Free Trinity by M. Never Page B

them, because it’s clear neither of them like the idea of me leaving.
    “The only place you’re going is the kitchen so we can have you for lunch. I mean,” Chase corrects. “Have lunch.”
    I run my finger up Chase’s chiseled abs seductively. “It will be a quick trip.”
    “No,” Chase leans in and bites my neck as Shane climbs up the mattress and settles beside me. I don’t want to leave, believe me. But I need clean underwear. An entire suitcase full of it with these two.
    I try a different tactic. “I have to go. For a little while. But I promise when I get back you can have me for dinner and dessert.” I rub them each between their legs, feeling their cocks stiffen from my light touch.
    “Do you think doing that is going to help your cause?” Shane growls in my ear.
    “Yes, because I’ll finish what I started as soon as I get back. It will give both of you something to look forward to.”
    “We can just pin you to the bed and you can finish now. No waiting required.” Chase moves in and I know instantly if I don’t wiggle my way out of this now, I’ll never escape this house.
    “Please. I also need to go see Pops. I can’t not show up.”
    Chase pauses, picking up on the urgency in my voice. I didn’t go into much detail about mine and Pops relationship, aside from the fact I’m the longtime manager and have taken over running the restaurant since his decline in health.
    Chase and Shane share that quiet contemplative look. I’ve come to wonder if they really can read each other’s minds.
    “Why is he so important to you?” Shane asks seriously, invoking their right to peel back the onion. It’s not a threatening or vindictive question. It stems from sheer curiosity. Genuine interest. I exhale shakily, knowing if we are really going to pursue a relationship, this conversation is inevitable. “Pops is more than just my boss. He’s like a father to me.” I peel the first tiny layer away. “He’s the only person who’s ever truly cared. I owe him everything.”
    Their touch turns tender, a snag of empathetic silence hanging in the air. “Okay.” Shane placates. “We won’t make you stay. But for the record. Pops isn’t the only one who cares.”
    I actually blush. Too fast. Too soon. Too easy.
    They make it way too easy to let my guard down. Dangerous .
    And way too tempting.
    I smile, pressing a sweet kiss on Shane’s lips. “I promise I’ll be quick. I’m looking forward to dessert.” Shane smirks against my mouth as Chase works his way in to steal his own embrace, first from me, then Shane. I touch the place their lips seamlessly connect. Shane nips at my finger friskily, hitting me with a salacious, megawatt smile.
    I know right then, when it comes to these two, I’m fucking toast.

“C’MON, OLD MAN,” I CAJOLE POPS to open his mouth one more time. “Lobster bisque is your favorite.”
    Pops takes one more tired bite of the soup then shakes his head. “No more.”
    He barely ate anything. I drop the spoon in the bowl, defeated, hiding how much his ailing health is affecting me. I can’t let it show it’s killing me as quickly as it’s killing him. My chest aches just looking at his frail form. Less than a year ago, he weighed over one-hundred- eighty pounds. Now, he barely weighs a hundred.
    “Tired?” I whisper as his eyelids flutter, fighting to stay open.
    “Very,” he wheezes, not even bothering to hide it. He used to at least try to put up a front, pretending his doctors were exaggerating the severity of the emphysema. But I’ve watched his downturn. The last few weeks have been the worst. I don’t want to leave. I wish I could curl up on the recliner in the corner and be here when he takes his last breath. I don’t want him to die alone or scared. I want him to know I’m here, with him, the same way he’s always been with me. Pops drifts off without a warning. Just slips away into slumber. My eyes mist with tears, but none fall. He made me promise.