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“What the fuck are you wearing?” Allie blurted out before she thought better of it. The sight was just too much and she closed her eyes before she did something embarrassing, like pee herself laughing, or ogle his dick. Again.
“Don’t you like them? I wore them just for you,” Greg taunted. “Since you said you need clothes, we went shopping for you.”
Oh, damn it. I guess they got my email. “And you decided that the best idea would be to wear the clothes that you bought me? So now I get sweaty ballsack panties?” She wrinkled her nose.
“Pfft, these are mine. Yours are in the truck.”
She stared at him for a minute before glancing up at Abel, praying that he would say something to negate that. Instead, he just nodded.
“Just wait until you see the t-shirt he got you.”
“Did he buy us a matching set of those, too?” she teased. “And what about you? Wouldn’t want you to feel left out or anything.”
“Oh, I don’t plan to be,” he replied, his gaze positively crawling from her eyes to her toes and back again. “Now that the dickless wonder is out of the picture, you’ll let us take you out like you should’ve done weeks ago.”
She tried to ignore the way his possessive words made her belly flutter with anticipation. I wonder if he’s that bossy in bed?
Greg tapped her ankle and they switched legs, stretching the other one instead. “What are you doing tonight?”
“Umm, I’m not sure. But it’s definitely not going to be you two, so get that thought out of your heads.” I don’t even know where I’m staying, and crashing with them is out of the question. I don’t want to be that girl that comes over for no-strings-attached sex, then never leaves. A clinger.
His stretching done, Greg tapped her again, indicating that he wanted to get up. She let go of his leg and stepped back, offering her hand like she always did. He took it, allowing her to help him up, then pulled her against him instead of letting go. Abel immediately stepped in, caging her between them.
“Just tell us you don’t want us and we’ll never bring it up again,” Abel breathed into her ear.
“But not yet. Think about it, and let us know later. It’s all up to you, princess, and we’ll drop it and keep going like usual if that’s what you want. But if you are interested… just let us know when you’re ready for a little fun. You have our numbers.”
“Or at least our email addresses,” Greg chimed in with a smirk.
She gave a nervous laugh, shoving her way from between them. They let her go easily, and her gaze darted from one to the other and back again. Oh, shit, I think they’re actually serious. But they’re my clients. What happens once we’ve had our one night of fun, and then it’s over? I need to keep training them for the rest of the semester to get credit.
“I’ll think about it.”
“That’s all we ask, princess.”
She pushed them hard in their training session, unwilling to let them slack just because they’d gotten her panties a little damp with all of their sexy talk. Like she would even have a clue of what to do with both of them at one time, although if she was perfectly honest with herself, she’d love to find out.
Greg and Abel finished the workout, slapped each other’s asses like usual and winked at her. She stayed a safe distance away and winked back.
“Do you have to leave right away or can you stick around for a while? Maybe go have a drink after we hit the showers?” Greg asked. “I think it’s empty, so you could just come shower with us if you wanted.”
“Ew, are you kidding me? Because nothing says ‘do me now’ like a shower in the men’s locker room with piss all over the floors and everything. No thanks.”
Abel smirked when Greg blushed. “I told you pissing in a locker room shower was gross. Do that shit at home, where you know the shower gets scrubbed once in a while.”
Greg punched him in the shoulder. “I don’t do that.”
“You don’t clean your shower? Double ew,” Allie teased.
“Yes, I clean my shower! Every week, in fact, and you’re welcome to come inspect it whenever you want. I like to be clean. I don’t pee on floors, even in the shower. I’m not a dog.”
“That true?” Allie asked Abel. “He really cleans it every week?”
Abel nodded. “Like clockwork. It’s the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Greg scowled. “My mom just taught me well. My dad wasn’t a big helper around the house, so she made sure her boys didn’t turn out the same way. Cleaning is cathartic, and like instant gratification for me. I can see that something has immediately improved, you know?”
A slow smile spread over her face. “Yeah, actually, I get that. I’m the same way with gardening and pulling weeds.”
“I thought you live in an apartment?” Abel asked.
“Well, I do for now, but I’ve been in a couple of rental houses and like to have a garden when I can. I like to watch the flowers in the summer, and all the bees and butterflies. It’s a thing for me. Cathartic, like Greg said.”
“We have a house, you know,” Greg reminded her. “It’s technically in my name, but Abel’s been there so long it may as well be his too. You could come crash with us for a while since your ex is being a dick.”
“Thanks, but I’m staying with my friend Jill.”
“Thought she was going out of town?”
“Well, I’m bouncing back and forth between Jill’s and Mads’ places.” She knew the words were a mistake as soon as they left her mouth, but luckily, all Greg and Abel did was grin. “I appreciate the offer though. I’m going to hit the showers and clean up, so I’ll see you guys later.”
She left them standing there beside the free weights, horsing around as they decided to do another set since she wasn’t going out with them. It didn’t take her long to get cleaned up and check her phone to see one last text from Mads. It said, “You’re always welcome to stay here, but come early. My roommate’s dog barks every time someone comes in the door and wakes everyone up.”
Satisfied with that, Allie turned her phone off, tossed her hair up into a messy, wet bun and left. Only to stop outside the gym in disbelief.
Greg, Abel and Bentley all sat on the tailgate of Bentley’s truck, parked on the street just outside of the gym.
“What are you doing here? Do you guys know each other?” she asked in surprise.
“Well, we do now,” Bentley said. “Apparently we all had the same idea when you said that you needed clothes and a place to stay.” With these words, he tossed her a set of keys and a small shopping bag.
