Too Hard To Choose

Chapter Five- A heads up would have been nice!

Violet

I had managed to focus back on my book after the guys left, distracting myself from all the naughty thoughts I had in my head about all three of them! What is the deal with that? Why am I having dirty thoughts about three different men at one time? I didn’t even know my brain could do that.

“Hey, you made it.”

The sound of Alison’s excited voice grabs my attention. I pick a cushion up from the bed and toss it at her.

“You could have given me the heads up,” I whine.

“Oh, you have met the guys then?” she laughs.

“Yes! Why didn’t you warn me they are all so damn sexy and flirty? A warning would have been nice. Today has been torture.”

Alison laughs loudly and comes over to sit on the bed next to me, “All three of them? You are attracted to them all?”

“Yes. It would seem so! I have never had so many s****l thoughts in my head at once. Arlo especially, he has trouble written all over them.” I groan and run my fingers through my hair.

Alison finds the entire thing hilarious, “Hey, they are into sharing, so if you really want to live out the fantasies in your head, they will happily oblige.”

I shake my head and glare at her, “Yes, they informed me how they like to share. I will not go there. I am not the type to do it. I don’t even think I could be with two men at once, never mind three.”

The heat rises on my cheeks when I say it, and the familiar tingling stirs between my thighs again, and I squeeze them together.

“Wow, even the thought of it is turning you on. You should go for it. Live a little, have some fun.” She smirks.

“No!” I exclaim.

“You are right about Arlo; he is trouble. You should watch out for him. They are all the same, but he is a little worse.” She says.

“I will. They are away to get a drink because they decided tonight, the five of us are having drinks and food to celebrate my moving in. There is cash there for pizza.”

“I am up for that. I need to shower and change. Can you order pizza on the app?”

I nod, and she disappears to shower. I ordered two cheese pizzas, one pepperoni and a BBQ chicken, along with two sides of fries and some mozzarella sticks to be delivered in an hour. I am sure that is more than enough for us all.

I should maybe change too since my plan to hide in here most of the night has changed. Nothing fancy, denim shorts and a top. It will do. I climb off the bed and find what I am looking for. I strip out of the clothes I have on and pull a bra on since I didn’t have one. It wasn’t noticeable with the oversized tee.

I pick my top up, and before I have a chance to put it on, the bedroom swings open, and Tyson comes in. When he sees I am standing in only my underwear, he takes a second to run his eyes over me. I squeal and quickly pull the top on.

“Do you not know how to knock?” I snap.

He chuckles, “Sorry. I will remember for next time.”

“Please, do. Is there a reason why you are here?”

“Yes, I just wanted to tell you we are back.” he smiles sweetly.

“Okay. Alison is in the shower. Food will be here in less than an hour. Now, can you please leave so I can finish changing?”

He doesn’t move, not to start with. Though once he gave me another once over, he nodded and exited the room, closing the door behind him. I have a gut feeling these things are going to happen more often than I would like. I am sure I will get used to it. It is bound to happen when there are five people sharing one place.

I quickly pull the rest of my clothes on, including knee-high fluffy socks to keep my feet warm and a cardigan. I am terrible for always being cold. I hate being cold, so I like ensuring I am wrapped up. I quickly fix my hair, take a few deep breaths, and stroll through to join the guys. I will walk in confidently and act like I haven’t been having naughty thoughts about them all.

Alison should be through soon. Tyson and Parker are on the sofa. I see Arlo in the kitchen, making drinks by the looks of things.

“Hey, baby girl,” Parker smirks.

I stop in front of them, folding my arms over my chest, “Why do you all insist on calling me everything other than my name?”

“Because we want to. You should get used to it.” Tyson winks.

I roll my eyes and disappear to the kitchen, “Hey, do you need a hand?”

“Hey, kitten, yeah, can you grab five shot glasses from the cupboard, please?” he asks sweetly.

Violet! What is so hard to call me by my name?

I nod, and he tells me which one they are in. I reach up to grab them and feel his eyes burn into my ass as I do. I am not surprised. I take them out, turn around, and when I do, Arlo is only inches from me. He is close enough; the warmth of his breath tickles my cheek. I swallow hard and lick my lips.

Arlo smirks, taking them from me, “Thanks, gorgeous.”

I expect him to back away, but he doesn’t. He stays close.

“Have you calmed down yet? Or are your hormones still racing?”

The tone in his voice when he asks is low and seductive.

“I-I-I don’t know what you mean.”

I try to sound confident, but my shaky voice gives me away.

“Yes, you do. You want me. I think you want all of us.” he rasps.

I try to defend myself, but no words come out, only a soft whimper.

A devilish smile rises on his lips, “All you need to do is ask.”

He pulls away and goes back to making drinks like nothing happened. I take a second to pull myself together. I notice he has a few shots poured. I rush over, grab one, take it and then a second before leaving the kitchen. Arlo laughs from behind, knowing fine well why I need those drinks.

I chose to sit on the chair rather than the space between Parker and Tyson.

“Why are you sitting over there? You can come squeeze in here.” Parker smiles.

I shake my head, “I am okay here. Thanks.”

The guys look at each other and then at me, both having the same knowing smile on their lips. Why do I need to be so damn easy to read? I need to practice my poker face.

Arlo joins us, setting a large tray on the table. It has the shots on it, plus other drinks. He takes the space between the other guys.

“Ladies first.” he encourages.

I don’t need to be asked twice. I take another shot and, after, reach for a scotch on the rocks. I will need a lot of drinks tonight if I want to make it through.

“Oh, shots. Give.” Alison gushes as she joins us.

Tyson hands her a shot, which she takes. She grabs a beer from the tray and comes to sit on the arm of the chair I am on. I scoot over to one side, and she slides in beside me.

“You three better stop torturing my best friend.” She warns, waggling her finger at them.

“We aren’t doing anything.” Parker protests.

“Bullshit! Leave her alone, or I will kick all your asses.”

They all nod, but when they do, each has a naughty little smile on their lips. They do not plan on doing as they are told. God help me!