Page 83 of The Substitute

Ambrose: With Tobi. You took Wednesday and Thursday.

Savage: You took tonight. You can have Friday. I have a game.

Ambrose: yeah, and I thought we would alternate. I have a game too.

I figured he did, but I wasn’t going to admit that.

Savage: you snooze you lose.

I can’t bring myself to give a fuck since he’s already snatched up Tobi for tonight.

Ambrose: Why are you being a dick?

Savage: You didn’t ask me about tonight. Why the fuck do you think I should have to ask you any fucking thing?

Ambrose: It’s not about asking…

Savage: what?

I can feel him baiting me.

Ambrose: we got to find a way to make this work time wise.

Savage: Why? You’ve never wanted to get along with me, so why the fuck would I suddenly do that for you?

Ambrose: I’m trying not to be a dick here.

Savage: You’re not trying to be a dick, but you’re not trying to give me anything either. I’m not going to fucking give you a free pass when you’re not offering a goddamn thing. So stop acting like you’re trying to help me out or offer a compromise.

Ambrose: you’re going to regret not working with me.

TWENTY-EIGHT

TOBI

Hot water pounds down on my shoulders as I attempt to wake up. I need to get caught up on homework and notes. The semester just started, and I’m already behind. Again. Savage is busy with his own classes and interviews, so I’m not getting to see him as much, and Ambrose is basically just here to sleep most days.

What the hell am I doing?

Flirting with Savage, then turning around and flirting with Ambrose. It can’t last. Ambrose has already admitted to getting jealous over Savage, so it’s only a matter of time before that explodes. Someone is going to demand I choose, and I won’t be able to.

I’m playing a dangerous game and I’m going to get hurt. Ambrose and Savage probably will, too. Since I catch feelings like a virus in a kindergarten classroom, there isn’t a way this ends that I’ll be left intact. I can’t even lie to myself anymore. I have very real feelings for both of them.

My eyes close, and I let myself get lost in a fantasy. Savage behind me, a hand on my throat to keep me still while Ambrose plays with me. Both of them teasing me until I no longer have intelligible words, just whimpers and whines.

I stroke myself, quickly getting to the edge of no return, panting into the steam while imagining their hands and mouths on me, whispered words of praise and dirty promises. My body tenses as pleasure shuts down my brain, and I spill cum onto the shower floor with a ragged moan.

“If you’re going to jack off in the shower.” Ambrose’s voice, muffled through the door, makes me jump. “You should at least invite me in to watch.”

“Why do you show up at the worst possible times?” I scrub my body quickly, a little embarrassed but also amused at being caught.

“I show up at the best times.” He’s smug, and I can hear the smile in his voice as I shut off the water.

“Were you thinking of me? Of my hands on you?”

Heat engulfs my face and chest since, yeah, I fucking was, but if I want any blood to be left in my brain, I need relief before I spend time with either Savage or Ambrose.

I dry myself off and grumble under my breath as I realize I didn’t bring clothes in here with me because I was alone when I got in. Ambrose isn’t normally home at this time of the day, so I thought I was clear.