“Yessss girl. God, I used to do all kinds of things to the boys to get them riled. Heck I still do. I used to send them nudes at random times in the day. It drove them wild. Mic and Ford would f*ck in an office or use Davis and vice versa. Dawson, before he became intimate with the guys, would jerk off in his office.”
I grimaced, she laughed. “Sorry,” she said. “But anyway, you should do things like that. It drives men, or at least my men, wild. Savvy told me she sent vids to Mac and Jack, and James told me he would send d**k picks or suggestive photos to Rage and Savage right before they entered Church so they would be driven crazy with wild thoughts and come home right after or find him at work and haul him into his office and f*ck him. One time, James’ boss scolded him during one particular loud encounter, and threatened to fire him. Needless to say, it got back to Rage and Savage, and that man disappeared. No one knows what happened to him, but we all have a good idea. That’s actually how James became the project manager.”
I choked on my laughter. “I probably shouldn’t laugh at that. The man is probably dead.”
Isha nodded, “Most likely. Rage and Savage don’t play when it comes to James. We all just pretend that when certain people disappear from our lives, they’re living life somewhere else.” I nodded.
“Maybe I should send stuff to them. After my conversation tonight though. I want to make sure Bryce is on board.”
Isha scoffed. “Trust me, he’ll be on board. So, are you going to ask them to move in with you?”
My mouth dropped open, and then I snapped it shut. “Should I?”
“Yeah, that way you can all be in the same bed together and have a Shay sandwich all the time. Plus, no better way to get
to know if this will work out than being with each other full-time.”
“You’re right. It worked for you and the guys.”
“And Savvy, Mac and Jack and, of course, James, Savage and Rage.”
“Poor Ava,” I said, giggling.
“Girl, Aaron would not be able to handle that. Guy is so possessive of Ava, he does not like to share. Although he had no problem with me eating her out while he f*cked her.”
“Oh, my God! How am I just now hearing about all this?”
“It was before we met, and do you really want to know about an orgy I had with your brother and the guys?”
“You’re right, no, I do not want to know any of that. But who was all there?”
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“All of us. Except Erica and Louise.”
“Wow.”
She nodded.
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“Thank you, Isha. Thank you for the talk and encouragement. I love having someone that’s been there before. I’d be floundering if I didn’t know about this type of relationship and someone that’s gone through it before. Also, knowing it
could all work.”
“I told you it would happen for you, so you are very welcome.”
We hugged. I walked to the car and all the way home I thought about how I wanted this relationship to go if Bryce was all for it. I did want them to move in with me. I wanted us to be all in. I wanted a family and eventually babies. I couldn’t help the grin that came over my face at the thought of it all.
This Is It
Bryce
I parked my bike next to Bryson’s Camaro. Shay was waiting for us outside the office. She was leaning up against Bryson’s car in a pair of tight dark blue jean shorts, and a white short-sleeved crop top. On her feet were a pair of gladiator sandals. Her long blonde hair piled high on top of her head. She looked scrumptious, and I was starving for a taste of her. Talking to Bryson about tonight’s dinner and what we will be discussing had me on edge all day today as I helped with the bank pick-ups. All I could think was say yes. Yes, this is what I want. Yes, I want everything with you and Bryson. I want us to be a family and help raise any kids she and Bryson have. I just want to be included with their budding love.
The military did all kinds of tests and when I told them about the mumps I had when I was a kid, I was sent for a sperm mobility test. 0.01% chance of ever having kids. Doc said I was sterile. At the time, I didn’t think anything of it. Honestly, I thought, well, if I find a long-term girlfriend I won’t have to wear condoms and was pretty stoked about it. I never found that long-term girlfriend. They had all been one-night stands or lasted maybe a week, before they got tired of my lack of feelings. It’s not like I didn’t have any, it’s just I’ve never really found anyone to feel anything for, besides getting my d*ck wet for a bit. That is until Shay, of course. When I yanked her into my arms, and she blurted out I was hot, it was the way
she said it, like she was surprised she thought I was hot. Her big eyes had a lot of innocence there too, and I hadn’t seen that in a girl’s eyes in a long time. Then, the way she took charge and kissed me, I was gone. No other woman has ever taken charge of me like that. I was always the one making the first moves. It was a nice change of pace. She had my attention from the first moment she looked at me and I haven’t been able to get her out of my mind since.
It’s honestly been hard to be away from her. Knowing Bryson was over there last night, I wanted to crash the party and
join them. But he needed time with her alone. So, I hardly got any sleep thinking about them together, and I jerked off twice. I was pathetic, I chuckled to myself.
“Do you guys play pool?” Shay asked as we walked into Mama Mia’s Pizzeria. There was pool, darts, the smell of real
Italian red sauce, garlic and cheese. Shay said this place was phenomenal and Bryson and I haven’t tried much around
town yet, so we trusted she knew what she was saying.
“SHAY!” a big rotund man boomed. He came around the counter and three women bustled out of the kitchen. They were
literally what I think a classic Italian family looked like. They all have dark hair, some with silver strands. The man had a
big bushy mustache, and he was in black slacks and a red checkered shirt. He was as tall as Shay but round in the
stomach and faced with big beefy arms. The ladies ranged from thirty to seventy, it looked like. They were shorter than
Shay, and were just as robust as the man, except for the younger woman. She was slender, and I could see she had a little
pregnant belly. They had long dresses with flowers on them and wore black aprons. The man had warm brown eyes and the women all had blue eyes.
“Papa Gino,” Shay said, giggling as he lifted her off her feet. “Mia, Regina, Gia, these are friends of mine, Bryce and Bryson. Guys, this is Papa Gino and his wife Mia, and their daughter Gia, and her Nona Regina.”
“Just friends, Piccolina? (little one) Regina asked, pinching Shay’s cheek.
Yeah, Shay, just friends? I wanted to ask. I watched her blush, and she leaned down and whispered in the older woman’s ear, making her cackle.
“Good girl, bambina,” (baby girl/child) the older woman said, patting her cheek. I wanted to know what she whispered.
“Come, come, sit, do you want your regular, Shay?”
“Please Gino, but instead of a small, make it a large, and I’d like a Modelo.”
He looked at me and Bryson.
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