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I could hear Wynonna from the opposite end of the hallway as she plodded back inside from her latest trip out to her truck. She’d spent the entire morning helping me load up her truck with all of my stuff from my dorm room. In exchange, I promised to reward her with lots of whiskey.
With a low groan, she wearily hurled herself face down on my bed, which had been stripped down to the bare mattress at this point.
“God damn it, Waverly,” she grumbled, eventually managing to roll herself over to sprawl out on her back. “How did you manage to fit so much shit in such a small space?”
Snickering softly, I rolled my eyes and proceeded to pack my suitcase with neatly stacked piles of folded clothes from my dresser, occasionally glancing over to watch her chest rise and fall with her heavy breathing as she laid motionlessly in a sweaty heap.
“You know, I really don’t think it’s a smart idea to lie down on that mattress without some kind of protective barrier,” I cringed. “I truly question how sanitary it is.”
“I’ve laid on worse,” she mumbled nonchalantly.
I laughed. “Ew, Wynonna.”
“I do think you might be a tiny hoarder, Waves. This may call for an intervention.”
“Chrissy has way more shit than I do!” I countered defensively.
“Hey!” Chrissy swiftly popped her head out from the closet. “Not true!”
“Should we warn Nicole she’s gonna need to get a storage unit?” Wynonna asked.
“You’re so dramatic,” I scoffed, reaching down to chuck one of my flip flops at her.
She let out a startled yelp as the foam sandal smacked her face with a thwap, and immediately hoisted herself upright.
“You’re a little bitch, Waverly Earp,” she hissed, glaring at me from across the room.
“But I’m your little bitch,” I lilted, zipping up my luggage. “And you love me.”
“Unfortunately,” she sighed, rolling her eyes with a smirk. “Are we just about done here? We still gotta bring all this shit to Nicole’s.”
I nodded. “Yeah, I think we’re good to go.”
“I know it’s technically only move-out day for the on-campus dorms, but Rosita and Eliza are moving out from Nicole’s today too, right?” Chrissy asked.
“Yeah. They started a lot earlier, though, so I’m assuming they’re all done by now,” I said. “Do you need us to help you with anything before we leave, Chris?”
“I’m all set, but thanks. My dad should be here any minute.”
“Nedley!” Wynonna chirped. “Tell that old geezer I said hello.”
“Will do,” Chrissy chuckled. “Hey, Waves, that reminds me,” she hummed. “My dad said I can use the lake house next week and invite a few friends. Are we still on for our annual summer lake house festivities?”
My face lit up immediately. “Yes!” I squealed.
“Oh, I’m so in,” Wynonna beamed.
“Chrissy said a few friends, Wy,” I said.
“Your point?” she huffed. “Are we not friends, Chris?” she asked incredulously, lifting a hand to her chest as if she were offended. “I used to babysit you and Kyle, you know. That should count for something.”
“You can come, Wynonna,” Chrissy laughed. “Doc too, if he wants.”
Wynonna smiled happily. “You’ve always been my favorite Nedley, Nedley.”
With an exhausted huff, Wynonna swung her legs off my bed and fished around her pocket for her keys.
“Guess I should make sure none of those little traffic narcs towed my truck. You ready to go, Waves?”
“Yeah, I’ll be right there.”
“Alright. See you next week, Chrissy,” she lilted before she practically skipped out the door.
“Chrissy,” I sighed, shooting my best friend a pointed look. “Did you really just invite my sister?”
“Yeah, sure,” she laughed, shrugging her shoulders. “Why not?”
“She’s just…” I paused, pursing my lips. “You know she can be a wild one.”
“Aw, come on, Waves. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, you know.”
“What?”
“You can be pretty wild yourself,” she laughed. “It must be an Earp thing.”
I blushed, shaking my head.
She nodded. “Once you let that hair down,” she hummed with a wink.
“Whatever,” I shrugged cheekily before I swiped my phone off my empty desk. “I’ll text you later? We can nail down logistics?”
“Yass, girl,” she grinned. “Hey, it’s been fun living together, bestie.”
“Stop! Don’t make me cry,” I laughed, pulling her into a hug.
She chuckled softly, tightening her grip around my shoulders. “You’ll always be welcome to drop by our room. You know that, right?”
“Definitely,” I nodded. “And the same goes for you guys.”
“Yeah, for sure. As long as it isn’t while y’all are getting it on,” she smirked, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Getting it on?” I yelped.
I immediately felt my cheeks flush as she tilted her head back in a hearty laugh.
“You better go before Wynonna gets pissed,” she snickered. “Go tell bae I say hey.”
I grinned with a nod and wheeled my luggage out to the blue and white pickup that’d fortunately still been idling outside my building. Wynonna was fast asleep in the driver’s seat, mouth half open. Snickering mischievously, I tip toed over to her window and rapped on it hard with my knuckles as I bellowed, “Campus police!” in my lowest, gruffest voice.
