Unlikely Lovers

Chapter15

Tyler P.O.V

The rest of the early morning was as quiet as two people who snore can be. Cait had always had a snore, and Brandon was giving her a good competition for who could snore the loudest. After being in the Marines, their snoring wasn't anything that I couldn't tune out. What I couldn't tune out was the hand that was rubbing my chest. Thankfully, it was Cait's and not Brandon's. He had his back to Cait, and she had rolled to face me. Even though she was facing me, she had a leg wrapped around Brandon. She was more flexible than I'd thought she was. I grabbed her hand and gently began licking her fingertips. The moan she let out was so sexy.

"How she reacts is so hot." Brandon's voice startled me.

"I know. I don't know how I resisted her all these years." I responded back

"UHHH! Why are you two talking about me as if I'm not here? And why are both of you crowding me in MY bed?!" Cait snatched her hand away from me and tried to escape.

"You had a nightmare and asked us to stay. I think you owe us each a kiss and a thank you." I took the lead since I knew the boundries she had.

"You do huh? I think you licking my fingers was present enough."

"What about me? You were feeling on his chest. Do I get some appriciation for protecting you too?" Brandon asked as he was nibbling on her neck.

"What do you call nibbling on my neck?"Cait asked.

"Sampling how good your skin tastes," Brandon answered.

"You both are crazy."

"No, we just know a woman like you doesn't come along every day," I tell her.

"Then why didn't you make a move before you left for basic?"

"Would you have given me a chance?" I had been worried she would have rejected me at that time.

"I don't know! Why are you asking me this now? I can't think straight with you both touching me like this." Since Brandon was still nibbling on her neck I had picked up her hand and was licking her fingers again.

"Good. It means you can't lie to me." I had moved up to her elbow.

"I was jealous of the girls who were hitting on you when we were in high school. I didn't think I would be your type, so I settled being friends with you and Victoria."

"To answer your question as to why I didn't make a move then, I felt I wasn't good enough for you yet. I wanted to be able to give you the world and I was a kid just out of high school without a dime that I'd earned. Then you met Jeremy and I was too much of a coward to risk telling you then." I'd stopped kissing her body and was looking her in the eyes as I gave her my confession.

"So how does this work? I'm pregnant and my emotions are all over the place." Brandon had stopped his nibbling to give us all a chance to be clear headed.

"I think that this type of conversation needs to be in a neutral place where we can't get too distracted," Brandon says as he starts to get up. "Ty, do you think you can manage going down the stairs or need help?"

"I think down is going to be better than up was." I hate that I'm unable to do something as simple as climb stairs.

"Okay. I'm gonna go downstairs and make breakfast for us all. Cait, take your time in a shower, we'll see you downstairs when you are ready. Please don't hide from this," Brandon said as he left the room.

" I am wanting to know what you want as well. I'll see you downstairs." I wanted to leave as gracefully as Brandon did, but my injuries made my exit a little more wobbly since I didn't have crutches to help balance my weight. At the stairs I just sat my ass down and slid from stair to stair. At the bottom, Brandon had put my crutches where I could reach them.

"I've got breakfast under control if you want to get a shower. This house has unlimited hot water so don't worry about taking any from her shower." I wanted to be in the kitchen waiting for Cait, but one sniff of my underarm had me heading to my shower.

***Cait POV

What is going on with me? Are they going to make me choose between them? What if I choose the wrong one? The thoughts were swirling around my brain as the water dripped down the drain. As the stress started to ease off of me, other thoughts started to enter my head. What would it be like to date both of them? Can they share? Do I WANT to be shared? Can I please two men? With these thoughts, images of the three of us in bed together started to swirl and made me feel aroused. Not wanting to face these new questions, I got out and dried off. Before getting dressed I checked my blood sugar. I put my hair up into a simple ponytail and headed to the kitchen.

When I got there, Brandon was finishing up breakfast and my stomach rumbled. He'd made stuffed breakfast peppers. He had me go sit at the table as he finished. He brought me my plate with a glass of milk. It was nice to be served. He told me if it wasn't enough there was more. He also made plates for him and Tyler. he put a glass of milk by each of their places as well. Ty came to the table a few minutes after I did. I could tell he took a shower, because his body wash teased my senses. Brandon smelled more like the food he'd cooked. Wow, they weren't joking about the heightened sense of smell, I thought. I was nervous that they'd start the discussion while we ate, but they kept the topics on everything else.

"Do you want anything else?" Brandon asked as we finished. I shook my head no and started to take my plate to the kitchen. He took my plate and asked me to relax.

"I'm nervous. I've never had this kind of conversation before," I confess.

"Neither one of us is going to force you into anything," Brandon tells me.

"Agreed, "Ty says. He took my hand in his and looked into my eyes.

"So, basically we need to let each other know where we stand on things," Brandon says as he sits back down from clearing the table.

That's the part I'm confused with. Do I have to choose one of you?"

"Not gonna lie; I'd like to have you all to myself, but if I have to share you with someone, I can," Tyler tells me.

"Ditto. I know you have feelings for us both. If things change, we can always sit back down and discuss it again."

"But that doesn't answer HOW we do this," I said as I hold both of their hands.

"Ah, so its the how that has you confused. Hmm, we set ground rules that we all can live with." Brandon pulled out a pad of paper and pen.

"Where did you hide that?"

"Had it on the other seat just in case we needed it," Brandon answered. "Let's get the ground rules down. I'll let you write them since my handwriting isn't legible." He handed me the pen and paper. At the top I put: Relationship Ground Rules.

"Let's make the first rule: No Secrets. No matter what." I said in a clear voice.