I love my podmates more than anything, but I will feed them to the orcas myself if they mess this up for us.
CHAPTER TWENTY: RONNIE
I’M NOT ENTIRELY SURE what kind of reaction I was looking for when I got home from my outing with Glenda, but a surly Earl demanding more security, a worried looking Darren, and both Trevor and Bryan looking apprehensive was not exactly in my top five options.
It seems like every time I find something fun, there’s some reason why I should be scared of it. I’d been so excited to show them too! Assholes.
I let out a heavy sigh and walk towards the Clubhouse. Those boys better be fully clothed when I get in there, or I’m liable to castrate them for making me apprehensive about my new ring.
Bryan reaches out and grabs my arm, twirling me until I land up against his chest. That’s more like it.
“Wanna go on a date tonight?” He asks, waggling his eyebrows mischievously. My heart beats wildly in my chest. Yes. I want to go on a date. A naked date. Please, and thank you.
Trevor steps up behind me, his chest pressing up against my back and turning me into the very happy center of a sexy manwich.
“Of course, darlin’, you heard the boss. Security is doubled. What if you went out on a date with both of us?”
I’d never been on a date with more than one man at the same time before. But boy, oh boy, am I ready to change that. I honestly don’t even know if I can handle more than one man at once. It sounds like it requires a lot of dedicated focus. And attention. Possibly flexibility. Challenge accepted.
The idea of going out with Bryan and Trevor more than makes up for Darren and Earl’s shitty moods, and all the excitement from the afternoon comes back with a vengeance.
“Hmm. OK. One condition,” I step out of Bryan’s embrace and wink at them both playfully. “You make this a real and proper date. I’ll get dressed up. You pick me up at the gate. We go have dinner, and then we’ll get a drink, and then we’ll dance. If we’re doing this, I want the whole package.”
They look at each other and then turn their scorching looks on me.
“Honey, you can have whatever packages you want,” Bryan reaches out and brushes my cheek with his hand.
Bingo. Goosebumps erupt all over my skin.
Trevor brings my hand up to his mouth and presses a sweet kiss into my palm. “Your wish is our command,” His voice is husky and it is doing things to me. Delicious, sinful, naughty, naughty things. I want every last one of them.
“We’ll pick you up at eight sharp, Ronnie,” Bryan caresses my cheek once more and then they both turn and walk back into the Clubhouse, leaving me a melty pile of need in the yard. Hot Damn. I have a date!
I COME BACK DOWNSTAIRS at exactly 7:58 P.M. One panicked call to Glenda sorted out a dress for tonight, and I am bubbling with excitement. The dress Glenda came up with is perfect. Black and white polka dots cut in a vintage style. The sweetheart neckline lets me drop my ever-present Matestone back down my cleavage and I feel like a pin-up model. I pair my dress with my favorite pair of Converse rather than heels and let my hair air dry. When I sweep the waves off my face and pin them to the side, you can just see the hint of aquamarine in my peekaboo highlights. Two coats of red lipstick labeled “Sinful Nights” later and I am ready to go.
Waltzing through the common area, I hear a low whistle and I preen a little bit, whirling around to face my admirer. It’s Darren and he is looking at me with such admiration and affection that I feel a blush creep up my neck.
“You look stunning, Ronnie. I hope you have a great date with Trevor and Bryan tonight! Go have fun! You deserve it!” Yes, Daddy.
The complete lack of jealousy between the men still throws me for a loop. I don’t care how many times they explain that they are interested in me as a mate for their pod-unit and not just as individuals, I still have this fear in the back of my mind that maybe it’s all a trick.
Could I really be destined to be in a relationship with four men? Adam used to get mad if I even talked to a male co-worker for too long at a company event. Yet, here I am face-to-face with a sexy man in his kitchen and he’s sending me off to have a good time with his best friends/podmates. Reason #395 why taking out the Adam-trash was one of the better ideas I’ve ever had. As insecure as I might feel about a potential polyamorous arrangement, or whatever the shifter pod version is, I love the freedom to have these experiences without fear or judgement.
I give Darren a bright smile and move towards the door, but he pulls me back and frames my face with his hands.
“Hey. Looked like you were overthinking this a little too much,” he smiles down at me with that perfect crooked grin and I want to climb him like a tree. Again. It’s becoming a problem.
“I want you to know this. Listen to me, ok, sweetheart? I happily send you off with my podmates with my blessing because this is how we do things. We share our mate, and I’m happy that they get to spend time with you. But never, for a moment, think that the happiness I feel towards them lessens the fact that I want you too. I know these feelings are hard for you to understand, but know that when I look at you? I see an incredibly sexy, strong woman
