Chapter １７

No one speaks, but what would that accomplish? When Darren looks at my face, he starts to get it. He gives me a small smile and tells me not to worry. Then he looks at Milo and his huge cock. "Get over here."

They almost hit each other when they meet at the edge of the bed. Milo throws him back onto the bed, and their hands are all over the place. They were touching, holding, and trying to pull each other closer.

Just seeing them makes my chest feel tight. We could have lived like this. If we had known what we wanted sooner. If Milo was willing to listen. If we hadn't made a mess of this. If, if, if.

They push against each other, but it isn't enough. When Milo finally looks up, I'm already holding the bottle of lube. I quietly hand it to him, and he points to a spot on the mattress next to them. "Grace, come here."