorts back on and giving me a smirk.
"Wait, is your phone in here?"
He barked out a laugh and grabbed it from the desk. I bent over one side, using my arms to push up my breasts but hid the rest as I bent over it. He reached over and fixed my hair before taking the photo.
"Damn woman, you're evil," he groaned, pushing down on his cock that was starting to get hard again. I took his phone to look at it and smiled. It was the perfect angle to tease but not give anything away. I found the group chat and sent the photo.
Tate: After class workout, accomplished
He watched over my shoulder as the dots popped up, the guys already typing out an answer.
Brock: My schedule just cleared. I know that was you, princess, get your ass upstairs.
Tate took his phone from me and answered them.
Tate: I bent her over my desk, she was fucking perfect. She's also naked and without anything but a wet swimsuit. You weren't invited.
Elias: Bet. I'll swing by the locker room on my way.
Brock: You think you can keep us away? I'll spank that ass too.
Elias: Gross, Brock.
Tate: We'll be waiting. Hurry up, Elias. I might have to fuck her again if you don't get here fast enough.
He turned to me and let me read the thread. I laughed and shook my head. Their friendship was amazing and it was nice to know jealousy wasn't an issue with us.
"Should we time him? I say he makes it in under two minutes," I joked.
"I'm not stupid enough to bet on that. A knock on the door less than a minute later had us both cracking up. Our time was over but I had a feeling our afternoon would be full of plenty more orgasms and time with my men.
I certainly wouldn't complain.
ChapterTwenty-Four
Macy
My hands were wrapped so tightly around Elias's that he gasped. I let go at the sound and threw him an apologetic look.
"They're amazing. You have to breathe," he reassured me.
"You faced Elias's parents like a badass and mine scare you?" Brock teased.
"That's different. I went in knowing I'd never win them over and gave no fucks. Yours are different. I need them to like me," I explained. It might not make sense to them, but it did to me. Brock's parents were like the parents of the group. Elias and Tate loved his parents, too.
If they hated me, well that wouldn't go over well.
And I doubted they would love to hear that their son was dating someone who was also dating his best friends. Most people weren't down for that level of taboo.
"This is where I grew up," Brock announced as he pulled up outside of a small farmhouse just out of town. We weren't exactly a big city but I wasn't expecting to see a field full of animals and a literal white picket fence out front.
"Stop, you have goats?" I gasped as I spotted the fuzzy creatures. Elias was already climbing out and holding out a hand for me and I let him help me before rushing to the fence. I slowed down just before I reached it, not wanting to spook them.
"Be careful, they will bite," Brock warned. He sounded nervous but I ignored him as I crouched down in front of the fence.
"Hi, babies," I cooed at them. The closest goat had white-and-brown fur and bright-yellow eyes. It let out a loud call and came over, several more coming from the house behind him.
