Chapter 22: Chapter 22

GARRETT

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Uh, taking pictures of my pussy?” Vada stuttered, disconnecting the FaceTime call she was on.

“Were you having phone sex with your roommate?”

“No.”

“Then why was your phone between your legs?”

“It’s private,” she snapped. “I don’t answer to you.”

“Why would you need to have phone sex? Did you not get enough real sex today?”

“It was for Mandy’s benefit,” she said. “She misses me.”

“Do you miss her?”

“Of course, Garrett. She’s my best friend.”

“Do you miss having sex with her?”

“I miss the intimacy,” she admitted.

“Oh.” I certainly wasn’t expecting her to say ~that~. “Can I sit down?”

“Sure,” she said, buttoning up her shirt.

“Is that Evan’s shirt?”

“Yeah.”

“How come you chose to wear his shirt?”

“I thought you guys didn’t do jealousy.”

“We don’t.”

“Bullshit you don’t!” she laughed.

“We don’t. It would destroy the relationship.”

“Evan is the only one of you who wears button-up shirts,” she explained. “It’s nothing personal.”

“Can I ask you something, Vada?”

“You can. But I’m not promising to answer.”

“Why do you enjoy being with women?”

“Why do you?”

“I asked you first.”

“Girls are different,” she said with a shrug, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. “I don’t really know how to explain it.

“I like having sex with men. But girls are softer and gentler. Sometimes it’s a nice change.”

I blinked, rubbing the back of my head as I tried to make sense of what she was saying. “I’m confused, Vada.”

“About what?”

“You told us you liked rough sex. But you’re telling me you like women because they’re gentler?”

“I said ~sometimes~ it’s a nice change to have a gentle, intimate experience, as opposed to a good fucking from a real cock. It all depends on my mood.”

“You’re a complicated woman, Vada Collins.”

“I guess that’s why you try before you buy. I came with a thirty-day return policy.”

“I don’t want to return you, beautiful,” I whispered, reaching out to stroke her cheek.

“Anytime you need intimacy and sweet lovemaking, you just say the word. That’s how this works. You tell us what you want, and we give it to you. We want to make you happy, Vada.”

“I don’t deserve you guys,” she said. “I just cheated on you.”

“Not really.”

“How do you figure?”

“You haven’t made a commitment to us yet.”

“Can I tell you a secret, Garrett?” she asked, peeking up at me through her dark lashes.

“We don’t keep secrets.”

“Does that mean you’re gonna tell on me to Evan and Jake?”

“No.”

“But you don’t keep secrets.”

“You’re not our wife yet. And telling them would put the courtship at risk. If keeping something to myself benefits everyone in the group, then it’s okay. There’s nothing to be gained by sharing.

“~However~, once you’ve made a commitment, you can’t do that kind of thing. That would definitely have to be shared. Cheating will not be tolerated.”

“I’ve never been in a relationship where my boyfriend considered that cheating. They didn’t care.”

“How is it not cheating?”

“Because Mandy is a girl.”

“Why does that make it okay?”

“I’m not sure, Garrett.”

“What was the secret you wanted to tell me?”

“It’s not really a secret,” she sighed. “But if I tell you guys, you’ll get your hopes up. And I don’t want to hurt you. But I don’t see myself settling down. I wouldn’t make a good wife or mother.”

“What’s the secret, Vada?”

“Mandy wanted me to close my eyes and pretend it was her touching me, but I didn’t. I imagined that it was one of you guys.”

“That’s a good thing.”

“It was a shitty thing to do to Mandy.”

“Are you and Mandy in a committed relationship?”

“It’s complicated.”

“I’m a good listener.”

“You are,” she agreed, leaning over to plant a soft kiss on my lips.

“I have many skills,” I whispered, sliding my hand up her bare thigh.

“You have a very talented tongue, Mr. Mitchell,” she drawled with a wicked grin, spreading her legs to grant me access to her pussy.

“You’re trying to distract me, you naughty girl.”

“Why’d you stop?” she whined, jutting out her lower lip when I removed my hand from between her legs.

“Because you were about to share something with me.”

She settled in the corner of the sectional sofa with her legs tucked under her.

“Mandy and I go way back. As you know, I went to public school. She was in my class. I bullied her because she was poor. Mandy grew up in foster homes. We ended up becoming best friends.

“She stayed over at our place a lot, especially after Mom died. We were both lonely. One night we decided we should practice kissing before we went to the movies with some boys in our class.

