My Two Best Friends

MTB: (Part Six) Olivia

My Two Bestfriends-

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(Part Six) Olivia

“Thane,” His name was a whisper on my lips in the dead of night. A groan slipped past my lips before I could contain it, breaking the silence that had settled over the three of us after we had all climbed into Thane’s bed.

“What?” He whispered back, nuzzling my racing pulse at the side of my neck as his hand skimmed up and down the bare expanse of my thigh.

“If you don’t stop touching me, I’m going to neuter you.” I was tired, more so than I can ever remember being, but he kept touching me, teasing me, and if he didn’t stop soon sleep would be the last thing on my mind. Of course, that was probably what he wanted.

Adrian snorted from where he laid pressed against my other side. One of his arms lay beneath my head, the fingers of the other fiddling with the hem of Thane’s t-shirt where it had risen up to my navel. Did they not understand the concept of personal space?

“Now, Olivia,” Thane chided sliding his hand up my leg until it rested so very close to the aching center of my sex. “Why would you want to punish yourself like that? We all know you want it.”

I snort, cocking a disbelieving eyebrow at him. “Honey, I’ve seen you naked.” My voice lowers to a whisper. “You don’t have anything there to be bragging about.”

Thane stiffens next to me. Adrian coughs out a laugh and I find myself rolling over to bury my head against his chest to hide my smile. Teasing Thane was just too much fun!

“I was seven! And it was fucking cold!” He protested, bolting upright in the bed.

“And not much has changed.”

His face goes blank, shock widening his eyes. “I-you-that is not true!” He pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. “Why the hell are you laughing her? It’s not true!”

Adrian’s chest was shaking against my cheek under the force of his laughter. “Then why is your voice all squeaky? It only gets that way when you lie. You might as well just admit-”

“Well, at least I’ve never thrown up on a girl in the middle sex!” 

That stopped Adrian’s laughter cold but it only seemed to fuel my own until there were tears streaming down my cheeks.

“Now, wait a minute, I was drunk and… it was your fault!” Adrian bolted out of the bed, punching an accusing finger down at Thane, as he stood, half-naked and seething at the side of the bed. 

“How the hell is it my fault?” Thane grumbled jamming his own hands on his hips as climbed out of the bed as well. Well, there goes my sleep for the night. “I wasn’t even there!”

“Not physically, but believe me I could hear you running your mouth in my head…”

“So, you hear my voice while you’re fucking.” Thane shrugged. “Still not seeing how any of this is my fault.”

“You are the one who started talking about her,” Adrian waved his hand in my direction, very nearly smacking me in the face in the process. “Sister and I couldn’t get her damn face out of my head. Hence the puking!”

Thane rolled his eyes. “You’re such a pussy.”

Adrian snorted. “Like you’re any better. How long did you have to sleep with a nightlight, Thane? Thirteen, was it?”