21.1
Georgina
Okay, so I ran. It was poor form, getting up and leaving in the middle of the night. I know that. But I really need my sleep and the two of you are insanely loud snorers, so I left. Have you thought about getting those nose strips?
I exhale heavily. Nope. That's definitely lame. Worst apology ever.
I take another deep breath. Just be honest. I can be honest. I was freaked out.
Who wouldn't be freaked out, anyway? I don't have sex for two years and my first foray back into dating – no, not dating, casual sex - is having two men come in my mouth. And on my ass. And bend me over in the bedroom…
Oh God. My face feels like it's on fire.
I'm not sure if Nathaniel and Adriano even want to see me tonight, not after what happened at the campfire. But come on! Adriano and that wiener comment right in the middle of the campers and counselors? Someone could have put two-and-two together. It was far better to get out of there than to faint, which was probably what was about to happen next.
It's also the last night of the camp and we're leaving tomorrow. Even though Nathaniel and Adriano and I are going right back to being neighbors, I'm feeling a sudden sense of urgency to apologize.
Or run back to my house and never see either of them again.
The rational, responsible part of me says I should do the latter. It would be safer, easier, and less complicated.
Yet I've been wandering around this house looking for the two of them and going over my explanation in my head. And now I'm standing here in front of the only door in this house that I haven't tried.
I take a deep breath and knock before pulling the door open. Nathaniel is sitting in a deep leather chair in the corner of the… whatever this is. A library? A man cave? The room isn't as rustic as the rest of the house. In here, it's mostly mahogany and rich colors with books stacked in shelves from floor to ceiling. One corner of the room holds an immense wooden desk and another wing of the room holds a pool table.
I feel Nathaniel's eyes on me. He makes no attempt to hide his gaze trailing down the length of my body, making me all too aware of the fact that I showered and changed out of the jeans and t-shirt that I wore earlier in the evening at the campfire. My reasoning was that the campfire made my hair smell like smoke, but that's not really the entire truth. At least, it doesn't explain why I changed into a dress – casual, black cotton, nothing fancy – and added mascara and a hint of lip-gloss.
"Impressed?" Nathaniel asks.
“Mildly.”
"She does have a sense of humor, after all."
"I have a sense of humor," I protest. "Just not when it comes to…"
"Wieners?" Nathaniel asks.
"Exactly."
"And staying the night?"
My face warms. "About that…"
"About that." Nathaniel looks at me, his expression blank, except his eyes are intense, focused on me.
"I came down here to explain," I start. "Actually, I've been wandering around the house for a little while, looking for you and Adriano."
"Adriano's been gone for a…" Nathaniel looks at his watch. "Couple of hours now."
"Oh."
"
He went out to the store. So he could be back here soon… or else in a few days we might find out he flew to Canada because he decided on a whim that he needed real maple syrup or Canadian beer."
I bite my lip to hide a smile. If I'd just met Adriano, I'd think Nathaniel was trying to be possessive and keep Adriano out of the way, but that sounds exactly like something Adriano would do.
Nathaniel crosses his arms. "So, you came down here to grovel?"
"Does this require groveling?"
Nathaniel's gaze remains on my face for a long moment and I feel naked under his stare, heat rushing through me just like it did when I was with him and Adriano before. I squeeze my thighs together, thankful that I'm wearing a dress that hides the needy gesture.
"Fleeing in the middle of the night?" Nathaniel asks. "I think a little groveling is in order."
He doesn't move. He just sits there in his chair, his legs spread, looking at me with hunger in his eyes. Even if I couldn't see the bulge in his pants, I'd be able to tell exactly what he wanted just from the expression on his face.
The thing is, it's what I want, too - at least until Scared Shitless Georgina takes over my brain. When I forget about everything outside of this room, I'm certain this – with them - is what I want.
I cross the room, stopping when I'm standing between Nathaniel's outstretched legs. But I don’t drop to my knees to grovel. It doesn't feel right somehow, not without Adriano here.
But not having Adriano here doesn't stop Nathaniel from running his hands up the inside of my thighs, the warmth of his large palms radiating into my skin. It also doesn't keep my thighs from quivering in response to his light stroke, or my pussy from throbbing at the thought of him sliding his fingers up just a little more.
"I freaked out," I explain. It's not much of an explanation, though; it’s more like a statement of fact.
"Do you freak out a lot?"
Yes. About everything.
"Only when I have crazy sex with two men," I say, my voice light.
Nathaniel's fingertips dig into my thighs as he narrows his eyes, and I swat at his hands. "Does that happen a lot?" he asks.
"It's happened once," I whisper as he pulls me down onto his lap, my knees on either side of him.
"It's going to happen again," he growls, his hand going to the nape of my neck as he takes my mouth. His kiss is punishing in its intensity, practically bruising as he demands my mouth, my tongue, and my everything. I'm dizzy and breathless when he pulls his lips from mine, his hands still on my cheeks. "You're not going to freak out this time, are you?"
I'm about to say that I don't see two men here, and so I'm not in present danger of having sex with two men, but Adriano chooses that exact moment to throw open the door to the library, carrying a bag. "Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he exclaims. “Is this seriously happening without me?"
Nathaniel grins. "You snooze, you lose."
"Nothing happened," I protest, but I don't move from Nathaniel's lap.
"Yeah, it did," Nathaniel disagrees. "She groveled."
Adriano's brows go up.
"Not on my knees," I say quickly, imagining how Adriano pictures me groveling.
Adriano crosses his arms and gives me a stern look. "You should grovel. Because you ran off in the middle of the night, I had to feel up Nathaniel's ass."
"Had to?" I ask.
"Quit using that as an excuse," Nathaniel interrupts. "You were feeling up my ass because you wanted to."
Adriano shrugs. "It felt like a woman's."
"You're saying that Nathaniel's ass feels like mine?" I ask. "Should I be insulted?"
"I have a great ass," Nathaniel scoffs. "You should take it as a compliment."
"I think I remember seeing your ass, but I can't be sure. Maybe I should remind myself of what it looks like," I say, biting down on my lip as Nathaniel growls and pulls me tighter onto his lap, grinding me against his hardness.
"I have more interesting things for you to check out," Nathaniel says, his voice gravelly.
"So do I," Adriano interrupts, holding up a paper shopping bag.
Nathaniel narrows his eyes. "Did you go to the liquor store? I thought you were getting flowers."
"Yeah, I brought tequila instead of flowers," Adriano scoffs. "Come on, give me some credit."
"Flowers?"
