And So On

Dozing on the couch, Myra was woken by her dog yipping at the front door. "So much for me time." Her hair was messy, and she hadn't showered in two days. The window was fully dark. "Fuck it."

BamBam yipped in reply.

"Sorry, pups, I look like trash." Myra wrinkled her nose. "I smell rank. I'll take you downstairs to do your thing." Standing up, she walked towards her prancing dog. "We can be back in ten. I'll feed you and take a shower. I'll make my bed and go to sleep."

Probably with the laptop playing some crap, if she was being honest. "Tomorrow, I'll get my shit together. Ok, puppups."

BamBam finished his business when he growled and barked. Smiling as he bopped about, Myra looked around. "Where's the dog you're going off at?"

No dogs were being walked. Myra's heart nearly stopped when she realised the two men walking towards her were no other than the NYE's fuckers.

Jesus fucking christ, could she look any worse. She looked so bad they probably wouldn't even look at her. Once they passed, she'd scoot back upstairs. With luck they'd only look at her stupid dog and not her.

The males stopped. "Myra?"

Fucking, fuck, fuck! Really, why now?

Her dog growled and barked at the strangers, Myra had to turn to face them. "Stefan. Jax. Hey, nice to see you."

She looked around. "Are you lost? BamBam, shush, baby."

Stefan smiled. "We thought we'd try the bibimbap at this Korean place, but by the time we found a parking space, even Google got lost." They chuckled and looked at Stefan's phone before looking back at her.

Myra had her hands full of angry peekapom, who was convinced that he could rip the throats out of the two males talking to his person. "It's okay BamBam."

Flustered at being caught at such a disadvantage and wondering if they could smell her from where they were, she smiled weakly at them. Myra shifted her dog under her arm and gestured back where they had come. "If you head back around that corner and take the third street to your left, you can't miss it."

Jax nodded. "You'd recommend it?"

Myra nodded enthusiastically. "The food is amazing, totally authentic."

Stefan smiled. "Great. Good choice, Jax."

"Tell 'em Myra sent you. They'll make it spicier if ya like. Have fun. I've got to get this fella home for his dinner. Have a great night." With that, she waved and headed back to the stairs of her building.

Suddenly Stefan was in front of her. She had to stop walking before she hit him. How the hell had he moved so fast? Myra took a step back and looked up at him. "Um, is there a problem?"

He raised an eyebrow. "You skipped out on us on new years day. Wanna share why?"

Myra bit her lip and looked at her frantic dog. He generally didn't go crazy over people, only other dogs and cats. She cuddled him as she thought about her reply. Jax and Stefan were now in front of her. Looking down at her unsmiling. She had the urge to bolt for her flat. "Well, I got the impression it was a one-night stand. Since you left, I figured I would as well." She swallowed against the lump that had formed in her throat.

Stefan narrowed his eyes at her. "You knew we were coming back."

"Plus, we asked you to stay." Jax put his hands on his hips.

Myra bit her lip. "Your chick Amelia filled me in on some details that made me feel I would not be welcome when you returned." Myra's throat started to close as she struggled not to cry. She wanted to weep. Stupid hormones.

Jax replied with a frustrated growl. "You said you'd stay, and you didn't. Also, you let someone else convince you that we were something we are not."

"Well, what was I supposed to think?" Myra choked out.

Jax's frown deepened. "You ran off rather than staying to let us tell you that my cousin, who you met, was being a smart arse."

Myra needed to get out of here. She smelt and looked awful. Her dog was going mental, and she'd fucked up badly. Myra didn't have anything left to mentally deal with this.

She looked at them in turn. "I am sorry. I didn't mean to do that. I need to go."

Myra tried to push past them, but Stefan pulled her into his arms. Jax extracted BamBam and stepped back from them.

Stefan held her gently even as she tried to wiggle out of his arms."Myra. We wanted you to stay."

Jax was trying to do the same with her dog.

"I need to go home." She gasped out. She stopped struggling. There was no point and she didn't have the energy anyway.

"Can we please talk about this?" Stefan pulled her closer.

Jax tucked BamBam under his arm like a football. "Myra, please, we need to talk to you."

Myra slumped into Stefan and tried to breathe. Breathing was the only thing keeping her together.

Stefan stroked his large hand from the top of her head to her bottom. She lost it. Sagging into his chest, she cried ugly tears that no one ever wants to share with another person. Let alone with two strangers.

Myra sobbed in Stefan's arms. He kissed the top of her head and ran his hands up and down her back.

"It's ok, Myra. It's ok." He soothed her softly.

Jax moved closer, he'd settled BamBam. He wrapped himself around her back. "Do you want your dog?"

Myra nodded. "Please."

Jax manoeuvred BamBam into her chest. Myra held onto him, and Jax moved to hold onto Myra instead.

"We don't want to upset you, Myra. We want to talk to you." Jax whispered.

After a few minutes, her sobs quieted. She whispered huskily. "I need to go home."

Stefan leaned in. "Okay. We'll take you home and get you some dinner."

