Page 19 of Brandishing Beginnings

I huffed out a laugh and slowly sat up. I could already feel his cum leaking out of me. The bathroom would need to be my first stop inside the restaurant. Balking at the thought of pulling up my thong through the mess that Jason left behind, I pulled off my jeans and thong entirely and used the scrap of fabric to clean myself up the best I could. I dropped the thong to the seat of the truck, I’d have to grab it when they took me home, but I couldn’t wear it any longer. Wincing when I was put back together, I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair.

“Ready?” Jason asked.

I looked over to see him sitting there, calmly watching me. I shrugged a shoulder. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

He gave me a winning smile that lit up his gray eyes, making him utterly breathtaking.

I was so figuratively and literallyfucked.

The restaurant was busy with families of students having one last meal before they hit the road home for the summer. Beelining for the bathroom, I waved at several friends in the crowd before I ducked out of sight.

In the bathroom, I hit a stall and used the facilities before I mopped things up more than I’d been able to in the truck. The short walk into the restaurant had already soaked the inseam of my jean shorts—nothing that’d be noticeable from the back but sitting with the seam pulled taunt against my own seam, was going to be the most uncomfortable hour of my life. I prayed that lunch would be fast and that I could go back to my dorm to change.

When I finished in the bathroom, I washed my hands and headed back out to the bustling barroom. I was stopped a grand total of five times, before I made it to the table where Kara sat with her brother and his friends. I could feel their eyes on me as I moved around the room, but I was sad to see friends go for the summer, or forever. I had several friends that had graduated already, and who knew when or if I’d see them again.

By the time I made it to the table, there was already a vodka sprite sitting at the open spot of the table, nestled between Nico and Marcos. My smile was wide as I took my seat and reached for my drink.

“I ordered for you already. Your usual.” Kara smirked at me.

I blushed. “Thanks.”

“No worries,” Kara replied.

A hand came down on my bare thigh, making me jump. Looking down, I saw it belonged Nico, his devious grin was panty-melting and set my core on fire all over again. I’d never been so horny immediately after fucking before. These three men would be the death of me, and they weren’t even mine.

Just get through lunch, then you can go home and change.

Nico left his hand on my thigh throughout lunch, not moving it besides the gentle caressing of his fingers. It was distracting. I tried to keep up with the conversation between Kara and Marcos, who were laughing and carefree as they spoke of their summer plans. Kara’s relationship with her brother was usually a little more tense, but it was great to see them both in good moods and joking with each other.

Jason kept shooting me sexy smirks that drove me wild, paired with a wink every time I shifted in my chair.

Our food came and as everyone started digging in, Marcos turned to me. “Maya, what are your plans for the summer?”

I shrugged and sipped my drink, grateful for the distraction. “I’m staying here for the summer semester, work as many clinical hours I can get, along with class. It should put me on track to graduate on time next year.”

“Would you not be on time?” Nico asked.

“The nursing program is just so grueling, it’s not uncommon for most nursing students to take another semester to finish. I’m hoping by cramming this summer, I won’t have to do that.”

“What kind of nurse do you plan on being?” Jason asked.

“Either trauma or critical care.”

“Where would those put you?” Marcos asked.

“Trauma would be ER, and critical is ICU.”

“What are you leaning toward?” Nico asked.

“Most likely critical. The ER is rough and lot of gunshot wounds, especially in Mourningside…” I trailed off, not wanting to go deeper into it. I had a crazy amount of respect for ER nurses, but they were a different breed. Critical care would offer a little more stability especially when it came to scheduling.

“Aren’t you planning to do travel nursing?” Kara asked.

I nodded. “Yep. I’ll probably do a year or two locally, then sign on with an agency. Travel nurses pay so much better, and you can pick your contracts, and travel and see the country.”

“Sounds like a beautiful plan, Little Dreamer,” Nico said softly, his eyes almost sad.

A blush spread across my face at the nickname. It was insanely sweet, and I didn’t know how to respond to him. A lull fell over the table as we ate our food. I savored my burger and fries, knowing it probably would be a couple months before I would be back at the bar/restaurant. All too soon we were filing back into the truck andheading back to the dorms to drop me off. “Thanks for lunch,” I said when Marcos pulled up near the door.

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