“It just kind of escalated from there.”

“How old were you?”

“Fourteen.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah.”

“And your dad had no idea?”

“You think I told my dad that me and Mandy were having a sexual relationship?”

“I have no idea. You guys overshare.”

“Dad knows ~now~,” I clarified.

“And how does he feel about that?”

“Dad doesn’t judge. He likes Mandy. She was there for me after Mom died. He doesn’t care what we do. We’re adults.”

“But you’ve never made a commitment to her?”

“The first time we made each other cum, we pinky swore to stay together forever.”

“But clearly you didn’t keep that promise,” I said. “You’ve had ~a lot~ of boyfriends, Vada.”

“I’ve had a few. So has she.”

“So you have an open relationship?”

“I like to think of it more as friends with benefits,” she said.

“How does she feel about you going on this trip with us?”

“She’s worried she’s going to lose me.”

“You can still be friends if you marry us.”

“I know. But how do you have a platonic friendship with someone who you’ve been having sex with for, like, ten years?”

“I’m not sure,” I sighed. “I guess that’s something the two of you will have to figure out. It might be hard at first, but if your friendship is solid, you’ll work through it.”

“You’re talking like this is a done deal, Garrett.”

“After the epic fucking we gave you earlier, there’s no way you won’t marry us, sweetheart.”

“Is that so?” she laughed.

“Yes,” I whispered, sliding my hand up her thigh again. “And if it’s gentle lovemaking you need, we can give you that.”

“Prove it,” she challenged, unbuttoning her shirt while she slayed me with her devilish green eyes.

I brought my hand under her hair to the back of her neck, gently pulling her closer to me as her eyelids fluttered closed.

Her arms stole up to wrap around my neck, and our mouths joined for a long, tender kiss.

When we finally came up for air, we were both panting. I pressed my forehead against hers, gazing into her mesmerizing eyes.

“Tell me what you’d like, beautiful,” I murmured. “If you’re too sore, we can just kiss and cuddle.”

“I want you to make love to me, Garrett…,” she said, a sly grin spreading across her mouth, “…like a woman.”

“What?”

“You said you could make love to me like Mandy does.”

“I’m pretty sure I can do better, considering I have a penis.”

“I don’t know. We have some pretty amazing dildos.”

“No dildo can ever replace a real man, sweetheart.”

I lowered her down to the couch, claiming her mouth with a kiss filled with passion and desire, overcome by a powerful need to have this woman. Not just in that moment, but for the rest of my life.

She was the one. Vada Collins was the woman we were supposed to marry. The woman meant to bear our children. I couldn’t let her get away.

She moaned and writhed under me while I dropped open-mouthed kisses down her neck and across her collarbone.

I cupped her breasts, licking her nipple before I sucked the delicious bud gently between my lips.

Vada’s breasts were perfect. Ripe and ready to nourish our babies. I wanted that so badly.

A houseful of kids. I wanted to make love to this beautiful woman while she was pregnant, her belly swollen with my baby.

I kissed over her flat tummy to her bare mound, nudging her thighs apart so I could feast on her delicious peach.

“You taste divine, honey,” I murmured, glancing up at her while I ran my tongue between her lips.

She reached down, running her fingers through my hair while I caressed her pussy with light strokes.

“That feels nice, Garrett,” she said with a happy little sigh, wrapping her thighs around my head.

I teased her clit with light flicks of my tongue, bringing her to orgasm while I probed her entrance gently with one finger to make sure she was ready for me.

I braced myself over her, kissing her softly. She gazed up at me with a look of adoration that warmed my heart, her arms wrapping around my back when I entered her.

I moved slowly, sliding in and out with gentle, easy strokes. She looked a little tender down there, despite her claim that she wasn’t sore.

We moved together, finding our rhythm quite quickly. I kissed her and caressed her breasts, enjoying my time alone with her. I didn’t want it to end. But my dick had other plans.

“I’m gonna cum,” I whispered, nuzzling her neck.

“Okay,” she whispered back, followed by a giggle.

~Oh, that’s not good.~

~If a chick giggles when you’re balls deep in her pussy, you’re doing something wrong.~

~You’re such a schmuck.~

I lifted my head, gazing deep into her eyes when I came. I’d never done that before. Vada was the only woman I’d ever had sex with without a condom.

Our elevator quickie had been a lust-filled fuck. Same with earlier that afternoon, when I’d fucked her in front of the other guys.

But this was different. We were making love. It was about more than just the physical pleasure.

