Shit. I’m really doing this.
I sit between Eli and Greer, vibrating with this raw hunger for them I’ve never felt before, while Greer drives. I can’t believe the chance I’m taking. Margo’s confession has left me vulnerable, sure, but with these two men, I feel alive for the first time since I turned sixteen and realized I had to be true to myself.
The last year or so, I’ve just been wandering through life, feeling like something is missing but not knowing what. The moment they walked through JR’s doors, I experienced a buzzing in the air like there was more to them than met the eye. I have been so discombobulated from Eli’s initial smirk and Greer’s first growled words that it feels like if they don’t possess me in every way possible, I might not breathe again.
My leg keeps bouncing in eagerness as Greer slows the truck down at the gate to a nice little two-story brick home. Potted flowers line the front porch. The grass is immaculately manicured. A beautiful beveled glass exterior light blazes brightly in welcome.
An overwhelming sense of hearth and home embrace me with open arms, and I finally relax enough to offer them a slight smile as the truck is shut off.
We sit in silence for a bit, so I try to take it all in. Feelings run through my body, my pulse pounds in my ears like a staccato. In a moment of reality, a quiver of fear runs up my spine as they each open their doors.
What are you doing, Jet?
Fear, lust, need… All emotions that are hammering at me at once; their impact nearly overwhelming. When I look through the front windshield, they stand together like two sentries ready to whisk me away. Wanting me to give them my entire being and needing to give me theirs in return.
Am I ready for that? To give myself over to two men so completely that I know they would demand everything I am. I guess I’m about to find out. For all I know, they just want to fuck me and be done. Except I don’t get that vibe from them. The way they make me feel is too real, too heavy.
While I sit there contemplating and spacing out over whether I am going to try this with them, they go unlock the front door, grab cold beers, and lean against the porch waiting for my indecisive ass to choose if I am going to grab life by the balls or be a chicken shit and run.
Do or die time, Jet. Get your shit together, girl.
Crawling from the truck, I take a brief moment to gather my resolve and draw in a few deep breaths before striding towards their taught figures. In the dark, I see their features, but their tension is palpable as they wait for me to make a decision. So much so, it nearly suffocates me with insecurity.
“Hi,” I whisper, feeling shyer than when my parents made me attend a debutante ball at fifteen. I remember dressing in the beautiful white lace and wearing the goopy makeup on my face, having my wild black hair cut, pulled, and pinned in places it had no business being pinned. I’d lasted barely an hour before faking a migraine and Sally took me home.
This, however? Giving myself to two men that I’m so attracted to…it is nearly all I can think about. So much more nerve-racking and better in every single way.
Greer has an intense expression holding his features hostage. I can’t tell if it’s anticipation or disappointment. I sure hope it is the latter.
Eli quietly sidles up behind me, wrapping one arm around my waist while his other brings his beer to my lips for a small sip. The bubbly, cold Kokanee slides down my parched throat with ease. Nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck, I purr in satisfaction as he begins peppering light kisses along my collar.
I watch Greer as Eli lavishes me with attention. His eyes are feral with need. It is easy to see why they enjoy sharing a woman. Not only would their double assault enhance my pleasure but watching them get off on their voyeuristic tendencies has my panties dampening at a rapid pace.
“Do you know…” I hear Greer’s whispered words but am barely able to concentrate on them while Eli continues to work me up into a frenzy. “…as soon as I walked in your shop yesterday, I realized you were going to be a game changer.” His husky voice holds me captive. “As soon as you sassed me, I accepted that I was done for.” There is an undeniable promise in his voice, and it’s nearly my undoing as he walks closer just as Eli pulls away from me so that Greer has my full attention. “After tonight, Jet…after you give yourself to us, there’s no turning back. You’re ours.” I watch in eager fascination as he brings his bottle to his lips, taking a swig. My eyes follow the line of his throat as he swallows, wishing somehow it was me. “And Jet…” I look into his intense gaze as he informs me, “That means we’re yours, too.”