Never said the drive would be short

“Terra and JC are boarding their flight,” Cass said. She was in the back seat, leaning towards the middle as she and Cattie rested against each other. Cattie had her head on Cassidy’s shoulder and every time I looked into the rearview mirror, back to driving for the last leg of the trip, I got a gorgeous little view of the two of them at peace.

“God, she’s got to be shitting bricks,” Cattie said, sitting up and stretching. We were all fully clothed again, the sex in the desert having gotten all the Hornies out of us for the time being, but that didn’t mean the glimpse of her tits as she pressed her chest out wasn’t just as tantalising clothed.

“She is,” Cass sighed. “I mean, we all get why she’s not breaking up with JC until tomorrow when they are home and everything is settled, but drawing it out like this has got to be its own stress.”

“Is she alright?” I asked.

“Yes, Tiger,” Cass said, smirking kindly as she reached forward and ruffled her fingers through the hair on the back of my head. “Terra is fine. She was just keeping us updated, she doesn’t need anything.”

“Too late. Hero-mode engaged,” Cattie said, putting on a silly deep robot voice.

“She also says she loves you,” Cassidy passed on.

“I-”

Both of their phones bingled with notification noises several times in quick succession, cutting me off. Cass snorted and showed Cattie her screen, Cattie not looking at her phone at the moment.

“What?” I asked.

“So do Becca, Wanda, Leia and Zenya,” Cattie chuckled. “I’m sure Ami doesn’t say the same only because she’s driving solo and isn’t checking group texts.”

Eight women. I was in, or about to be in, relationships with eight women. The joke coming out of the week was that we were all in an orgy-lationship, though that didn’t really apply. There’d been some threesomes, and even a not-quite foursome, but Terra was straight and Ami was ‘mostly straight’ so there wasn’t much likelihood of all of us ending up in bed fucking each other in an actual orgy. That being said, eight was still a fucking lot of women.

Becca was my official girlfriend along with Cattie. Leia and Zenya were… it was tough to categorize things. We were well beyond ‘fuck buddies,’ especially with the group plan to figure out how to all end up living together, but we weren’t ‘girlfriend/boyfriend’ quite yet. Leia and I had reached saying ‘I love you’ close to the end of the trip, and Zenya and I fully admitted we were falling for each other quickly once we finally connected properly and had a chance to have a deep talk. Things were even more complicated with Ami because we would be long-distance for longer. And at the peak of the Complicated pyramid were Wanda and Terra - both of whom I was in love with and who openly said they loved me back, but both of whom had to put an end to their current bad relationships.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and a moment later Cass laughed. “Zenya says to check your phone.”

“I’m driving,” I said.

“So let us see,” Cass chuckled, reaching forward.

I rolled my eyes and fished my phone out, passing it back to them. Cass knew my password and opened it, checking my texts with Cattie looking in from the side, and they both let out a barking laugh.

“Well?” I chuckled as they kept giggling.

“Zenya sent you a couple of pictures. One is of her boobs,” Cass said.

“Which, by the way, look fuckin’ awesome,” Cattie interjected.

“They so are,” my fiancee agreed. “The other picture is of Leia completely zonked out in the back seat of their car, sleeping with her mouth open, and there’s a post-it note stuck to her chin that says ‘No Entry Except Robbie’s Cock.’”

I snorted and rolled my eyes. “Tell them to take that off of her, she’ll be so embarrassed.”

“They say it already fell off,” Cattie chuckled.

More notifications, from their phones and not mine, and Cattie coughed hard as Cass sucked in a breath. “Oh fuuuuck no,” Cassidy said.

“You OK, Catherine?” I asked, glancing in the rearview mirror again.

She nodded, still coughing into her arm.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Becca, Wanda and Heels are at the airport and they saw Heather and Sherry in the same terminal,” Cass said. “And they sent a picture, you have to remind us to show you later. It’s bad.”

“What, did they get stopped by security or something?” I asked.

“No, but their sunburns are getting worse,” Cass snickered. “They look like a couple of tomato people.”

Cattie, who had been getting her wind back, started coughing all over again as she tried not to laugh. Her stated goal was to nothing Heather. She didn’t want her ex living in her head rent-free, didn’t want to even give her being hated or loathed. The flip side of that was not wanting to revel in Heather’s current misery. Sherry, on the other hand, Cattie had extremely complicated feelings over. Her younger half-sister had betrayed her in about as bad a way as she could, but for all that Sherry was an adult who could make her own decisions, she was also young and naive and being manipulated by a master cunt.

The two of them had been a hot, painful pink when they’d driven away in a huff after the end of the trip. I could only imagine the sight of them if they were even worse off now.

“Cattie, gorgeous,” I said, reaching back and rubbing her knee. “You OK?”

“Yeah,” she croaked. “Just, uh, yeah.”

“I’m just saying, a little schadenfreude isn’t horrible,” Cass said. “When it’s earned and deserved.”

“Maybe with a little more time and space,” I suggested.

“No, no,” Cattie said. “It’s funny now. I was just **** on my own spit because they really do look fucking awful.” That got me to snort and shake my head as I grinned and met her eyes in the rearview mirror. She was smiling, if a little sadly, and shrugged. Then she sighed and wrapped an arm around Cass, pulling her into a hug as she took my hand in hers from her knee. “I love you guys,” she said simply.

“We love you too, bestie,” Cass said, hugging her back.

“And we’ll love you forever,” I promised. “You’re ours now.”

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