get you."
"Benji, don't!" The girl was trying to push between them, and her timing couldn't have been more perfect.
He felt Carrie's hand on his back, trembling, and saw Benjamin take the momentary distraction as a way to back out. "Since she's here, I'm not going to take you up on that, Brenner. But tomorrow during the competition, watch your ass. I won't be so nice." Benji gave him a bitter smile, grabbed his girlfriend, and with a weaving gait wandered away into the crowd.
John took a deep breath and let the tension ease out of him before he turned to look at Garrett. His eyes were nearly black, his mouth set in a grim line.
"Let's move on," Garrett said quietly.
Nodding, John turned from the table. It may have been Garrett's call, but he was thinking the same thing. The slight amount of resentment that rose up in him tempered. Easily. Because Garrett not only nodded to him in acknowledgement that they needed to worry about Carrie first, but for a moment, he put his hand on John's shoulder and John felt the almost imperceptible shift of Garrett pushing Carrie between them. A physical reminder in the middle of everything that was Garrett's way of saying, hey, no one knows but us, but she's yours too. At least that's how John chose to take it.
He grabbed her hand, and to hell with the consequences, pulled her behind him, checking to see that she had Garrett's hand locked in her other one, and he was bringing up the rear.
Yeah, he could do this.
He pulled her along through the heavy crowd, smiling and shaking hands here and there when he encountered a familiar face. When there was a break, he let go of the hold he had on her hand behind his back, feeling conscious of how visible they were now that there wasn't a crowd surrounding them. It wouldn't be odd to help your best friend's wife through the crowd, but someone might think twice if he kept hanging onto her when her husband was standing there with him.
"What do you want to do?" he yelled over the noise to Garrett.
He got a shrug in answer. His own selfish reasons sprang up as he thought what he'd really like to do is go back to the cabin, back to the quiet, and take Carrie back to bed. It was the male pig in him talking, he'd already taken enough today. To ask for more would be unreasonable, greedy. Likely, she was sore and tired from having to keep the both of them satisfied.
He broke out of his thoughts to see her staring up at him, leaning back into Garrett. Garrett's muscled forearm rested across her chest just above her breasts, and he leaned his head on her shoulder. Wouldn't you just know he was staring at him too.
"What?"
Garrett stood to full height, talking over the top of Carrie's head. "Really want to be here?"
He shook his head, catching sight of her satisfied smile, the way she melted back into Garrett when he answered. At least he wasn't the only one obsessing on the amazing connection going on between them.
He watched Garrett lean closer into her, whispering in her ear. She gave a slight head shake, then her smile deepened.
"Let's get the hell out of here. We've done our duty and made our appearance. These guys will never know we left. They're all getting wasted anyway." Garrett leaned close so he wasn't shouting. "Right?"
He nodded, words being the last thing filling his head. Turning toward the exit, feeling Carrie fall in close behind him again, he let thoughts of the rest of the night finally sink in.
Getting warm and comfortable next to Carrie was the only thing he wanted right now, likely would be the only thing he'd be wanting for a good, long time. Even without sex, the idea of curling up next to her for the next two nights took him over. A white burst of anxiety broke in when he wondered what the hell he would do when they went home, and he went back to his own empty bed, but he didn't dwell on the thought. Not when the entire weekend stretched before him.
The three of them spending every waking minute together, sharing the same bed, Carrie
"Benji, don't!" The girl was trying to push between them, and her timing couldn't have been more perfect.
He felt Carrie's hand on his back, trembling, and saw Benjamin take the momentary distraction as a way to back out. "Since she's here, I'm not going to take you up on that, Brenner. But tomorrow during the competition, watch your ass. I won't be so nice." Benji gave him a bitter smile, grabbed his girlfriend, and with a weaving gait wandered away into the crowd.
John took a deep breath and let the tension ease out of him before he turned to look at Garrett. His eyes were nearly black, his mouth set in a grim line.
"Let's move on," Garrett said quietly.
Nodding, John turned from the table. It may have been Garrett's call, but he was thinking the same thing. The slight amount of resentment that rose up in him tempered. Easily. Because Garrett not only nodded to him in acknowledgement that they needed to worry about Carrie first, but for a moment, he put his hand on John's shoulder and John felt the almost imperceptible shift of Garrett pushing Carrie between them. A physical reminder in the middle of everything that was Garrett's way of saying, hey, no one knows but us, but she's yours too. At least that's how John chose to take it.
He grabbed her hand, and to hell with the consequences, pulled her behind him, checking to see that she had Garrett's hand locked in her other one, and he was bringing up the rear.
Yeah, he could do this.
He pulled her along through the heavy crowd, smiling and shaking hands here and there when he encountered a familiar face. When there was a break, he let go of the hold he had on her hand behind his back, feeling conscious of how visible they were now that there wasn't a crowd surrounding them. It wouldn't be odd to help your best friend's wife through the crowd, but someone might think twice if he kept hanging onto her when her husband was standing there with him.
"What do you want to do?" he yelled over the noise to Garrett.
He got a shrug in answer. His own selfish reasons sprang up as he thought what he'd really like to do is go back to the cabin, back to the quiet, and take Carrie back to bed. It was the male pig in him talking, he'd already taken enough today. To ask for more would be unreasonable, greedy. Likely, she was sore and tired from having to keep the both of them satisfied.
He broke out of his thoughts to see her staring up at him, leaning back into Garrett. Garrett's muscled forearm rested across her chest just above her breasts, and he leaned his head on her shoulder. Wouldn't you just know he was staring at him too.
"What?"
Garrett stood to full height, talking over the top of Carrie's head. "Really want to be here?"
He shook his head, catching sight of her satisfied smile, the way she melted back into Garrett when he answered. At least he wasn't the only one obsessing on the amazing connection going on between them.
He watched Garrett lean closer into her, whispering in her ear. She gave a slight head shake, then her smile deepened.
"Let's get the hell out of here. We've done our duty and made our appearance. These guys will never know we left. They're all getting wasted anyway." Garrett leaned close so he wasn't shouting. "Right?"
He nodded, words being the last thing filling his head. Turning toward the exit, feeling Carrie fall in close behind him again, he let thoughts of the rest of the night finally sink in.
Getting warm and comfortable next to Carrie was the only thing he wanted right now, likely would be the only thing he'd be wanting for a good, long time. Even without sex, the idea of curling up next to her for the next two nights took him over. A white burst of anxiety broke in when he wondered what the hell he would do when they went home, and he went back to his own empty bed, but he didn't dwell on the thought. Not when the entire weekend stretched before him.
The three of them spending every waking minute together, sharing the same bed, Carrie
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