Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
He chuckled. “I just worry about you…and David will take good care of you. I know you don’t think you need it, but you deserve it.”
I nodded as if he could see me. “I should go. You need to get some sleep, or your Sir will be mad at me.”
“I can talk.”
“Nah, it’s fine. I’m tired too. I love you.”
“Love you too.”
The next day I had some free time and found myself going to the clinic. I got checked regularly, every three months, and it was time. That was the only reason I was going, I told myself.
I was a liar.
But better safe than sorry.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Jordan
I’d gotten my STI testing done, and everything had come out negative. David had his redone and showed me the results as well.
Over the next week or so, I ended up in a strange routine with David and Ian. David had our work schedules and had shared his with us. Usually, at least once a day, the three of us would share a meal. Sometimes it was breakfast, other times dinner. Ian didn’t like to cook, but he was pretty good at it. David was better than both of us, and he told us he would teach us his recipe for pasta sauce one day. I was more of a baker, and David’s kitchen was awesome for making all my cookies, cakes, and pies in, which I did a lot.
I didn’t always sleep over, but I was there almost every day. David and I played together every time, but we hadn’t fucked yet. I blew him often, and he’d sucked me, torturing me each time by not letting me come until I nearly lost my mind. One night he’d edged me, jerking me off for hours, until I thought I might actually die. I’d begged him to put me out of my misery, and when he did… I’d never come so hard. My toes curled just thinking about it.
But it went beyond that. I liked that he checked in with me when I wasn’t there—a quick text to say hi, or asking how my day went, or to see if I’d eaten more than junk food. Sugar was my favorite, and apparently David thought I should have a more balanced diet. He’d asked if he could do things like that for me, and where originally I hadn’t been sure I’d want it, I decided to give it a go. It made me feel treasured, like my health was the most important thing, and no guy had ever done that for me.
When I discovered Ian had never watched Golden Girls, we started watching it together whenever we had the chance. I’d seen every episode a hundred times, and I watched with Grandma too, but it was nice to show him the greatness that was Dorothy, Rose, Blanche, and Sophia. We were only a few episodes in, and the full effect hadn’t hit him yet. He teased me about liking an old lady show, but I was determined to make a believer out of him.
Ian and David jogged together every day. After the first three times, I wondered if Ian would stop, but he continued to go and I didn’t bring it up. Something like that was good for him, and I worried that if I did, he would call it quits. Not that I didn’t want to spend time with one or both of them, but if we were doing some kind of physical activity, I preferred it to be sexual.
The first night Ian worked late, he’d tried to get up early to still go with David, but David said they would go in the evening instead. Ian argued at first, and I could see how much David wanted to punish him or dominate him, but he didn’t cross that line, and eventually, when Ian hadn’t been able to stop yawning, he’d conceded.
And it was nice getting to spend more time with Ian. We’d always had Finley with us, and while I loved him and the three of us had fun together, the one-on-one time allowed me to get to know Ian in a new way. He was fun to frustrate and tease, which made me sound like a dick, but it was in a playful way. Ian was always rolling his eyes at me or giving it right back.
It was that idea that had me crawling out of David’s empty bed. I’d stayed over last night and would be tonight as well. David had to work this morning, and he’d gotten up early for his run with Ian, then came back to shower all while I slept like a baby.
I took a quick leak, washed my hands, brushed my teeth, tugged on a pair of underwear and a T-shirt, then knocked softly on Ian’s bedroom door. When he mumbled for me to come in, I did. His hair was damp, like he’d gotten out of the shower, and it had already begun to dry. He was in bed, his shoulders bare but the blanket up to his waist, so I wasn’t sure what he was wearing. “Tired?” I asked.