She yelped as she awoke a startled mess. Instantly realizing it was only me, the bewildered expression on her face quickly turned to wrath.
“Get the fuck in the car, Waverly!” she snarled without bothering to roll down the window.
With a smug grin, I strolled around to the other side of the truck and hopped in beside a very irritated Wynonna.
“You’re a tiny devil on two perfectly toned, tan legs,” she mumbled, shifting the car in drive. “You’re lucky I don’t just leave you here on the side of the road and put all this shit up on eBay.”
I shot her an innocent smile.
“Just remember I’m your favorite sister?” I chirped sweetly.
“You’re my only sister,” she quipped, reaching down to turn on the radio.
It wasn’t long before we were pulling up to the white colonial I’d now be calling home. A huge smile naturally spread across my face as I watched the front door promptly swing open and my favorite redhead appear within the doorway, giving us a Waverly Earp-worthy smile and wave. I blushed, waving back while Wynonna shifted the truck into reverse. Nicole scurried down the front steps to meet us while Wynonna backed us up into the driveway.
Her red locks were pulled high in a messy bun, and she was looking hot as always in her burgundy Purgatory College sweatshorts and a tight, light gray racer tank.
“Hey, Haughty,” Wynonna greeted airily. “Hope you got plenty of storage.”
“Huh?” she asked, quirking an inquisitive eyebrow at me.
“Shh, don’t listen to her,” I murmured, bunching the ribbed material of her tank top in my fists.
She nodded compliantly, chuckling softly as she wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned down to capture my lips in a delicate kiss.
“You excited to move in with me?” she asked, bouncing her eyebrows playfully.
“And have home cooked meals prepared by my own private chef?” I swooned. “You know it.”
“Yup,” she nodded, laughing breathily. “Pretty much.”
I grinned, tugging her shirt to pull her back in for another kiss. “I’m just kidding,” I murmured. “I’m beyond excited to be moving in with you, baby. I love you.”
“I love you,” she murmured against my lips with a smile before she gave me another quick peck.
“Will you two stop sucking faces for like five seconds? I’m right here,” Wynonna groaned. “If we start moving Waverly’s crap now, maybe we’ll finish up by dinner time.”
Nicole glimpsed at Wynonna questionably. “Wynonna, it’s only noon.”
“Right,” she nodded.
“Shut up, Wy!” I scoffed, slapping her arm.
Cackling like a damn hyena, Wynonna walked over to pop open the tailgate.
“Come here, Haughtstuff. I volunteer you as tribute to carry the heavier boxes for us, considering you’ve got more muscles than me and Waves combined.”
Nicole laughed loudly, wiggling her eyebrows at me with a big, cocky grin before she went to join Wynonna by the truck. She obediently picked up a large box Wynonna pushed in front of her.
I bit my lip, observing as my girlfriend stacked another box atop the one Wynonna had given her and effortlessly carried them both towards the front door.
The spectacle of her engaged muscles rippling throughout her upper body could have brought me to my knees. Everyone knew Nicole was strong - it was common knowledge. Like, sexy, superhero strong. Honestly, she could walk off the street right onto the set of a Marvel movie and nobody would bat an eyelash.
I couldn’t help but objectify her. But in my defense, she makes it too damn easy. Not only does she love a good opportunity to show off, but she very much knows the effect she has on me. Whether she’s carrying a bunch of heavy boxes, or she’s effortlessly hoisting me up around her waist to back me up against a wall or lift me up on the counter…
“Earth to Waves,” Wynonna hummed, tearing me away from my thoughts.
I shook my head, rubbing my flushed cheeks as I jerked my head towards Wynonna.
“Here,” she said, rolling my luggage towards me before she shot me a concerned look. “Shit, baby girl, you look flushed. Are you dehydrated?”
“I, uh, maybe?” I stammered.
“Go grab yourself a bottle of water, and a beer for me while you’re at it? It’s hot as balls out here. I’m sweating like a whore in church.”
“Sure,” I nodded. “Be right back.”
I wheeled the luggage up the front walkway and through the door just as Nicole had been bent over a box within the living room. She glanced up, noticing she currently had an audience, and with a cheeky smirk, she moseyed over to where I’d been shamelessly checking her out.
I swallowed hard, feeling my breath hitch as she stepped in closer, instinctively causing me to back up against the wall behind me.
“Waverly Earp,” she scoffed playfully, resting her forearm above my head as she gazed down at me with darkened eyes. “Are you objectifying me?”
I hummed, nodding my head as I traced her neckline with my fingertips. The material was dampened ever so slightly from sweat. Chewing my lower lip, I took in the view with hooded eyes, admiring the crimson blush that had spread across her chest and up her neck, and how gloriously her push-up sports bra had accentuated her cleavage.
