Okay. Time for a disclaimer. I own none of the talented wonderful men in this story. If I did... Well I wouldn't just be writing about it that's for sure! I'm honestly not sure where it's headed but I feel it might be a more realistic story. Probably will be a slow-burn for the main couple, if I'm able to resist. At this point, until things are more written out, it's an OC/? story. Officially this is a Dean/OC/Roman story, Seth might possibly be involved but at this point that is up in the air.
Authors note: This one is full of stuff. Almost smut, revelations, and some feels. It's not perfected so there are probably some errors. I apologize for that.
Thankfully Rose was finally in bed. It was only nine at night, but it felt so much later. After shopping today, then spending the evening playing all sorts of games with the boys and Rose, Leecie was exhausted.
"You look like you're about to pass out. Why don't you head up to bed?" Jon offered, "I'm sure us two blockheads can manage to clean up."
"No, no, it's my house, you're my guests," she said, stifling a yawn behind her hand.
She stood and pushed her hair back, reaching out for the plates, but arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her down. Squeaking, she clutched Jon's arms and gawked at him in wide-eyed shock.
"The heck?" she asked.
"Go to bed," he said.
"I'm fi-"
"You're wobbling and your eyes keep shutting when you're talking baby girl, just go lie down," Joe added.
Warm and soft, his large hand cupped the side of her head and smoothed her hair down. Not even thinking about it she leaned into his touch. When her head started falling she jerked herself back upright and opened her eyes just to find both men staring at her with 'told-you-so' expressions.
"Fine," she sighed, "But how are sleeping arrangements working?"
"Your bed is huge," Jon said.
She felt like she was missing his point with that statement.
"Yes, and?"
He grinned and pulled her close, kissing her softly. She wanted to give in to his persuasive lips, but Joe's presence was glaring and disrupting the want.
"We can all share toots, it's big enough. Hell, the two of us have shared a freakin' full sized bed when we've had to," Jon explained.
Blinking in surprise, she looked over at Joe who shrugged.
"If you're fine with it, I am," he replied to her questioning look.
"Uh, I mean, sure?" she said questioningly, unsure of her own answer.
How could she handle laying in bed with both of them when she could hardly handle playful flirting?! Taming the anxiety kicking in her guts, she got up and headed up to the bedroom. She quickly pulled off the sweater, leaving on her comfy capris, and changed into a tank top before crawling into the bed. Just as she pulled the blankets up under her chin, the door opened again.
"You awake firecracker?" Jon asked softly.
"Mm-hmm, barely," she replied, voice thick with sleep.
She parted her green eyes and watched his lithe, shirtless, form climb into the bed next to her.
"Where's Joe?" she mumbled.
The bed dipped behind her, answering her question silently.
"Right here baby."
Jon's arm wrapped around her shoulders and pulled her to lie partially on his chest, which she happily took to. He smelled amazing, even with the slightly sweaty scent to his skin, and she nuzzled her face on his chest. Another arm wrapped around her waist and the other strong figure in the bed pressed against her back, molding to her curled up frame. Warmth spread through her body; Both physical warmth and emotional warmth. She felt safe, protected and cared for.
"Sleep well Leec," Jon said softly.
A hand stroked her hair as she tried to return his words, but her lips were too heavy with sleep and then she was gone.
…
Everything was so warm, almost too warm, but she couldn't bring herself to move away from it. Leecie groaned at the buzzing noise she was hearing in the room and simply buried herself against Jon's chest.
"Baby girl, Leecie."
"Mmph, stop," she grumbled.
He chuckled and his large hand carded through her locks, and that's when his words hit her. Jerking awake, she took a second to focus her eyes before looking up at Joe, not Jon, who was grinning sleepily.
"Good morning beautiful," he murmured.
Her tired brain took a second to process what was going on, but finally she returned his smile with red cheeks.
"Morning."
"Stop it, both of you," Jon groaned.
Her waist became pinned beneath his arm as he scooted against her black like Joe had been when they fell asleep. Essentially they had switched positions.
"Did you sleep okay? It was kind of crowded," she whispered.
"Slept great," he replied, "It was great having someone to hold again."
That made her frown slightly.
"I always thought you were married until Jon corrected me."
"Yeah, well, we weren't exactly publicizing our split, and as much as I liked you, I wasn't sure if I was ever going to see you again so it might have been pointless to tell you," he explained, gently putting pressure on the ends of her hair.
Shivering, she gave a small nod. That made a lot of sense. Why tell a random stranger you're not married? Especially one that's a fan and could sell that information?
"I understand," she finally said, "So when is it finalized?"
"It was finalized in November."
Her eyes widened in surprise. That's why he had been so openly flirty and friendly with her. The buzzing started again and she looked at the night stand in confusion.
"My phone," he explained.
