“Okay.”
“Does everything look all right?”
“It looks perfect, Alex, thank you,” I answer.
“Careful with that red sauce.” She winks.
I laugh. “From your lips to my unsteady hand.”
“Enjoy your dinner, and let me know if you need anything.”
“We will,” Grant says as Ryan and I dig into our delicious meals.
11
Grant
Licking her lower lip, Emma drags her eyes from my naked chest to Ryan’s. We got back from the restaurant about five minutes ago, and now we have plans to figure this shit out between the three of us—and then fuck Emma until there isn’t a doubt in her mind whom she belongs to.
“Shouldn’t we…you know…talk before we get naked?” she asks, struggling to keep her eyes above our waists.
“What is there to talk about?” I say, unbuttoning my dress pants. “I think we made it clear. We love you. You’re ours. We’re not letting you go. End of story.”
Her eyes snap to mine, and I smile. I knew that wouldn’t be enough for her. “That’s it? That’s all you have to say?”
Ryan reaches for her hand and pulls her toward him. “Emma, we have thought about this moment for years.”
“He’s right.” I grab the bottom of her dress and lift the silky material over her head. “You used to drive us crazy running around the back yard in your sports bra and shorts, kicking that damn soccer ball. I can’t tell you how many times we wanted to haul you off to the garage and bury ourselves in you.”
“I had no idea you felt that way.”
“Didn’t you have feelings for us? I swear I saw a lingering look from you from time to time.” Ryan asks, hooking his fingers in the sides of her panties. He slowly drags them down her legs, and she steps out of them.
Emma nods. “I did, but you two were my best friends, and I didn’t want to screw that up, so I pushed my feelings aside.”
I flick the clasp, and Emma’s bra falls to the ground. “No more pushing those feelings away, got it?”
She nods again. “I just wish you would’ve told me how you felt sooner. Look at all the time we wasted when we could’ve had this.”
Why does Ryan always end up in front of her? I want a front row seat to her titty show, too. I step around Emma. Her tits are perfect. Round and juicy with tight nipples begging for our mouths. Her bare mound is glistening, and I can’t wait to bury my face there.
I rub a hand down my face. “Shit. This is all you, Ryan. I can’t concentrate.”
Ryan laughs and claps my shoulder. His touch is strong and comforting. I like knowing that he always has my back.
“We knew that our feelings for you were much different than we’d ever experienced, and we knew how important your classes and soccer were to you. We didn’t want to interfere with that.”
Ryan squeezes my shoulder gently, and that’s when I realize I’ve been staring at him, and he’s still touching me. I clear my throat. “He’s right. We’ve never done this before,” I say, waving a hand between the three of us.
“Yes, you have. You two have shared multiple women. I’m not stupid.”
Ryan nods. “You’re right. We’ve shared women, but we’ve never been in a relationship with one.”
Her eyes widen. “Is that what you want, a relationship?”
We both nod.
“With me?”