Both men turned to look at me, their blue eyes almost feral in the low lights of the parking lot.
“A couple scratches?” Brent raged. “That’s enough reason to kill this fucker.”
“Fuck YEAH,” was all Jason managed before grinding his heel down on Jock’s hand.
“No stop!” I shrieked, really serious this time. “Come on, I’m fine!” I panted, pulling at one big man’s arm, then the other. “Come on, let’s go!”
And my soft touch on their bodies brought them back to their senses, unlocking them from the all-consuming rage that burned through their massive bodies.
Brent shook his head, as if snapping out of dream.
“Let’s go,” he grunted to Jason. “This loser’s had enough.”
Jason looked like he wanted to land another good one on Jock’s face, shoulder, wherever, but he stepped back as well, breathing hard. But he wasn’t above a parting shot.
“You ever touch Katy again,” he rasped, his voice a hissing steam pipe, “and you’ll see just how nasty we can be motherfucker.” And with that, he delivered a final blow to Jock’s stomach, leaving the football player groaning, clutching his midsection, crying like a baby in the parking lot.
Holy shit, this had gotten out of control. You can go to jail for what Jason and Brent did, and right now, it was important to get out of here before the police came. Hopefully the lunkhead wouldn’t be stupid enough to tell them who had done it, he’d keep his trap shut like a good little girl. So I ran to the car, my lovers trailing me, and clambered in, panting, breathless.
“You okay?” ground out Brent, staring at me through the darkness, his hand still on the ignition, making sure I was alright.
Jason was just as concerned.
“Because I’ll kill that fucker if he touched you,” he ground out, eyes seizing mine under the fluorescent lighting of a nearby billboard.
And I took a deep breath then, still shaking, still rattled, but my mind had cleared, and I was suddenly sure.
“Take me home,” I said. “Brent, Jason, take me home because I want to be with you now.”
And it was true. There was no more need for waiting periods, I no longer had any doubts about what my life could be or should be. There was only what is. And it was time to serve my men, show them how much I cared, how much I adored my lovers both. So I looked at them again, hiding nothing, my eyes wide pools of truth.
“Take me home and let me love you,” I murmured this time, a hand on each of their thighs. Because my future was unfolding with Jason and Brent on each side … and it was time to get down to business.
CHAPTER TEN
Brent
Katy’s changed, that nightmare of an encounter with Jock McMahon made the girl snap to her senses, realize how lucky we were to have each other. Because at first, Jason and I weren’t sure what was going on. We’d overheard her on the phone making plans to see a movie with some dude, and were incredulous.
“What the fuck?” I ground out. “Who is this asshole?”
Jason just shook his head with disbelief.
“I never knew a forty-eight hour waiting period meant dating other people,” he growled. “Fuck me.”
We continued to look at each other, stunned, until Katy stepped into the living room, immediately alert to the tension in the air.
“What, what is it?” she asked, her gaze on Jason, then me. “What’s wrong?”
But Jase and I move fast and immediately wiped our expressions clean.
“Nothing,” I tossed at casually. “Why?”
And the boy was just as smooth.
“Heading out, see ya,” he grunted, grabbing his gym bag.
Katy was silent for a second, still suspecting something, but sighed and let it go, picking up her purse.
“I’m gonna go see a movie with June,” she said. “I’ll be back, mmm, probably at ten. See you then?” she asked with a sweet smile.
And I forced myself to nod neutrally, the fakeness making my chest hurt, but it was important to act normal.
“Sure thing,” I drawled. “Don’t get up to no good.”
And Katy smiled sweetly at me again before tripping down the trailer steps.
“Don’t worry, I won’t,” she called once she was outside. “Besides, it’s just June!” she added with a smile before walking to the park entrance where presumably “June” would pick her up.
And once she was out of sight, Jason and I gawked at each other again.
“What the fuck,” was all he could manage.
“What the fuck is right,” I ground out between gritted teeth. “Our girl is going on a date with another dude? To see Insidious 2?” I asked. “Who is this fuckwad? And what kind of name is Jock, anyways?”
Jason snorted.
“Dude is a motherfucker of the worst sort. Ten feet tall, pumped up on steroids, he’s dealing that shit to other guys too. It’s bad, I see him working out in the gym and he’s got veins popping out of his forehead, he’s on so much juice.”