I wonder who would play me?
I’m smiling over my thought, amused with myself, as I reach up to touch the shadow of scruff all over Cole’s jaw. But I stop. I don’t want to risk waking him up. It’s just that he’s always so exacting, with clean suit lines and a smooth face, that the unkept shave is alluring.
I slowly turn onto my back again, my knee lifting a bit as my legs squeeze together. Looks like my bladder has decided to join in on the conversation in my head. Lovely. Sheesh, how long was I sleeping?
Fuck, I really have to pee. I push up on my elbows to look over Reed’s back at the clock, but Cole decides, at that moment, to growl, “Mine,” as he shoves a hand between my thighs.
I’m frozen, eyes wide, breath held as I glance over at him.
He’s still sleeping. Even though his hand squeezes my thigh, kneading, moving up closer to my hoo-ha. And it’s making me panic. Because besides the fact that his arm is laying across my bladder, making me have to pee even worse…there is no way in hell I’m letting them wake up and see me like this.
I can only imagine what my hair looks like. And the last thing in my mouth was Reed’s dick, so I feel like mouthwash is necessary.
Cole mumbles something, making me panic-grin harder as he cups my pussy. His arm is so heavy, and I swear someone in the cosmos is laughing at me.
Why? I mouth to the ceiling, toward the Lord.
If I piss on this man’s hand, I will find a crime to witness so I can go into the protection program. New life. New name. That’s the only correct option.
“Gimme,” comes from the other side as I reach for Cole’s hand just as Reed’s warm palm covers my breast.
Come on.
I have to press my lips together because one sound and they’ll wake up. And if they open their eyes and realize I’m pussy-tit pinned, I’m getting fucked. Without question. And as appealing as it sounds, in my current state of looking like a “used-up hooker” slash being a future “golden shower giver,” I need out of this bed.
Cole grips my pussy, then releases. I hold my breath, trying not to laugh or moan, feeling the fullness in my tummy. In more ways than one.
Slowly, like trying-not-to-even-breathe slow, I try to slide Cole’s hand off of me, but he rubs the butt of his palm directly against my clit.
The smallest unstoppable moan escapes. For fuck’s sake. My stomach tenses along with the muscles inside of me. Because…PEE.
Fuck you, dumb vagina. I need you to think big picture right now.
I mentally will the pee back up to where it came from before I wrap my fingers around his wrist and lift. He’s all dead weight as I drag his fingertips back across my bare pussy, body giving a tiny shiver.
Instantly, my bladder stops pressuring me to immediately piss the bed. So I sigh in relief.
I move his hand the rest of the way before gently placing it on his own crotch.
It’s only fair. If I’m stuck in this situation, I might as well entertain myself. My head turns to Reed. He’s smiling in his sleep. Like a kid with a blankie—my boob being the blankie. Even asleep, he’s overtly charming.
I move his hand easily, leaving it beside me on the bed.
Okay, now how the hell am I getting out of this bed?
If I crawl over either of them, they wake up.
I’m going to have to slide. All the way down the middle of this bed and straight off.
I take a handful of the sheet I’m lying on, gripping my fingers around it as I start to scooch my ass inch by careful inch, like a caterpillar, right down the middle.
The blanket begins to cover my face, rubbing over my nose before I’m finally in the dark. Moving ever so slowly. I keep scooting down, heels digging into the bed, helping me move down by millimeters each time.
One of them grumbles something, making me freeze just as Cole rolls over on his side. And that’s when I realize how far I’ve made it down. Because I’m slapped with his dick.
Cole’s big, chubby half-mast cock is right in my face.
He presses closer, squeezing it against my cheek, the tip of it by my goddamn eye. I’m blinking like a hummingbird, trying to stay still. But he’s getting harder.
I’m about to get fucked in the eye.
I hear Reed make a sound, and my heart starts beating faster. Cole rubs himself against my face again, forcing my eye to close. I’ll need an eye patch after this because I’m pretty sure I’ll get pink eye from this shit. Looks like slutty pirate’s on deck for this year’s Halloween costume.
I don’t care if they wake up. I need to get off this bed and into the bathroom.
Cole moans, so I turn my head away, risking being poked in the ear as I continue to scoot. His dick drags up the back of my head as my lips get tickled by Reed’s hairy legs. I blow out tiny quick breaths, trying to keep the hair out of my mouth until my feet finally find the end of the bed.
About time. Jesus.
I wiggle until the weight of my body takes me off the side like a waterfall, dropping me down with a quiet thud.
My eyes search the ground as I wipe what is most likely precum from under my eye.
Jesus fucking Christ. Who would even believe this if I told it?
I know who…
I rise up, peeking over the end of the bed, my hands gripping the top of the mattress. Both men are still sleeping peacefully. So I lower back to all fours, crawling around to Reed’s side to grab my phone off the nightstand before I crawl faster all the way to the damn bathroom.
sixteen
“You’re a Ho Ho Ho.”
The moment the door shuts, I let out a quiet laugh in the dark as I reach up and twist the lock, letting my back rest against the wood. Safe.
My fingers fly over the keys, my face lit by my screen as I text my sister.
Me: You around? Helloooo. Where are you? Answer. It’s 6 p.m. I know you’re awake this time.
Bubbles immediately.
Elle: Did you get railed?
Me: I did…ish.
Elle: WTF does ish mean?
Me: It means I kind of did, and kind of didn’t.
Elle: Dummy, I know that. Details. Don’t make me drag it out of you. I’ve literally been thinking about your sex life all day. And usually, I feel sorry for you, so this has been a nice change. Now spill.
She will light me up when I tell her I fell asleep. I scoot my butt away from the door with no help from my hands as I text back.
Me: Well, it was dirty. And amazing. And everything I’d hoped for…but…
I use a hand to help me stand before I make my way inside the dark room to the toilet.
Elle: But? But what? What did you do? You better not have ruined this for us.
Is she kidding?
Me: For us?
Elle: Yeah, I’m throwing my name in the ring when you’re done. And don’t say ewww because you had four dicks in you today.
I’m laughing quietly as I close the toilet room door. I lean down after flicking on the light as I try to text while unraveling a wad of toilet paper. But I leave it dangling in my hand before shoving it under my chin to hold it so I can type faster.
Me: Actually, zero dicks. That’s the but.
Elle: What? You had zero dicks in the butt?
Me: Yes, I mean no. That’s not what I meant…dammit. I didn’t have any dicks anywhere. Except for my mouth. And my eye, if you count just now when I snuck out of bed.
Elle: Rollback. Someone FUCKED YOUR EYE? What is happening over there?