Sharing Annabelle

Chapter Ten - Nico

Part 10

Nico

I don't have any dreams.

Or, at least, when I wake up in the morning, I don't remember any of them. Which is close enough for me. And it's wonderful. It's the greatest feeling in the world, waking up without that weight on my chest. Like everything that tortures me during the day just seeps into my skin at night and runs rampant inside me.

But this morning is different.

I wake up with my head on a shoulder, inhaling the smell of fruity shampoo. Soft hair tickles my nose and cheeks and it makes me smile. Anna. And there's a hand on my side. A large hand. Jesse's hand. And he's subconsciously stroking my skin with his thumb.

I feel warm. Taken care of. So safe. Like I'm wrapped up in the warm cocoon of their bodies, even though Anna is in the middle. I close my eyes and will myself to go back to sleep. Anything for just a few more minutes of this.

Outside, it's raining and the droplets ping against the window. The sun is up, but not very bright, so I have no idea what time it is and I don't care to look. I'm draped over Anna with my face kind of in the crook of her neck and I nuzzle in closer like a kitten who wants petting.

Anna swallows and makes a little stirring noise low in her throat. She's waking. I pretend to be asleep to keep her still for another second. Jesse's hand massages my side in earnest. He probably thinks he's touching Anna, like last time. I almost groan audibly at the memory of Jesse's hard, thick cock grinding into my back again.

"Morning," he mumbles.

Anna makes another waking-up noise and I hear them kiss.

I don't know if the realize yet that they're in my bed and not alone.

And, pervy as it is, I'm not about to remind them.

"Morning, Nico," Anna whispers. Then her lips are on my temple and it makes me shiver. Jesse's hand squeezes me. He's got to realize he isn't touching Anna right now. Maybe he doesn't care.

"Morning, Nico," Jesse echoes, squeezing me again. Okay, he has to know he's not touching Anna. He has to know he's got his hand on me.

I was half hard when I woke up and I'm practically an iron rod now. I shift so I'm pressing into the mattress as opposed to, you know, my best friend's girlfriend.

"You're home early," I say softly, opening my eyes.

I'm trying to gage the situation. I mean, the wore awake and alert I become, the more it dawns on me how weird all of this is. My best friend found me in bed with his girlfriend. And while I know he knows my situation and he knows I'd never try anything with her, not to mention that she loves him so much, she'd murder me if I tried, he did just walk in on a scene that looks really bad... in theory.

And yet, instead of getting mad at us, he got in bed with us.

"Yeah," he says, finally. "The retreat got weird and I... I just didn't want to be there anymore."

"Something bad happen?" Anna asks.

"No," he answers. "I'd just rather be here."

"What about company bonding?" she teases.

He chuckles. "The coworkers I like, I've already bonded with. Everyone else can go fuck themselves."

He sinks a little deeper into the mattress. His hand is still on me and I don't dare move it.