Page 46 of Strays
Soon enough, they’re not watching the show anymore. It starts with soft kisses, but quickly turns into full-on making out. One of his arms is around herwaist; the other tangles in her hair, holding her firmly against him.
Her scent shifts, sharper now, with that merciless spice note. I notice Jay’s hand moving, trailing slow down her back, but he stops just before her ass, fingers twitching, uncertain.
When I glance at Shane on the other side, he’s watching them with raw hunger in his eyes, like a dog left out in the cold.
Yeah, I feel the same. I want to be there with her too. But we can’t overwhelm her, so I force myself to stay still. Shane doesn’t move either.
It feels like forever, but then, finally, she pulls back from Jay’s face and looks at us on the floor. Her cheeks are flushed deep pink, and she gives us a shy, embarrassed smile.
Shane reaches for her hand, and she takes it without hesitation, sliding off Jay and into Shane’s lap on the floor. He kisses her immediately, and she melts into him. Shane’s a little bolder than Jay, his hands tracing down her back, sliding all the way to the curve of her ass. She shifts, wrapping her legs around him, and he takes a firm hold, both hands full.
I can’t hold back anymore. I move closer until I’m right there beside them.
When her lips part from Shane’s and she looks at me, I lean in and kiss her. It’s bliss. Just like the first time, right before I bit her. Her scent floods my senses as her tongue probes mine, sending a jolt of pleasure through my whole body.
Shane’s mouth is now trailing down her neck, but I need more; I need to feel her fully. So I slide my arms between them, wrap around her waist, and pull her into my lap. She hugs me with arms and legs, and I kiss her harder, pressing her into me. I can feel every part of her: her fingers in my hair, her arms around my neck, the curve of her breasts beneath her clothes, her ass moving lightly against my lap, directly over my cock.
It’s so good it’s mind-blowing, but it’s definitely not enough.
My hands travel over her body, starting at her neck. When my fingers brush the wound from my bite, my abdomen tightens, and I feel my cock leaking. I press my palms into her back, then lower, until I’m cupping her ass.
I can’t help it; my hips shift, pressing her down harder against me.
But then, she pulls back.
She’s breathless. I’m panting. The thought of stopping makes my cock ache, but I stay still.
When she looks at me, her expression is serious, almost scared. “I’m sorry,” she says, glancing away. “I can’t. I’m not ready for this yet.”
“It’s okay,” I blurt. “It’s okay, Jo.”
It’s not. I want her so badly, right here and right now, but I bite it down. She has to be ready first.
She looks at me again, then at Shane and Jay. Her expression is still tense, her teeth tugging at her lower lip. “It’s not that I don’t want to. I really do. But I just… I’ve never… with more than one person, I…”
“Jo, it’s really okay,” Jay says from the couch. He leans in and kisses her forehead. “We have all the time in the world. We’ll do this on your time.”
She stands. “It’s late. I think I want to go to bed now.”
We lay out our sleeping bags on the floor around her bed, Shane and I on either side, and Jay at the foot.
“I’m sorry, Jo,” I say after we lie down. “If anything I did was too much for you. I didn’t mean to.”
It takes a while for her to respond. “It’s not you, it’s me. I mean, I know we’re bonded and I shouldn’t feel this way, but... I need a little time to get used to everything.”
Shane’s voice comes softly from the other side of the bed. “You have all the time you need. We won’t pressure you.”
She sighs. “I know.”
We fall silent, long enough that I think she’s already asleep, until her voice breaks the stillness. “What’s your favorite food?”
“Mine and Shane’s is Brazilian food,” I say. “Jay’s favorite food is... all food.”
Jay chuckles. “Food is good. Doesn’t matter what kind.”
She laughs quietly too. “Mine is baked ziti.”
“I like baked ziti,” Jay answers.
