Dave’s eyes snapped open. “What’s wrong Todd?”
“What is it?” I furrowed my brow.
“Cramp in my leg … ouch.” He got up and hobbled over to the bed. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, he tried to straighten his leg and massage the kink out.
“Yeah, that’s better,” he said as he got the initial knot out and stretched it in front of him. “Damn that hurt for a second.” He ran a hand through his tousled hair. “God, that sex was hot!”
Dave studied him for a moment, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Yeah, I guess we all might be getting cramps here and there as we try new angles.”
“I’ve got plenty of positions in mind…” Todd said, licking his lips and giving me a sexy gaze.
I let out a laugh, and suddenly a snort escaped my nose. “Oh geez, how embarrassing,” I muttered. I was snorting, Todd was having cramps, and Dave was very serious and grave. And there we were, stark naked, all covered in sweat, sperm, and pussy juice.
The two men looked at me quizzically. I started giggling and their faces relaxed.
Then we all dissolved into a fit of laughter.
12
Dave walked into the living room holding his toothbrush, his mouth full of bubbles from brushing. “It’s time for the news. I want to know what is happening with the protestors.”
I frowned, looking at his mouth. “I hope you turn off the tap while you are brushing your teeth.”
Dave grinned and snapped his foam-covered teeth at me. “I did.”
“Good. Turning off the faucet while you brush and just using it to rinse is one of the University’s Small Footprint Pledges. I read on their site that you can save close to 3,000 gallons of water a year doing that.”
Dave grinned at me and waved his hand dismissively. He walked back into the bathroom as I turned the TV on and clicked the remote to Channel KKA. After reporting on some of the local happenings, the newscaster shared that reporter Marcy Haynes had a live report on the werewolf demonstration.
The screen switched to Marcy. She was standing in front of the Orange Tap Bar in Frederick, discussing the protests. Suddenly, she stopped talking as she listened intently to something in her earpiece. With a stunned look on her face, she shared what she had heard. “We’ve just gotten word that Shelby Smith and Lisa Drews, the two suspected shifters, along with an unidentified woman, were seen being shoved into the back of a white van about one half mile from here. The two women both live in Frederick, Maryland. Ms. Smith has her own business and Ms. Drews is a student at the local community college. We have no word on the other woman.”
“Oh my God!” I slapped my hand over my mouth. “Dave, did you hear this?” I cried out, pointing at the TV. This is horrifying! The WHO group—the Werewolf Haters Organization—have Shelby and Lisa. They were seen being shoved into a white van.”
“Whoa,” Dave said, coming out of the bathroom. “How do you know it was the WHO gang?”
“Who else could it be?”
I felt sick with worry wondering what was going to happen to them. Ugh, it was hard to go from the high of being with Todd and Dave to the low of hearing my friends had possibly been kidnapped.
I thought about the evening. What had started as a normal discussion among the three of us had turned into hot, steamy sex. Just thinking about it made me so wet and turned on. It had been tough saying goodnight to Todd. I think we were all ready for more, but Todd and I both had classes in the morning so we decided we’d best call it a night, and he had reluctantly left.
Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined I would be with two men and enjoy them both equally. Yet, after we got over the initial awkwardness, it felt so good, and so right. I could only hope that we would do it again—and soon.
But, I didn’t have time to daydream about the men’s warm hands, lips, or cocks. Shelby and Lisa were gone, and I had to make sure Margaret Redson, our liaison, knew.
It was late, but we had been told to call when we had concerns, no matter what time it was. I ignored the late hour and called Margaret, but once again, she did not pick up and my call went to voicemail.
“Damn! She is not picking up again. Dave, we have to go look for them!”
Dave shook his head. “I don’t know Bev. They may have just been getting in a van with friends. We have no idea what happened to them. Did you try calling Lisa or Shelby?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“It’s worth a try,” Dave said. He picked up the phone, put it on speaker and called Lisa. I was shocked when she answered right away, but noticed her voice sounded shaky. “Lisa, Dave here. I have you on speakerphone. I’m here with Bev. Are you ok?”
“Yeah, and Shelby is with me. We are safe. Oh God guys, it was horrible!”
“What happened?” I asked, gripping the arms of the chair.
“Well, Margaret Redson…”