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chapter six

“I’m not sure if I expected him to push her back on the table and molest her or what I was hoping for,” Carmen admitted to Slater in the kitchen later as they changed shifts.

“It was a lovely date. They seemed to have a good time. They shared some very sexy kisses. Everyone went home to their own rooms. They’re the most boring young people in history. ”

“Thanks,” said Meredith, sipping her coffee while they discussed her sex life.

“I mean, you’ve been here nearly two weeks. In half a month, what have you done?” Carmen demanded.

Meredith glanced around the room. The large window and skylight let in a lot of natural light, since they cleared the debris from the room.

Even without cupboards and just a subfloor and bare, patched drywall, the room looked so much better than before.

“I would say we’ve done a lot,” Meredith said.

“And not everything is for your viewing audience,” said Bodie simply, catching the tail end of the conversation. “Speaking of which, I know we have a date later tonight, but Jeremiah and I were wondering if you would meet us in the bathroom before breakfast?”

Meredith scrunched her brows, taking another bracing gulp of coffee while she considered the offer. “You want to meet in the bathroom?”

Carmen sighed. “It’s the only damn room without cameras.”

Bodie pointed at her and winked. “Exactly.”

“See?” Carmen complained to Slater again. “They literally suck.”

“I’m sure they do,” replied Slater, the tone of his voice exactly what Meredith expected from a porn cameraman. “Don’t worry, we’ll catch that part on camera eventually.”

“You’re absolutely filthy,” Meredith told him, but she headed for the bathroom.

“Says the woman meeting two men in a bathroom,” pointed out Slater as a parting shot.

Bodie closed the door behind himself, and Jeremiah stood in the shower. Meredith burst into giggles. “Well, at least you guys opened the window to let in a breeze.”

“There’s no other place for us all to talk alone,” said Jeremiah with a shrug. “No guarantee the ghosties won’t come visit, but we three at least can avoid being filmed for a few minutes.”

“I get that,” said Meredith. “I just didn’t get why you wanted to talk to me alone.”

“We like you,” Bodie admitted, slicing right to the point. “So, we wanted to talk to you about what that means to each of us, and how we want to proceed moving forward.”

Meredith backed up until her back hit the wall by the towel rack. She glanced between Bodie, at the door, and Jeremiah in the shower. “Are you asking me to pick? Because no fair.”

“That’s the part we wanted to discuss with you, actually,” Jeremiah admitted, nerves cutting him off before he said more. He glanced at Bodie for support. Bodie, full of confidence as usual, picked up the ball with ease.

“We want to share you.”

Meredith blinked at them. “What does that even mean?”

Her mind had no problems with the idea, though. Immediately, she remembered imagining Bodie’s kiss, him holding her arms above her head, then stretching her between himself and Jeremiah. Her breath sped just thinking about it, in fact.

“I think you already have some idea, Red,” Bodie said, his gaze hungry as it scanned her face. “Your cheeks just flushed so pretty pink, I can see it clear down to the tops of your pretty breasts, where they’re peeking through the top of that oversized hoodie.”

Her breath trembled out, but she managed to say, “I can’t believe you just tried to pretend an oversized hoodie is even a little sexy.”

“On you?” Jeremiah asked, licking his lips slowly as his gaze also wandered over her like a physical touch.

“It is more than a little sexy. It’s so loose, all I can think about is how easily I could slip my fingers under that fabric and touch your skin.

Would it be hot for me? Are you hot for me, Meredith? ”

This time, her breath shuddered out of her as her hand came to her throat as if to hold in the needs flooding her system. “No fair. You guys are for sure cheating,” she pointed out.

“But we wanted to talk to you first,” Jeremiah explained, stepping out of the shower to come closer to her, practically crowding her into the corner. “To see if you were interested in the same thing we wanted.”

“What do you want?” she whispered, but she said the words against his lips as they brushed hers with a featherlight touch.

