Chapter 19

Grant and Tiffany arrived home just after Abi, Fiona and Becky. Thankfully, they’d not had any real trouble with Dean and his goon squad. They’d made a few comments and threatened him and the girls again, this time including Becky and Abi, but the creamery’s store manager came out to ask if there was a problem and Grant had used the time to leave without having to fight. He’d not even let the encounter upset him until Dean had followed him into the parking lot. “Enjoy the high life while you can, Grant. I can tell you that things are going to return to normal soon.” Grant laughed as he and Tiffany were riding away. When Tiffany asked what was so funny, he responded. “They say the definition of insanity is to do the same thing over and over the same way while expecting different results. How crazy is Dean if he thinks everything can ever just go back to how they were?”

Tiffany squeezed him around the middle. “What do you mean?”

“Think about it. Even if they can make the total mess with you and your cheerleading friends go away, things can’t go back to the way they were. The blackmailing of the squad into being the players’ and staff’s toys is known now. Parents, and other students wouldn’t allow it. So that can’t go back to how it was and how many of the cheerleaders are still with the guys they were with last week?”

“About half. There were a few who made an actual connection.”

“I hope they did or the guys they’re with might just decide to share them with everyone else. But no matter what they can’t go back to how it was. I was a pushover who didn’t stand up for himself. Mostly because it was just easier to go with the flow. But I’ve changed too. I like who I’m becoming more than I enjoyed being safe. They may get all of you to leave me, but they can’t make me afraid to stand up anymore. So that won’t go back to how it was. Plus, I don’t think they could make you or Abi or Fiona leave me because you all have changed too.”

“I have changed. You helped me change. I mean yes, that first night I didn’t know that I would ever love you. I wanted you and I knew I needed you not just for what your amazing cock could do but the potential to be free of Brock. After I realized you were not just a wonderful lover but a good guy, I started to like you and then you stood up to Brock and Chris and protected Tara and me. That’s when I loved you, I think. Now I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Grant responded by patting her hands once before putting both hands back on the handlebars. “Well, if you would just accept my proposal then you’ll never have to find out.”

“I just need to talk to Abi and Fiona first, Grant. If they really are okay with it and want me, then I’ll say yes with a gigantic smile on my face.”

“Then let’s hurry and get you home and in front of them. Once you say yes, we’ll be facing whatever the team is planning together and we are stronger together.”

Now they were home, and it looked like Abi and Fiona had bought out Pink Cherry’s from all the stuff they were unloading from the truck Grant had forgotten he’d bought. It had been parked on the street and he’d just automatically taken his bike for his drive and conversation with Tiffany, forgetting all about the fact that he’d bought a new truck that morning. “So what did you think of my new truck?” Grant asked Fiona after he got his helmet off.

Fiona looked at him and smiled like the Cheshire cat. “You mean my new truck? Because I hate to tell ya little brother, but I have the key fob and I’m never giving it back.”

Grant laughed. “Liked it that much, huh?”

His sister nodded. “Yes, and I’m serious; I’m keeping it. I need a new vehicle and it IS in my color, so that means you must have bought it for me.”

Grant knew when he’d bought it that he would end up giving in to her. He loved her and loved seeing her happy. “Then I guess I’ll have to give the motorcycle to Becky because her color is black.”

Becky spoke from behind him. “You aren’t even going to get me to ride on that thing Grant McLoed never.”

Grant laughed until he turned around. Standing beside Becky was a walking wet dream of a woman. “Hi, there I’m Grant McLoed.”

The girl smiled at him, and his heart skipped a beat. She was definitely ‘pretty in pink’ then he realized what she’d just asked him. “Are you from the Clan McLoed and four hundred years old?”

He laughed and said “There can be only one.”

She laughed and bounced on the balls of her toes. “Do you have an ancient white Katana in this dwelling, Grant McLeod of the Clan McLeod?”

Imitating his grandfather who had left him the Clan sword, he spoke in a perfectly terrible fake Scottish Borouge “Nay Lassie, but I ken shoe ye me clan sword. I keep it under me, Kilt.”