She slid off his chest, farther back into Jon's arms, and Joe sat up, the blanket falling to his waist and showing off that delicious body. Eyeing him, she couldn't help but wonder just when they were going to all three have that talk. Jon distracted her from her thoughts as he swept her hair to the side.
"I can hear your brain working from back here," Jon rumbled as he pressed his mouth to the nape of her neck.
Leecie shuddered and almost whimpered but clamped down on her tongue to stop the noise as Joe spoke.
"Good morning to you too Jojo," he said with a huge smile, "Yeah, you having fun at Mimi and Papi's?"
Teeth dug into her nape and she gasped loudly, reached back and smacking Jon's hip. Joe shot them a curious look to which she just blushed and looked away.
"Stop it," she hissed.
"It's so hard to resist this sexy body pressed up against me," he muttered.
Her eyes nearly bugged out of her head as he pulled the blankets up to their shoulders and reached down, cupping her pussy and pulling her ass back against his hardening crotch.
"You're just so fucking tempting toots, an addiction. I've had this pussy and now I want it even more," he growled quietly.
Warm wetness was pooling under his hand as he started rubbing the heel of his hand into her crotch.
"Stop," she breathed again.
"Make me," he whispered.
She wanted to. It was embarrassing. Yet his voice in her ear and his hand groping her kept her from doing it. His voice was like liquid chocolate drizzled over gravel and his hands were perfect in their art.
"Want me to get you off? Just like this? Because I could totally cum humping your ass."
Leecie nearly died and threw her arm over her face, giving up.
"That's right, give in baby, you know you want it just as much as I do."
His hips started moving against her cheeks as his fingers pressed through the thin fabric of her carpis. She reached down, gripping his forearm in an attempt to restrain herself, but failed and rocked into his digits.
"Yeah firecracker, that's it, now spread your legs."
His hand grabbed the inside of her thigh as she lifted her leg and pulled it back over his legs. Cock digging into her ass, she wiggled to tease him a bit.
"Fuck," he cursed under his breath.
"Am I interrupting?"
Leecie's eyes opened wide and she made a mortified noise as she saw Joe staring at her, eyebrows lifted with an unreadable look on his face.
"Way to ruin the mood dude," Jon sighed, "I'm starting to regret bringing you here, you're cock blocking me at every turn."
Leecie literally shrunk down, hiding herself under the covers as her eyes filled with tears. Her heart was going insane, panic striking her painfully as she bit her lip until she tasted blood.
"Leec?"
"Just go, both of you," she whimpered, "Please."
She felt ridiculous. How could she have let Jon talk her into trying that with Joe right there. Chuck was right. She was nothing but a whore. Stifling a sob with her hand, she cringed as a hand tried to pull the blanket down.
"Leecie," Joe tried.
"Stop!" she snapped, "Get out! Leave me alone!"
Joe was probably disgusted by her, and Jon was probably just trying to get his rocks off as easily as he could until he went back to work. And damn was she easy. A few smooth lines, amazing kisses, and she dropped her underwear for him in an instant. Another sob came out and tears gathered on top of the hand over mouth.
"Firecracker, what's wrong?" Jon asked softly.
"What's wrong?" she cried in disbelief, sniffling loudly before continuing, "I've proved I'm just like every other ring rat fan out there. I've proved Chuck right that I'm just a whore and it hurts to realize! I should have more sense than this! But no, I just spread my legs for the first good looking guy that kissed me. I'm a ridiculous joke. Just go and leave me here to wallow and suck it all up. I c-"
"That is enough."
Joe cut her off and she went silent, not wanting to argue with him.
"You're not a ring rat, you're not a whore. That thought is a ridiculous joke. You are not," Joe said sternly.
Hands pulled again at the blankets but she held strong, refusing to let them see her at her worst.
"Come on Leecie, don't be like this. You're nothing like those ring rats. If you were, you would have tried to get one of us in bed that first night we met. Quit acting like you did something wrong. You're human, and I'm pretty irresistible if I do say so myself."
She could hear the smile in his voice with that lat statement and it actually made her smile.
"There is nothing wrong with having sex with someone."
"I know that," she sighed, "It's the fact that I keep doing things I would never do."
Wincing, she licked the wound now on her lip and decided to face the music, sitting up and uncovering her head. Cheeks burning, she looked at Jon quickly before looking back at her lap.
"I'm not the kind of woman to have sex with my daughter in the house, and we've almost done that four times since she's been back. I'm also not one to even imagine doing anything in front of someone else. I'm sorry for that Joe."
"Why are you apologizing?" he asked.
"It's gotta be disgusting, and it's extremely disrespectful and-"
"And hot?"
What? Did he actually just say that? She blinked rapidly before lifting her gaze, just to see his cheeky smile.
"Yeah, I just said it was hot," he repeated, "Something wrong with that?"
She felt like a dear in headlights, not having expected that one bit.
"See, this is why we should have had this discussion already," Jon sighed.