“We want you,” he admitted, then his hands closed around her waist, and he lifted her, sliding her legs around his waist as he took her lips and pressed her into the wall with the weight of his body. She moaned, a greedy noise as she dove under, drowning in the taste of him.

Practically drunk with needing him, she arched against his body when it felt like the room spun.

Then she realized it wasn’t the room, it was her, because Jeremiah spun her body around to press her into Bodie’s body.

Bodie’s greedy lips chased up her neck, nibbling once he got near her ear. “She tastes so damn good,” he moaned.

“I know,” Jeremiah agreed, bucking against her, which only pressed her harder against Bodie, who moaned. “I want more.”

But then Bodie caught her head by the hair at the nape of her neck, twisting her face until he could see her eyes. “You haven’t answered, Red. You haven’t said yes if you want this, too.”

“I want you,” Meredith admitted. “I want both of you.”

“Which one of you decided you should have barriers and that you wanted to be careful what you gave the cameras for free again?” Jimothy asked the next day as he patched and plastered the doorways of the living room.

Apparently, one of the former owners were wheelchair bound, leading to the ramps they had to tear out in each doorway and, since it had been a motorized chair, all of the dings and dinks in the plaster where the old man wrecked his scooter like he played demolition derby with the walls.

Meredith, on the floor where they spread out tarps to paint the edging, glanced his direction. “One of them, for sure.”

“What do you mean for sure?” he asked, daubing another spot.

“I mean, I wanted to fuck them both in the bathroom ten ways from Sunday,” Meredith admitted.

In fact, she wanted nothing more than to spread her legs for both men like the biggest slut in history.

That they were the ones protecting her frustrated her, even if part of her found it sweet.

“In their words, we’ll be out of this house in like a week and a half.

Anything we do from then on is between us, not shared for clicks or money or ad bucks. ”

Jimothy leaned on the wall, considering her carefully. “It’s so romantic, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t jealous. Not only did you get the girl, but you got both girls. Who even does that?”

Meredith laughed. “I haven’t had either of them, remember.” But she wanted them. Her body ached with needs. Instead of thinking about it or allowing her imagination to wander—again—she waved a roller at Jimothy. “And I read a rumor in the chat room about you.”

His mouth dropped open before he glanced at the camera in the corner. The cameraman of the moment, Carmen, was shadowing Jeremiah and Bodie, so the company wouldn’t have sound so long as they didn’t face the camera—in which case, someone for sure would be a lipreader in the chat. Guaranteed.

He turned his back at the camera before he said, “Which rumor? Some of them are bullshit, but some of them have at least a grain of salt, if not a brick. Spill.”

Meredith lifted the nearby towel she used for wiping up splatter to cover her mouth when she replied, “I heard you have a thing going with the host.”

“Marshall Dobbs?” said Jimothy, his back still to the camera. “That old fart?”

“So, it isn’t true, then,” Meredith said, surprised. She saw some pictures, but they could have been AI…

“Oh, it is fully true,” admitted Jimothy. “I’ve been fucking him since a month before we started filming, if we’re honest. Initially, it started because I hoped it would give me an edge. Now, I just like it when he gives me the edge, if you get what I’m saying.”

Meredith blushed, but she did. “So, it is true, then? Are you like a thing, or is it just a sex thing or…” She trailed off, since she knew situationships came in a lot of shapes and forms.

Jimothy dropped to sit cross-legged in front of her. “I think I’m going to move in with him when we finish filming. Full time. Real deal. Actual attempt at a full-on relationship, no weird rules. I’m petrified.”

Meredith blinked back tears and reached forward to grab both his hands. “You have got to tell me how that one worked out, because you’re right, he’s old and so totally doesn’t look like your type.”

“Right?” Jimothy sniffled, clutching her hands back as they leaned close to laugh and sniffle. “Love is so fucking wonderful, isn’t it?”

Meredith wasn’t sure about love, exactly, but as Bodie and Jeremiah entered through the back door, they more than caught her eye.

