Our Love

Quinn

When I started to put my key into the door, I was startled by a loud, drawn-out moaning sound. At first, I was confused and a bit concerned, but then I heard muffled voices before another moan. I realized then that Carrie was entertaining someone and apparently right in the living room. I thought for a moment about what I should do; after hearing another moan of what sounded like intense pleasure, I had to peek and see if I could catch a glimpse of what exactly was going on.

I nearly fell off the porch leaning over to peek through the crack in the curtain of the front window. But sure enough, there was Carrie, head thrown back, and Natalia, her ex-girlfriend, with her head buried between her legs. A part of me was shocked, surprised, and intrigued. I jumped back though, not wanting to be caught, and slipped off the porch to sit against my car.

I chewed my lip nervously, unsure of what to do. I could drive over to Grant's, perhaps, but I didn't want to impose. I decided I'd give him a call and go from there. When I spoke with him, he was all too eager to come to pick me up though he failed to mention that Wade was with him.

He startled me when I opened the truck door, but I had to admit, I felt a sense of relief that he wasn't with that woman any longer. I hoped that meant they weren't pursuing anything further. I immediately felt guilty, though, because Wade wasn't mine; he could do as he chose.

"Alright, it's a Friday night, no work tomorrow, and we're all here after what sounds like an interesting evening for everyone. I say we drink up and have some fun!" Grant rubbed his hands together with a mischievous grin once we were inside his apartment. "First, I'm hitting the shower and getting out of these clothes. I stink. Wade, make sure our guest feels at home." He winked before taking off down a small hallway.

His apartment was gorgeous, a loft style with high ceilings and exposed beams. The colors were dark, industrial-style decor. It suited him, pretty spot on with what I had imagined his place to look like. I stood awkwardly near the kitchen island as Wade stood in the doorway, hands in his pockets.

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize you guys were hanging out. I feel like I've interrupted your guy time." I leaned against the granite countertop.

"Oh no, it's fine. I was just popping by and figured I would ride along. I'll probably head out." I took in his appearance. His black hair was messy, a few strands flopping onto his forehead. He had a bit of stubble on his chin, the look definitely adding to his allure.

"You're not going anywhere." Grant slapped Wade on the back as he walked around him, giving me his signature smile. "Beer?"

Freshly showered and wearing the ultimate tease of grey sweats and a tight t-shirt, Grant sat across from me as I sat on the sofa. Legs crossed, arms in my lap, trying my best to be as ladylike as possible. Wade was seated on the small sofa with Grant, looking delicious himself. How I found myself alone with two hot guys, I had no idea, but I wasn't complaining. Though I was dying to be in my comfortable clothes, relaxing with a glass of wine at home instead of this dress and a nasty beer.

"I can't wait to tell Carrie we caught her getting oral." Grant laughed.

"You didn't catch her." I wagged my finger at him with a laugh.

"I wish I had two chicks; that's hot." He growled as I rolled my eyes.

"Natalia is gorgeous. They're both beautiful. Not going to lie, it was pretty sexy." I smirked, feeling my cheeks warming up. On my third nasty beer, my lips were loosening up. Both Wade and Grant were watching me as if I had three heads.

"You into women too?"

I shrug, enjoying the reaction Grant is giving me. "Maybe. Perhaps that's been the problem all along; I need a woman." I took my beer into my mouth, chugging it back.