She felt something too. I saw it in her eyes right before a tear escaped, rolling slowly down her cheek.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she choked out.

“Why are you crying?”

“I’m not ~crying~.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I don’t cry, Garrett,” she snapped. “And you’re really heavy. Could you get off of me?”

“We should’ve put something underneath us,” I said.

“If I can wiggle out of Evan’s shirt, we can use that,” she suggested.

Somehow we managed to get the shirt off while keeping my dick inside her. I tucked it underneath her bum and withdrew slowly, soaking up the river of jizz with Evan’s shirt.

“That’s a lot of spunk, Garrett,” she observed.

“You betcha, lover,” I said, leaning down to steal a kiss while I cleaned her up. “I’ve got lots of baby-making juice for you. Just say the word, and I’ll impregnate you.”

“Why are you guys so obsessed with having babies?” she laughed.

I reached for the afghan on the back of the couch, pulling it over us as I lay next to her. She rested her head on my chest, her arm slung over my belly.

“You never answered my question about the baby obsession,” she said.

“We’re in our forties. We want to see our kids grow up and be healthy enough to enjoy them. It’s now or never.”

“I guess that makes sense.”

“What about you, Vada? Do you want children?”

“Someday, maybe,” she sighed. “I never had any siblings. After Mom died, it was pretty lonely. I feel like I missed out on a lot of family stuff.

“Sometimes I think it would be nice to have a big family.”

“I’m really glad to hear you say that,” I said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“But not right now,” she said, smothering the flicker of hope as fast as she lit it. “I’m only twenty-four. I’m too immature and selfish to be a mother at this point in my life.”

“I think you’d change once you had a baby. The moment they placed our child in your arms, he or she would become the most important person in your life.”

“You don’t know that for sure. What if I was completely ambivalent?”

“You wouldn’t be.”

“I don’t know, Garrett.”

“I do. You’d be a great mom.”

“It’s not that simple. There’s three of you. That’s not normal. What if I want a ~normal~ life, with one husband, and just his kids?”

“Do you want that?”

“No,” she laughed. “It sounds really boring.”

“See? You’re perfect for us.”

“What if I had one baby and decided I didn’t want any more? That wouldn’t be fair to the other guys.”

“They’d understand.”

“I would feel terrible.”

“Life is unpredictable. Shit happens.”

“How would we decide who’s baby I had first?”

“You’re having Evan’s first.”

“Oh. I see.”

“Oldest to youngest. We already agreed on that.”

“Do I get a say in anything?”

“Of course,” I said. “But not when it comes to choosing between us. That’s not fair to you.”

“Yeah,” she agreed. “I wouldn’t want to make that kind of decision.”

“Have you given any serious consideration to our proposal?” I held my breath while I waited for her reply, my stomach a twisted ball of nerves.

She ran her finger over my chest, tracing the lines of my muscles. “You’re asking a lot,” she said quietly.

“I know,” I whispered, rubbing her arm.

“Tell me about yourself, Garrett.”

“What would you like to know?”

“Everything.”

“You’re gonna need to narrow it down a bit, sweetheart.”

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Blue.”

“What’s your favorite food?”

“I don’t have a favorite. I’m not a picky eater. I’ll eat pretty much anything.”

“How old were you when you lost your virginity?”

“Holy whiplash,” I chuckled. “Going from favorite food to the personal stuff.”

“I could ask something a lot more personal than that,” she snorted.

“I was twenty-one.”

“You were not!”

“Yep. I was.”

“~Why~?”

I cleared my throat, taking a moment to formulate my answer. If I wanted an intimate relationship with this girl—no, ~woman~—who I intended to marry, I had to open up to her.

“I had some issues to work through,” I explained.

“What kind of issues?”

“Sexual issues.”

She stopped rubbing my chest, glancing up at me with narrowed eyes. “You’re serious,” she surmised.

“I wouldn’t joke about something like that.”

“Were you sexually abused, Garrett?” she gasped.

“No.”

“What happened to you?”

“My parents were swingers.”

“Really?”

“Yep. Their best friends were always over at our house, or we were at theirs. They had three boys the same age as me and my brothers.

“I thought it was great. We went on family vacations together, spent holidays together. It was like having a big family.”

“That’s why you want a big family?”

“That’s part of it. It was like having five brothers. We went to the same school and played on the same sports teams.”

“When did you find out they were swingers?”

“One day, when I was ten, I came home early. We had soccer practice after school that day, but I wasn’t feeling well.

