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We quickly finished eating, and then Ms. Jackson watched another episode ofSupernaturalwhile the rest of us debated paint colors and other décor decisions for Pia’s new room.
After that I lent Pia my Butterfly Yo-Yo and showed her how to do a basic throw, then the Sleeper and Around the World. Rory and Shane watched but didn’t seem interested in trying it out. I’d wear them down.
Before bedtime we let Pia watch one episode ofWe Are, her favorite Thai BL show. Ms. Jackson made grumbling noises but agreed to pause Sam, Dean, and Castiel to allow Pia to use the big screen.
“Do we need to get Ms. Jackson their own iPad?” I whispered to Rory and Shane as we cleaned up the kitchen.
Rory nodded. “Let’s do it. We owe them way more than that anyway.”
“Um, then the iPad would be the only thing Ms. Jackson owns. They don’t have anything else, except maybe that tiara Pia put on their head.” Shane gestured at the living room. “What else do they need?”
We stared blankly at each other.
Bedtime was a comedy of errors. Pia didn’t have any nightclothes of her own, and it turned out Dimi had liked to sleep in, um, lacy garments that none of us wanted to show Pia. We finally got her set with one of Rory’s t-shirts and a pair of basketball shorts with the waist rolled up. Then we discovered she didn’t have a toothbrush. The dryads had given her one, but she’d left it behind. Luckily Shane had spares.
At long last, way after a thirteen-year-old should be going to bed, we all exchanged cheek kisses with Pia and said goodnight. We left her door cracked open so she didn’t feel locked in, but I know all of us were worrying about sound carrying down the hallway.
Ms. Jackson elected to sleep outside on the hammock. I was a little envious—I hadn’t been able to hang out in the hammock by myself yet, and given that Rory and Shane were still on a fifteen-foot leash around me, it’d be a while.
I was the last one into the bedroom, and as soon as I shut—and locked—the door, Shane and Rory crowded me, moving me over to back against the wall. Shane leaned on his forearm next to my head. I could feel his breath on my face. “Ellis.” He dragged a finger from my earlobe to the collar of my shirt.
“Y-yes?”
Rory pulled my shirttails out of my shorts. “You were being very naughty in the car earlier.”
Oops. “I don’t know what you mean. I didn’t do anything.” Hah.
“Shh. We have to be quiet.” Shane pulled my shirt to the side and licked my collarbone before kissing his way up my neck.
I couldn’t help but tilt my head to the side, but I did stifle my moan.
Rory worked on my buttons. “You were sitting in the car, looking all calm and collected in your preppy clothes. But you were thinking some dirty thoughts, Ellis. Shane and I could tell. We could feel them.”
Shane helped Rory peel my shirt off.
I panted and licked my lips. “Um, I’m sorry?”
Shane chuckled into my ear. His hot breath made every nerve ending send a message to my dick. “Don’t be sorry. We weren’t. Just tell us what you were thinking about.”
“You, uh, didn’t get that through the bond?”
“Nope.” He bent down and sucked my nipple. I went up on my toes, but I managed not to squeal.
Rory put a hand behind my head to prevent me from knocking it against the wall. “Careful. If you wake Pia, you’ll have to be the one to explain the noises to her.”
I hissed as Shane gently took my nipple between his teeth.
Rory used his free hand to open the button on my shorts. “Now tell us what had you all hot and bothered, Ellis.”
Shane opened his mouth and blew, and I almost cried out as the cool air hit my dampened nub. Then he fucking went down on his knees. Holy shit. He looked up at me as he took over opening up my shorts. “Tell us.” I wasn’t sure I had the brain cells to talk right then. The arousal reverberating through our bond was almost enough to get me off all by itself.
Rory ran his palm over my other nipple. “El-lis. What were you thinking?”
“Um. Something about us visiting a sex toy store. Together. Um. I can’t remember why.” I panted as Shane pulled my shorts and boxers down to my knees. My dick was rock-hard. “But I thought it would be hot if we walked down the aisles discussing all the options. In public. Where other people could hear us.”
“Ooooh.” Shane’s breath was hot against my dick as he spoke. “Ellis has a little exhibitionist streak.” He ran one hand up the inside of my thigh. I spread my legs apart as far as my shorts around my knees would allow, and he rewarded me by rolling my balls in his palm.
Fuck. “Shane.” I could feel he and Rory were almost as close as I was. The sound of our breath and moans filled the room.