“Yes, I am,” I husked, sweeping my palms over the swell of her breasts before I skated my fingertips down her stomach, feeling the faint outline of her abs through the fabric.
I glanced up just in time to watch her tongue dart across her lips.
“Baby,” she warned in a soft whisper as I tucked my fingers inside the thick band of her cotton shorts and gave the material a subtle tug.
Her hips bucked forward, pressing flush against mine as she seized my lips in a lingering kiss. With a quiet moan, I opened my mouth to deepen the kiss, brushing my tongue gently against hers.
Wynonna let out a disgusted groan from a few feet over within the doorway. “Hey, PDA! Focus!”
Nicole laughed, grabbing my hand to yank me past Wynonna and back outside towards the truck.
I managed to behave myself while we unloaded the rest of the truck. Given the busy day all three of us had, we were in dire need of sustenance by the time we finished a little after three o’ clock. Before dinner time, proving Wynonna wrong. We cracked open some beers and piled into the living room to hang out while we waited for our pizza delivery to arrive.
Wynonna made a beeline for the coffee table, swiping the remote off its surface before she jumped back onto an oversized recliner chair. Pulling the lever on the side, she extended the footrest and kicked her feet up to relax as she searched for something to put on.
Nicole sprawled on the chaise of the couch, her favorite spot, and folded her arms up behind her head. I curled up beside her on my side, resting my head on her chest. She hummed contentedly, dropping one of her arms from behind her head to drape around my back instead. Sighing happily, I nuzzled deeper into her chest.
I could definitely get used to this.
Wynonna ultimately settled on Friends, a crowd pleaser. “Baby girl,” she said, taking a swig from her beer. “Tell Nicole about the lake house.”
“Oh yes,” I grinned, having completely forgotten about the plans we’d discussed earlier with Chrissy. “Come with us to Chrissy’s lake house next week?”
Nicole gasped dramatically before a smirk spread across her face. “The Nedley’s famous lake house?”
“Mhm,” I smirked.
“I’ll need to check my calendar, but I think I can make it work,” she hummed.
“You better,” Wynonna huffed.
“Nobody’s gonna do anything too crazy, though, right?” Nicole asked tentatively. “I wouldn’t wanna do anything that would put me on Nedley’s shit list before I’ve even started working with him.”
“Nedley’s been having us over at his lake house for years!” I said. “Literally since we’ve been kids.”
“You have nothing to worry about, Haught,” Wynonna said. “Everybody knows how much of a goody two shoes you are.”
Our ears suddenly perked up at the sound of the doorbell ringing.
“I got it,” Wynonna said, lazily rolling off the recliner before she shuffled towards the front door.
With a mischievous smirk, I took full advantage of the sliver of privacy we currently had, and leaned up to press my lips against Nicole’s before I started scattering kisses down her neck.
“Please come. It’ll be fun,” I lilted. “I promise we won’t do anything to get you in trouble.”
“Alright,” she nodded. “Honestly, I’m looking forward to it. I mean, you’ve told me such great things,” she smirked.
“Haught, do you got any cash for tip?” Wynonna asked, poking her head back inside. “I told him you did.”
With wide eyes, we stared blankly at the random man clutching a box of pizza who followed Wynonna inside the house and stared back at us from within the foyer.
“I, uh, yeah, hold on…” Nicole stammered, glancing at me with a confused look before she jumped off the couch and went to go fetch her wallet.
“Nice place you got here,” he complimented Wynonna.
“Oh, I don’t live here. My lesbo sister and her girlfriend do,” she said, casually pointing over at me on the couch.
“Hi, there,” he murmured, giving me a warm nod.
I blushed, silently shooting Wynonna eye daggers.
“Here you go,” Nicole chuckled awkwardly, handing some cash to the stranger.
“Appreciate it,” he hummed as Wynonna nearly tore the pizza box out from his hands.
Nicole couldn’t have locked the door behind him any faster.
With a content yet totally oblivious smile, Wynonna strolled back into the living room and tossed the pizza box into the center of the coffee table, immediately opening it up to grab herself a slice before she resumed her position on the recliner.
“Wy, you’re ridiculous,” I sighed, snatching a slice of pizza for myself. “What if he was dangerous?”
”He was like…sixteen.”
”So?”
“He needed a tip.”
“Here’s a tip,” Nicole quipped. “Don’t invite strange men into our home.”
A warm blush spread across my face.
Our home.
“Fine…Dad,” Wynonna muttered, mid-chew, voice muffled with pizza. “Yeah, you really are the dad…” she mumbled pensively before she took another bite.
My face blushed even harder as Nicole coughed.
“So, this lake house situation, huh,” Nicole chuckled timidly, taking a bite of pizza. “Are we sure it’s not gonna be too wild?”