What was it about them that made her catch her breath?

It wasn’t just sex, though she could list, in detail, the many physical needs they weren’t yet meeting but could.

Something more, something undefined, something that kept her eyes wandering back to them even when they weren’t doing anything particularly interesting.

“Have you guys been back to the second bedroom on the second floor today?” Bodie asked them. “We worked in there til late last night, and we’ve been looking forward to showing you.”

“I know you’re not talking to me, but I’ll pretend for the sake of team spirit you do, and I’ll look later,” Jimothy said, fanning himself with a paint can lid.

Meredith laughed before she admitted, “No, haven’t been up there yet today. You wanted to show me?”

“Yeah, we did,” Jeremiah agreed, reaching down to give her a hand to her feet. “Come on. Carmen, you’re down here with Jimothy.”

Carmen, focused on the chat since there was a contest running with some of the sponsors, gave them a nod and a vague wave as they headed up the stairs.

“You want to show me alone?” Meredith asked, surprised. Other than their stolen moments in the bathroom, both men tried to avoid being alone with her since their heated exchange. They both touched her—constantly, it seemed, in small inconsequential ways to remind her they were near.

“Yep,” Bodie said. “Quick, get in the room and lock the door before it occurs to Carmen that we’re being sketchy.”

Meredith sprinted up the remainder of the steps, giggling at the idea of getting caught. Each room had cameras, so it wasn’t like they would have actual privacy, but once she got into the bedroom she spun around?—

And her breath caught. Her hand came up to cover her mouth in surprise.

The domed ceiling in that room made them think of a castle, so they painted it white to make it bright, and it gleamed over the dark teal walls and dark green trim.

Bookshelves lined one wall, and a window seat made of gleaming polished wood was decorated with overstuffed and soft pillows.

“When did you have time?” she asked, because none of the rooms were so close to completion that they could move in furniture, to her knowledge.

“We stayed up late last night,” said Jeremiah coming up behind her to stroke his hands up and down her arms. She heard the lock click, and knew Bodie got the door. “We wanted to surprise you.”

“Well, I admit it,” she said, sitting down in the window seat to look outside. From up there, it looked so scenic, not overgrown and needing work. “I’m surprised. This is stunning.”

“We took out the camera,” added Bodie.

“You what?” she asked, her gaze snapping to his face.

“Last night,” he said, approaching her like a predator. “We searched this entire room and made sure we removed every single camera. By tomorrow, they will notice and reinstall them.”

He knelt in front of the window seat, looking up at her.

“But for now,” Jeremiah added, sitting next to her on the window seat.

“For now?” she asked, going breathless.

“We have a little time to ourselves.”

With that, he pulled her close and kissed her like he did in the bathroom. But it wasn’t like the bathroom, Meredith realized, because he restrained himself before. The kiss he gave her wasn’t kind, it was teeth and needs, so she answered in kind, clawing at him, trying to get closer.

Lips began to trail up her spine, a teasing sensation that had her arcing her head back to gasp. “Bodie” she whispered, then his mouth covered hers despite Jeremiah’s arms around her body.

Before she knew it, her body lay tangled with theirs, skin brushing skin with hot needy gasps.

She knew she should ask them questions—discuss logistics, jealousy, possible future problems—but right then, she couldn’t think past the sensual storm of their hands, their nails, their teeth and tongues tracing over every crevice and dip of her body as if in worship.

One of them entered her, the slide another layer of pleasure, and her mouth opened in a gasp of surprise.

Something nudged at her cheek, and she opened her eyes to see Jeremiah posed above her, his thick cock straining in his fist as he waited.

As Bodie plunged deeper into her body, she swallowed Jeremiah’s cock on a moan.

When fireworks exploded behind her eyelids, she heard glass somewhere in the house shatter, but she didn’t stop moving to investigate the noise. Her body quaked, the orgasm leaving her trembling as the two men gasped, spent, in a pile with her.