She has also returned to calling me out every time my mind wanders, whether it’s sex related or not, because Leo knows me better than anyone else so she can almost feel when my mind is elsewhere. Which is great for helping with my OCD and random panic attacks since it means she tries to accommodate before things get out of hand.
And it doesn’t bother her that I spend a decent chunk of time thinking about fucking her. Or Pete. Or that ultimate goal. As a matter of fact, Leo likes it when I tell her what I was thinking, and I like to do it because it usually leads to sex.
“How’d you know this time?”
“You’re flexing your fingers in time with the beat ofThe Bad Touch.”
I laugh as I stop and pull her into me. “God, I love you.”
“I love you, too.” She buries her face in my chest and breathes deep before mumbling into my pecs. “I’m sorry for complainingso much. I know you’re just trying to help and I’m resisting at every turn.”
“Not really. You’ve been far more compliant than I thought you would be but I also don’t want to push you into anything.” She snorts but doesn’t move and I’m sure she’s rolling her eyes. “Ok, I’m pushing. We’re all pushing, I just don’t want us to push too hard. I want everything to happen at the pace you’re comfortable with because we have been through a lot, you have been through even more, and I don’t want you to regret letting us back into your orbit.”
Leo tilts her head back and rests her chin on my chest. “The only regrets I have when it comes to you are waiting thirteen years to tell you I’m in love with you, and shutting you out completely for three of those. I will never regret any time spent with you, Lucky, and I can say the same about the rest of our boys.” Then she smirks and hugs me tighter. “Except for maybe when you make me go shopping for clothes.”
“Shut up.” I laugh and lean down to kiss her.God, I love kissing her.“And now that you’ve brought us back to the task at hand, we need to get moving.”
“Ugh,”Leo dramatically groans. “Can’t you just pick out everything for me and do this by yourself?”
“Nope. You are going shopping, you’re going to try things on and we are not leaving until you have at least a week’s worth of clothing, including underwear.”
“But—“
“I know, you don’t like underwear.” With a shit eating grin, I turn and start leading her toward the shops she has bookmarked in her browser at home. “I don’t have a problem with that, hell, Pete and I benefit from it regularly but now that you’re our girlfriend, I refuse to allow you to leave your loft without any on. I know it’s your tits I’m most concerned about but you can’t wear a bra without panties, and that means you have to buy both.”
Leo stops in the middle of the sidewalk, jerking my arm back, making me turn toward her and I immediately start to panic.
Why did she stop so fast? Does she feel ok?
This could be anxiety related, or it could be a diabetic thing. She could be getting ready to black out or bolt back to her place.
Oh fuck, what if it’s a diabetic thing?
“What did you just say?”
I look up from digging through her backpack for her chewables because yes I’m wearing her backpack and it’s loaded with all the things she could possibly need while away from home. “What?”
“Just now. What did you say?”
“Uhm... you have to wear underwear?” Great, it’s adon’t be an asshole Lucky, I’m an independent womanbullshit thing. Bullshit because she knows better with us and it’s never that.
But Leo shakes her head “Not that. What did you call me?”
My brows fly up to my hairline. “Our girlfriend?”
“Yeah, that.”
“You don’t want me to call you that? I mean, I know it feels kind of stupid to say since we’re in our thirties, and in a polyamorous relationship. It feels weird referring to Pete as my boyfriend, too, but I love you, he loves you, and you love us. You’re ours, we’re yours, but I’m not really sure what else…”
Leo smiles as she walks over to me, sliding her hands up under my shirt as soon as she’s in range, putting us skin to skin and sending a shiver up my spine. “Stop babbling, Lucky. I just wanted to hear you say it again.”
There it is right there.
Thatis the kind of shit that made me fall in love with her so fucking hard over the course of a decade. This woman has crawled her way under my skin and burrowed a nest into my soul, and that kind of shit doesn’t go away.
Which is why we areneverfucking letting her go again.
Wrapping my arms around her and grabbing a healthy handful of her ass in both hands, I grin as I dip my head and brush her lips with mine. “Is that what does it for you? Calling you ourgirlfriend? I could have sworn it wasour good girl.” Leo sucks in a breath when I nip at her lips. “Pretty sure that’s what made you come in the back of the van. Iknowit’s what made you come when we spit roasted you this morning. You remember, don’t you, cakes? Pete’s cock in your pussy, mine in your mouth. He pushed that dildo into your ass”—I squeeze her cheeks to emphasize what I’m saying—“and we both groaned about how much of a good girl you are. But if you’d rather we only call you ourgirlfriend…”
