I haven’t seen the plans for his house yet, but Emma said they’re amazing. I’ve only seen the framework and bits and pieces that have been done from afar because I’ve never really wandered over there to check it out. Probably should do that sometime soon; especially now, given the circumstances I find myself in.
They’d convinced me. Actually, they really hadn’t given me a choice, but whatever. I’d agreed to give it a chance, so here I am, Allison Anne McCormick, in bed between my two…boyfriends? Lovers? What the hell do I call them?
They’d dragged me off to bed, laid me between them, and both proceeded to kiss me senseless, their hands roaming my body and making me writhe with want, but neither of them allowing their hands to touch anywhere near the parts of me aching so bad for it. I’d finally smacked them both away from me and curled up, refusing to talk to them or even touch them anymore. Then they’d both laughed and cuddled up to me, Brandon holding me against his chest while Jackson spooned me from behind. I have to admit that it was pretty nice…
I laid there for a minute, smiling at both of them snoring softly. In the night we must have moved around a bit, because Brandon was now flat on his back, my head pillowed on his chest. Jackson was still at my back but he’d turned the opposite way, his back pressed to mine. I realized I wouldn’t be going back to sleep, and other matters were becoming more urgent the longer I laid there, so I carefully maneuvered my way out from between the two of them.
I stood at the foot of the bed, feeling quite accomplished at having gotten out of the bed without waking them when Jackson rolled over. I waited for him to look at me, but realized that he was still asleep when he reached out his arm, apparently searching for me. When his hand hit Brandon, he shifted closer and threw his arm around his waist, holding him close and sighing in contentment.
O.M.G. I had to clap my hand on my mouth to keep from laughing out loud. I didn’t want to wake them up before I managed to get to my phone and get a picture of this. It was too good to pass up! I tiptoed out of the room, carefully opening and closing the door behind me, made a pit stop in the bathroom, and then headed out to the living room to grab my phone from the coffee table where I’d left it. I turned to head back in there when I heard a voice behind me.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?”
I turned back to see Emma standing at the kitchen counter, a cup of coffee in one hand and the newspaper in the other. I felt my cheeks flood with heat, but they quickly cooled when I reminded myself that the little witch had been in on the whole setup.
“Oh no, no, no, Miss Emma Marie Jensen. You don’t get to stand there with that smug look on your face like you caught me red-handed. You set me up, you bitch!” I said, giving her the evil eye. It didn’t last long though, because I couldn’t contain my smile.
“Okay, we can talk about this in a minute, but right now there’s a more pressing matter at hand,” I told her. She looked confused for a minute until I held up my phone, shook it at her and said, simply, “Blackmail time.”
In a move so fast it made me jump, she’d slammed her cup down on the counter and was at my side, ready for action. She really is the best friend in the world.
We crept down the hall, trying not to giggle and wake them up before we could get in there and take a picture. We got to the bedroom door and heard a faint click, click, click coming down the hall toward us. I shot a panicked look over my shoulder at Emma who’s own eyes were screaming ‘oh, shit!’ before she wheeled around to head Doug off. I didn’t want the huge yellow lab to jump in and ruin my photo-op. Because he’d be through that door and would Superman himself into that bed with them in a heartbeat.