"What do you mean?" Leecie asked in confusion.
Joe's smile widened as he reached out, offering her his hand. She took it and was pulled quickly to straddle his lap. Her heart pounded as his gray-blue eyes stared deeply at her, as if trying to read her thoughts. It was unnerving and exciting at the same time.
"Okay, we heard it from Rose, but we wanna hear it from you," Joe said.
"Would you ever have an open relationship? With two people?" Jon continued, "We both like you, a lot. Obviously you and I have fucking wonderful sexual chemistry, and you and Joe are like lost little love birds."
Her cheeks darkened but Joe simply chuckled.
"He's right. You've captivated my interested. But before we go any farther, answer the question baby girl."
"Um, yeah, I suppose I'd be willing to try," she murmured, wringing her hands in her lap, "But are you referring seriously to being with both of you?"
"Yeah, why not? We have a little situation planned if you're open to it," Jon said, "Wanna do the honors bro?"
Joe grabbed her hands and held them in his, giving her the chance to look up at him before he spoke. His eyes were mischievous and his smile light as he spoke.
"We were thinking, Jon's kind of a whore but-" "Hey, douche!" "Anyway, me and you could be our little exclusive thing. I wouldn't see any other women as long as you don't see anyone else other than Jon."
"W-What? Why would you do that?" she asked dumbly.
"Because, I like you," he said.
"Now if you're cool with it, I'd probably still sleep with other chicks while we're out doing shows in other towns and shit, but I'd wanna come back here on some of our days off and spend time with just you. I guess you and I would be like best friends with benefits and you and Joe would be the boyfriend girlfriend couple," Jon explained, "Cause I do like you too, a lot, and if things ever got settled down and we're all still cool I could see making a real relationship out of it, but after Renee I'm hesitant to do the exclusive relationship thing."
"I understand," she said softly, "I just can't believe either of you want anything to do with me."
Her green eyes flicked between the two of them in curiosity but she was drawn into a hug by Joe quickly.
"You're more amazing than you realize," he mumbled.
She burrowed against him and bit her lip to hold in a slew of emotions pounding at her lips.
"You are," Jon agreed.
Her eyes popped open and she grinned stupidly as she saw Jon smirking a few mere inches in front of her face.
"Thank you both," she replied.
"Mmm, you can thank my properly by climbing over here and-"
"Mama! I- Ooh... Jon, Joe, why are you both in mama's bed?"
Leecie jolted up and scrambled quickly off Joe's lap, trying her best to take the flustered heat on her face.
"We shared to save blankets," Leecie quickly lied, "I'm surprised you're up this early sweetie."
"I had a bad dream," Rose said, casting her big green eyes to the floor.
"Oh, come here spitfire," Jon crooned.
Rose sniffled and climbed up onto the bed, leaping into Jon's open arms. It was such a cute sight to see her snuggling against him. Joe's hand rubbed her back as she spoke next.
"What was your dream about honey?" Leecie asked her daughter, reaching out to smooth back the wild curls.
Rose peeked out and mumbled, "Daddy hurt you."
Well, she sure hadn't expected that.
"Don't worry about that Rose. For one, daddy isn't coming around anymore. I'm sorry baby, but he isn't. And second, daddy never hit me," Leecie said gently.
"Yes he did," Rose replied sternly, frowning.
Leecie's eyes widened and she nervously cleared her throat.
"Honey, he only did it once when you were really little, you couldn't remember," Leecie insisted.
There was no way Rose had seen the only other time he had. No way in hell. She would have said something before now. Not wait until now. Panic crept slowly up her throat as Rose shook her head again.
"No mama, it wasn't that long ago. Remember, he came over really late and-"
"You were in bed," Leecie stressed, "You were, weren't you?!"
Rose blushed slightly as she shrugged and sat up, playing with her hair. Fuck.
"I wanted to come see daddy but he was yelling and being really mean to you. I- I just wanted to make sure you were okay mommy."
Crushing emotions engulfed her but she simply rubbed her eyes in an attempt to push them away.
"Why didn't you say anything before now?" Leecie asked.
"I didn't want you to be mad."
While she was incredibly furious that Rose had seen that, she understood where she was coming from.
"Honey, you know I will never be mad at you for telling the truth. I'm disappointed that you kept it from me, but I'm not mad. Just please don't keep secrets from me, okay?"
"Okay," she agreed.
The small frown was still plastered to her face so Leecie reached out and pulled her into a big hug. Over the top of red curls, she saw a stony-faced Jon.
"Rose, why don't you come down and help me make some breakfast?" Joe spoke suddenly.
Rose pulled back and looked at her mom in worry.
"You're really not mad?"
"No honey, I'm not mad," Leecie assured her, kissing her forehead quickly, "Go help Joe please."
As the two finally left the room and shut the door, she looked at Jon in concern.
"He's hit you more than once?" he asked.