She laughed again. “I’m Cheri Pinkston and I think with pickup lines like that I’ll stick to the katana.” Her Georgia accent swept Grant away into lust, and he loved the way she pronounced her own name more Shaw-ree than Sherry.

Fiona looked at Tiffany and Abi. “Dear God, she speaks Grant. You know he’s going to want to keep her.”

Abi smiled, even though she felt a stab of jealousy. This girl spoke Grant’s geek language: could she be anymore perfect for him? “Well, she is already in Pink. We don’t have a pink woman yet.”

Fiona laughed again “You want to keep her too!”

Tiffany smiled. “Well, he is supposed to pop her Cherry in two weeks and we need a replacement for Tara. If we plan to not wear ourselves out we need to find some more outside women.”

Both Fiona and Abi looked at her with shock. Tiffany shrugged. “Don’t tell me I’m the only one already getting sore from that monster in his pants.”

Fiona and Abi both shook their heads and Abi answered. “No, and I have only one day of it, you two have been going for several. Tiffany is right, we need to find him some ‘other’ sources of relief.”

Tiffany bit her lip. “That’s another thing. Grant asked me to marry him tonight. He said you two wanted to get married to me too. Is that true?”

Fiona looked at Tiffany. “Tiffany Anderson, are you asking me to marry you?”

Tiffany could see the tender affection under the laughing tease and decided to go big or go home. She dropped to her knee and heard the new girl suck in a breath. “Fiona McLeod, would you do me the great honor of becoming my wife in a polyamory?”

Seeing how nervous Tiffany was, Fiona was serious and stopped teasing the girl. “Yes Tiffany Anderson, I would love to marry you.”

Tiffany turned and looked at Abi, tears in her eyes of love, acceptance and joy. Abigail Long, would you be my wife?

Abi put her hand on the girl’s cheek “Yes Tiffany, I will be your wife.”

Fiona waited until Tiffany was on her feet, and she kneeled in front of her. “Tiffany Anderson, will you marry me and be my wife alongside Abi?”

Tears of acceptance and love ran down Tiffany’s face as she said. “Oh yes, please.”

Then Fiona turned to Abi. “Will you, Abigail Long, marry me in Polyamory alongside Tiffany?”

Abi again stroke Fiona’s face lovingly. “It would honor me to be your wife Fiona McLeod.”

Fiona stood and glared at Grant. “It would be nice to have a husband in all this, but no one’s asked me yet.”

Grant sighed and looked at their new friend Cheri. “Do you see what I have to put up with every day? No respect at all.”

Cheri laughed. “I don’t think you speak the truth, Highlander.”

Grant sighed, and with fake annoyance walked up to his women. “I was going to take you someplace special and ask you like I did Tiffany, but I guess the garage will do since everyone else thinks it’s okay.”

He kneeled before his sister. “Fiona Brigitte McLoed, I have loved you my whole life, it seems. First as my big sister, then as my lover, now as the woman wanting to mother my yet unconceived children. Please marry me alongside Abi and Tiffany in our Polyamory and be our wife?”

“Oh Grant, just when I think you can’t get any more perfect, you have to prove me wrong.” Fiona fell to her knees and hugged her brother and fiancée. “Yes, a thousand times yes to all of that.”

Grant kissed her so sweetly that it made Cheri Pinkston long for such a kiss from him. No wonder her grandmother had suggested this guy be the one to show her the delights of romantic pleasure. He really was a master.

Grant then turned to Tiffany. “Now then Tiffany Anderson. I’ve asked you once before and you told me you needed to talk to Fiona and Abi. You have so now I ask you again. Will you marry me alongside both of them in Polyamory and be my wife?”

Tiffany, still crying tears of joy, nodded her head. “Yes Grant McLeod, I will take you as my husband in Polyamory and be your wife.”

Grant stood pulling Fiona up with him and wrapped one arm around Tiffany, delivering to her a kiss as sweet and loving as the one he’d just given Fiona. Then he reached and pulled Abi into their four way hug and kissed her the same way. He looked back at Cheri, making her heart shudder, and smirked. “As you can see, Cheri Pinkston, in my life, there can’t be only one. I need to catch ‘em all.”