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Grant nods slowly. “So, Miss Wilson, what do you say? Is that label good enough for you?”
Is itgood enoughfor me? I wanted to be their girlfriend and they just upped the ante. Maybe this is just a joke. A title they expected to rattle me up. If so, I’m ok with that. Because they may be looking to unnerve me, but they’re also, in a roundabout way, agreeing to a relationship. They can call me whatever they want, as long as I get whatIwant in the end. A smile stretches across my face as relief makes my knees weak. Without warning, I throw my arms around Grant’s neck and kiss him, taking charge of the moment. He doesn’t hesitate to kiss me back. His tongue steals away into my mouth and tangles with mine. The moan that escapes him is desperate sounding and spurs the desire swimming through my veins.
Somehow, Grant spins us around. I’m breathless as I pull away to find his back against the lockers where I had been seconds ago. He grins at me. A familiar hunger stares back at me.
“What do you want right now?” he asks.
Without hesitating, I reply, “To be your doll. Use me.”
Touch me, remind me how good it feels to be with the three of you.
He grins. “You heard her. Let’s show our doll how much she’s been missed.”
His hands grip my waist and turn me around to face the others. Jason immediately steps forward and takes my mouth with his. My hands come up to frame his face. Jason’s slide down me, following the curve of my sides until stilling on my hips, just above Grant’s. He pulls away from my lips only to whisper against them.
“I’ve missed you.”
Before I can respond, Jason drops to his knees and lifts up my skirt. At his gasp, I smile. Trip sees it as he steps forward.
“Something funny, dollface?” He grabs my chin and tilts my head upward to face him.
“She knew she would get what she wanted. She’s not wearing any panties,” Jason moans, clearly pleased with the sight before him as his head dives between my legs. His tongue dives between my folds and immediately gets to work.
Trip leans forward and kisses me, sufficiently cutting off my cry of delight. Grant chuckles. With my back pressed against him, I feel how his body shakes. His hands grip my hips tighter, his dick pressing against my ass as one of his friends eats me out and the other kisses me. I groan, loving being sandwiched between them. Trips hands slide up my sweatshirt and push up my bra just enough so that when he bends down, he can take one nipple into his mouth while his hand plays with the other. Grant’s lips plant kisses down my neck.
While I’m distracted, Jason grabs one of my legs and guides it over his shoulder. At this angle, his tongue can dive deep in my pussy. His fingers join in, and in seconds I’m squirming, ready for the impending orgasm building inside of me.
Somewhere in the locker room, laughter erupts again. Lockers slam shut, and showers turn on and off. Someone complains about the lack of hot water, and someone rails on him for being a baby. All of that isn’t lost on me as my body is toyed with.
As my orgasm nears, I grind against Jason’s face, desperate to get there faster. When it arrives, Trip swallows my shriek. My world explodes into colors as I cum hard. Jason adds another finger, working hard with his tongue, and to my surprise, just as the first orgasm ends, a second one crests.
If it wasn’t for Trip and Grant, I would have toppled over.
When that orgasm finally subsides, Jason pulls away and lowers my skirt back into place. Trip readjusts my bra and straightens my sweatshirt. Both of them step closer, until their bodies press against mine, pushing me harder into Grant.
“What a great snack,” Jason teases.
“I want to sample the rest of the meal,” Grant whispers into my ear.
I grin.
“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go find somewhere quiet.”
Epilogue
“So, when are you throwing a party to christen your new place?” Jonathan asks by the break room door, waiting for me to grab my jacket and purse so we can walk out together.
I tsk. “When do Ieverthrow parties?”
“Exactly. It’s time to throw one.” He rolls his eyes. “It gives me and Brenda an excuse to get out of the house, and it forces you to break free from your routine. Just let me know a date so I can get a babysitter.”
Chuckling, I walk over to him. “Don’t hold your breath.”
His groan of despair follows me as I leave the break room with him on my heels.
“It’s about time you moved into a new place. You’ve been staying at the hotel for like two weeks now. That must’ve been expensive.” Jonathan scoffs. “Did they ever find out who broke into your last one?”
Inwardly, I grimace. “No, the cops never found the person who did it.”