“What’s this?” Allie asked in confusion. She looked down at the set of keys, one clearly a house key and the other a little less obvious. They were held together by a unicorn keychain. “What’s with all of the unicorns? Is this a joke that I’m missing?”
She opened the bag to reveal a few shirts, shorts, panties and a sports bra.
“The rest is in the truck, but I wasn’t sure if you’d be able to catch or not, so I didn’t want to throw a whole bag of stuff at you,” Bentley said with a laugh. “I was waiting out here and these two heard me mention you on the phone when they came out, so they stopped to chat.”
“And we wanted to wait to give you our stuff, too,” Greg chimed in. “Here.”
He simply held his offering out, waiting for Allie to come to him. She crossed the sidewalk and hopped up onto the tailgate between them when Greg scooted over for her. Abel was sitting in the bed, his long legs stretched out in front of him.
She opened the bag from Greg, pulling out the unicorn panties that he was wearing a copy of. He giggled like the idiot he was and she ignored him, pulling out another set with leprechauns and rainbows, then a set of pajamas. The second bag from Bentley thankfully had a few more practical items, including two more shirts, a pair of lounge pants and some socks. And more pairs of underwear, thongs this time.
“Thanks guys, you really didn’t need to do this. I think I have enough panties to last until the apocalypse now.”
“Well, we got your email about needing clothes and a place to stay and I guess we all wanted to help out,” Bentley replied. “I’ve got an extra room at my place that you’re welcome to.”
“And you all immediately thought of panties,” she muttered under her breath.
“If you decide not to stay with us,” Greg said quickly. “Which she won’t, because our place is awesome.”
“Mine’s off Lux and Second, walking distance to Sixth Street,” Bentley said casually, like it was no big deal that he was offering her a place to crash in one of the nicest parts of town. “The silver key is for my condo, and the other one is for the main door of the building.”
“What, no doorman?” Abel asked from behind them.
“He goes home at midnight. It’s a quiet building.”
Shocked, Allie just stared at him. True to his name, Bentley apparently came from money and enjoyed a lavish lifestyle. She couldn’t accept such generosity.
“Um, thanks, but I couldn’t do that. I need to get back into my place until my lease ends in a month, because my name is the only one on it and I don’t want my ex to trash it so the complex charges me. I’ll move after that so he doesn’t know where I am, but I couldn’t possibly afford to live off Lux.”
“Why don’t you just call the leasing office and get them to evict him for you?” Bentley asked.
“Because of Daisy,” she replied with a sigh. “My dog, who may or may not be part pit bull. Xander got her for me from a shelter right after we first started dating, and she’s the best. I didn’t want a dog at first, but then she was there and she’s just so sweet that I couldn’t exactly say no. I didn’t want him to take her back to the shelter, and let her think that I abandoned her. But the complex has rules about pets and I can’t tell them that I have her.”
He nodded. “You think he gave her to you so you’d keep him around, too? A dog is a lot of work.”
She wrinkled her nose, thinking about it. It made sense, in a weirdly manipulative way. “I don’t know. I don’t want to say he’s that bad, but he’s just being a dick right now. Oh, no, don’t worry,” she said, shaking her head when she saw the suspicious look Bentley gave her from the corner of his eye, “We definitely aren’t getting back together. He’s cheating on me and that’s a deal-breaker. I can put up with a lot of shit, but sneaking around isn’t OK. That’s not something I can forgive.”
“Cheating, huh? That sucks.”
She nodded and dropped the keys back into his palm, then hopped off of the tailgate. “I need to get to my friend Mads’ house. She said I could crash with her until I figure out what to do about Xander.”
“What complex are you in? Maybe I can talk to someone about the dog. My dad and I are real estate investors, and I might be able to get them to look the other way for your last month, since she’s a rescue.”
“Oh, Camden Lakes. That would be great, but I’d really like to avoid them knowing at all, if possible. I wouldn’t even mind moving early if I find someplace before then, but I need to make sure that Xander can’t get back into my apartment if I leave it empty, you know? The last thing I need is him ruining the carpet or putting a hole in the wall or something stupid like that so I don’t get my security deposit back. I just don’t know how to get him out. I was thinking about somehow talking him into letting me have some of my clothes and the dog, then calling the leasing office and telling them his name isn’t on the lease and he won’t leave. That way it won’t look like Daisy lives there.”
All three guys nodded. “That would be your best bet. When does he go to work?”
Allie rolled her eyes. “Never. He works online and telecommutes. That asshole never leaves, and it’s been almost a week already. Daisy freaks out every time she hears me, but I can’t get to her. I can only imagine how many walks he’s taking her for a day. The carpet is probably a disaster by now.”
“Are you friends with any of your neighbors so they can call you when he takes her out? Then you can go in?” Abel asked.
“No, not really. I know it sounds awful but I never really made friends with anyone because I was always so busy, and you never know when people are going to turn out to be creeps. Anyway, I appreciate the clothes and offers to crash with you guys, but I need to get going. Mads told me to come early so I don’t disturb her roommates.”
Bentley nodded, then got off of the tailgate as well. The other two were a little slower to follow his lead, but they did eventually. “All right. Well, I’ll see you the day after tomorrow for my session, then?”
“Absolutely! You guys did a great workout today, so don’t go drinking too much!” she directed the last bit at Greg and Abel. “Drink lots of water to help your muscles, I’m proud of you guys!”
Greg gave her a silly thumbs-up while Abel just waved and Bentley looked on. Turning away from the three of them, she carried her new clothes to her car, then headed to Mads’ place.
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