The Spare Girl [M/F/F]

Chapter 36

The house wasn’t a house. It was a f*****g mansion.

It stretched on the large hill, tall and wide, windows as large as my car in the front. The small garden in the front went around the sides of the white mansion, making it look like it went on forever. My jaw dropped as I stopped in front of the metal gate. There was a fountain in the front with a round about surrounding it. The water sparked in the bright sun. Even when we were in the turning point of autumn, it beat down with hot rays. I raised my hand to block out its hot beams. The thick shirt I wore seemed too much now. Cooking in my car with the windows down, I felt like I was out of my league here. Dressed in a button down shirt, jeans, and black converse, I looked like I’d just graduated from high school. Not like I was about to graduate from college and begin working in the real world.

But I swallowed down the last of my fear. We’d—or rather I—had gone through this before. A few times actually. They wanted me. As much as it seemed like that was too crazy to believe, I had to accept it. That didn’t mean that I had to want them back though it was evident by the way my body reacted that I at least found the situation a little arousing.

Alright. A lot arousing. If that even made sense. 

The intercom clicked on as I rolled up to the gate. I jumped at the buzzing sound. I hadn’t seen it because I was too focused on the layout of the place. It was going to be a while before I got used to seeing a place that looked like it had been ripped straight from a movie. Was it even possible that a professor and a freaking manager lived in such a place?

One of them had to be from money. That was the only logical reason why they were so f*****g rich.

Something irked me about that. I pressed my lips together, eyes twitching for a second as I thought about how stuck up Amelia had been. I would put my money that the money came from her side of the family. She just seemed like the spoiled type that needed to be knocked down a few pegs.

“Good morning, Julie.”

I jumped once more. This was starting to become a habit.

I cleared my throat and then adjusted myself in my seat. My hand clenched at my thigh as I leaned forward. “Morning. Are we going to discuss things here or are you going to let me in?”

Nate laughed. The crackling of the speak couldn’t drone out how attractive it was. The deep tremble of his laugh melted away some of my stress. I grabbed onto the last of my irritation. It was harder than I liked to think to keep my grasp on it. I wanted to hate him so much, but he was pulling away my layers. At least I still had the ability to push Amelia away when I wanted to.

The intercom clicked off. The gate opened.

When I sat back in my seat, I took one last deep breath. This was it. I was taking a step into a new world.

It didn’t feel as big of a deal as I thought it would. As much as I wanted to say that this would be the most nerve wracking thing I’d done this entire month, the most nerve wracking thing had been—

I bit my lip. My car lurched as I pressed down too hard on the gas pedal.

Melanie’s smile flickered in my memory. The smell of her hair and the soft touch of her hands on my body. The night we shared with Nate and how she’d gone down on me, flicking her tongue on my c**t, fingers pressing inside me—

I pressed my hand against my p***y to relieve some of the building pressure. There was no way that I was stepping inside this house like this when there were two wolves inside that wanted to devour me.

Correction. They wanted to bend me over and f**k me.

A shiver went down my spine.

I didn’t know where I should park so I just picked an empty spot in front of the front door. They could say something if it bothered them. 

As if karma was around the corner, I was reminded of Mel. 

She would have done the same thing right now. She didn’t give a f**k about what other people thought about her. She knew that she was attractive and knew that she could have almost anyone drooling for her. I just never thought that her feelings for me were so deep. 

Or that she had any interest in women.

The night I’d turned her down in my bedroom had been the most nerve wracking thing. Saying no felt wrong in so many ways. Like I was turning down a part of myself.

I really didn’t know what to think about that. Or how I should go about things when we finally had to face one another. That was for another time. First, I had to figure out this thing between me, Nate, and Amelia.

God. What had I’d gotten myself into?

I slammed my car door shut just as the front door opened.

Nate stepped out. As usual, he looked good. His face was freshly shaven, making him look five years younger than he did the other day. Oddly enough, I thought it would creep me out that it showed that he was older than me. They both were. Both in their thirties, they weren’t old enough to be my parents, but there was a generational disconnect. They grew up in a very different time than I did. 

I slipped my hands into my pockets, walking up to him as a blush spread up from my chest and to my face. I looked down.

He was dressed down. The gray t-shirt and jeans was casual. It lessoned my uncertainty.

“Getting cocky, aren’t we?” A smile pulled at his lips. He crossed his arms and leaned against the column on the small porch. “Where’d that spitfire go I was just talking to?”

My face burned even more. I tucked my hair behind my ear and tried to avoid his eyes. They felt like they were all over me at once. Like I couldn’t escape from them. 

“I was under the impression you wanted my body, not my personality.”

He raised a brow.

Then, Amelia stepped out.