“I was surprised to find my parents home. They were supposed to be at work until six.”

“Uh-oh,” she whispered.

“Uh-oh is right,” I agreed with a dry chuckle. “I let myself in the house, but my parents weren’t downstairs.

“I headed upstairs to my room, and that’s when I heard the moaning coming from their bedroom. The door was open partway.

“I peeked in the crack, and they were on their bed with the Bakers. Naked.”

“The Bakers were the friends?”

“Yes.”

“Yikes.”

“I was traumatized. It was too much for a ten-year-old.

“I knew what sex was, but seeing your mother eating out her friend’s pussy while the friend’s husband fucked her, and your dad had his dick in the friend’s mouth was too much.”

She blinked up at me. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m trying to sort that scenario out in my head.”

“Imagine being a kid and walking in on that,” I muttered.

“What did you do?”

“I ran away.”

“You didn’t confront your parents?”

“Eventually. Two years later, when I had a nervous breakdown.”

“Oh, Garrett,” she whispered. “You poor thing.”

“Yes. Keeping that shit to myself was not a good idea.”

“Did you get the help you needed?”

“Not really. My therapist was a joke. And my parents refused to give up their lifestyle. I wasn’t allowed to tell the other kids what was going on.”

“That’s terrible!”

“Yeah. I got pissed at my parents when they refused to keep paying for my therapy. That’s when I told my brothers and the Baker kids. I pretty much destroyed two families that day.”

“Your parents are responsible, not you, Garrett.”

“I know that now. But it took me a long time to accept that.”

“How is your relationship with your family now?”

“I haven’t spoken to my parents in twenty-six years. I left home when I was sixteen and moved in with your dad and his parents.”

“You lived with my grandparents?”

“Yes. Your grandparents were phenomenal people. They let me live there rent-free while I went to college.

“I remember the day your parents brought you home from the hospital. They were so young. But your grandparents welcomed them and helped without a second thought.”

“I don’t remember them,” she said sadly.

“I know. They died when you were two. Killed by a drunk driver.”

“Do you talk to your brothers?”

“Yes. Greg, my older brother, lives in Pensacola. He has five daughters and two granddaughters. And my younger brother, Gavin, lives in Orlando. He has three daughters.”

“Did you say ~granddaughters~?”

“Yep.”

“Do they associate with your parents?”

“Gavin does, but Greg doesn’t want anything to do with them.”

“Where are they?”

“Palmetto Bay.”

“Your parents live twenty minutes away from you, and you haven’t seen them in twenty-six years?”

“That’s right.”

“What happened to the Bakers?”

“They live with my parents now.”

“Wow. How old are they?”

“They’re in their late sixties.”

“What happened to the other kids?”

“They all moved away. I follow their lives on social media, but that’s pretty much it. I don’t know if they have a relationship with their parents.”

“I’m really confused, Garrett,” she whispered.

“About what?”

“You’re telling me that your parents were swingers and it affected your ability to have a normal sexual relationship, but you’re going to do the same thing to your kids.”

“It’s not the same thing, Vada.”

“How is it different?”

“For one thing, we’re not swingers. Swingers are people who swap partners. There will be no swapping in our marriage. No outsiders coming for a weekend orgy.

“And it won’t be a secret. They’ll have the support of our social group and spend time with other kids who live in similar families.

“I’ve watched many kids grow up in a polyandrous household. They do just fine.”

“I would think you’d want a traditional family with two parents after going through that.”

“No. Evan and Jake are my family. I enjoy the lifestyle.”

She leaned up, pressing a light kiss to my lips. “Thank you for sharing that, Garrett. I don’t really know that much about you guys, I guess.”

“You learn a lot about people when you’re with them twenty-four seven. That’s why we brought you on this trip. We needed this time alone with you, Vada.”

“I guess you guys already know everything about me,” she laughed.

“Not everything, apparently,” I chuckled. “We did ~not~ know you were bisexual.”

“I’m surprised Dad didn’t tell you.”

“Yes. I think he probably should’ve mentioned that.”

“Does it bother you?”

“I’m not going to lie to you, Vada,” I said. “It concerns me. We’re all a bit concerned because we’re asking you to give up a big part of who you are.”

“If you guys keep giving me more of what you did earlier, I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

“I think we can definitely do that,” I said, rolling her onto her back.

She squealed with delight when I buried my face between her thighs, giving her two more orgasms before I made love to her again.