Myra was too tired and wrung out to push them away. "Fine." She whispered, wiping her face with her sleeve. Gross, but what else could she do? Myra untangled herself and pulled out her door keycard. "This is my building."

Stefan and Jax followed her as she walked up the stairs and opened the outer door to the building. They remained close as she led them into the elevator and her studio apartment.

Stefan pushed Myra towards her bathroom. "Shower and change. You'll feel better once you've done that."

Myra nodded.

Stefan smiled kindly at her. "You can feed your dog after that."

Myra walked to her bathroom, BamBam trailing her. She stopped at her wardrobe and collected some clean clothes. Moved to the bathroom, her dog never far behind her.

She stripped off and stepped under the hot water. "I'm going to clean up, and then I'll feed you ok. I'm sorry fluffy puff. Mummy is not doing so well right now."

---

Jax sat on the couch and looked around. The place was untidy, and smelt a bit funky. He looked over his shoulder at Stefan as the shower turned on. "You good?"

Stefan looked at the dirty coffee table and kitchenette in horror. "This place is a mess."

Jax pushed off the couch. "How's about we clean up as we wait. I think you won't be able to concentrate until this place is tidier."

Stefan nodded and started clearing the sink. "Sure, it won't take long. Something is wrong."

Jax opened the dishwasher drawer. "Yeah."

Stefann put cups in the dishwasher. "When she gets out of the bathroom, get her food order. I don't want to give her any excuse to push us away."

The bathroom door opened. Myra smelt nice and clean and looked better even with the ridiculous dog at her heels. She had a towel wrapped around her head, and steam from the bathroom followed her like her dog.

She briefly gazed around her apartment, finishing on the now clean kitchenette. A rosy blush appeared on her cheeks. "I've been a bit down the last few days. My place is normally a bit nicer than this." She leaned down to straighten her bed.

Her dog barked. She stopped her nervous tidying and looked at BamBam, then at the men frozen with pillows and dirty mugs in their hands.

"I'll feed my fluffy puppy. Then we can clear the couch and order for ourselves, yeah?" She stammered out.

Jax nodded. "Food sounds good."

Myra threw the pillows in the general direction of the bed head. "C'mon, Bams, let's get you fed."

Jax took a deep breath Myra isn't pregnant. He slumped into the couch. What had happened? How could they ask? What did they do from here?

Myra walks in front of him. "What do we want to eat?

Jax stares at her in silence. He's still reeling.

She nibbles her lip. "Or do you guys want to head out without me?"

Jax knows he needs to say something. Their silence makes her nervous.

Myra looks around her. "I was going to do a quick tidy, eat in."

Jax is still unable to say anything.

"Go to sleep." She twists her fingers.

Jax looks at stefan who hasn't moved.

"No stress if you want to head by yourselves?"

Jax sits up as Myra looks at her feet.

She mutters almost to herself. "I'm not in the mood to go out."

Stefan pulls himself together. "We'd like to have dinner with you."

Myra nodded. "Okay. How about I order from the Korean restaurant you were aiming for. If you guys can walk out and get it,"

Jax smiles. "Sounds perfect, Myra."

Stefan nodded. "We can do that."

"Do you want us to buy drinks?" He wanted to make sure they didn't need to go out again.

Myra tilts her head to the side. "Thanks. There's a bottle shop on the way to the restaurant."

"Before we head off, can we get your number?" Stefan raises his eyebrow at her.

Myra smiled slightly. "Sure."

Jax handed her his phone. "Email and work details, too, please." He figured it was good to get everything they could.

Myra looked up from his phone and tilted her head to the side. "My mobile will reach me."

Jax grinned. "Humour me."

Myra huffed. "Okay." She handed his phone back. "Done. Will you message me?"

Jax nodded. "On it. I'm creating a group chat for the three of us." He felt better knowing they now had a legitimate way to contact her.

Stefan looked at his phone. "Myra, why don't you give me keys so we can let ourselves back in if you fall asleep."

Jax was surprised when Myra found the spare card from her kitchen drawer and handed it to Stefan. He pocketed it and sat back down. With a sly grin at Jax. He knew Stefan wasn't going to give those back in a hurry.

Jax grinned at Stefan. He relaxed back on the couch. "Anything else we can get you?"

Myra shook her head. "No. Thanks, my neighbour has been doing that for me."

Jax was happy to know that at least she had someone looking after her.

Myra moved to the kitchen. "I have some beer or soda water if you want a drink?"

"Myra. We're fine. Come back and chill out." Jax looked over his shoulder at her. "You're very pale. Have you been eating?"

Myra shuffled back to the couch. "Not enough."

Stefan frowned at her. "Why not?"

Myra drank her water. "I'd rather not talk about it."

Jax reached out and patted her hand. "How's work been?"

Myra smiled softly. "I've been swamped. I've got some exciting projects on my plate." She played with her fingers. "Next week will be busy as I've been on medical leave the past few days."

Jax looked over at Stefan and raised his eyebrow. "Another thing we can't ask you about?"

Myra took a large gulp of water then nodded.

Jax could see how close she was to crying. He gently stroked her back. "We're going to get the food and drink now. You be okay?"

She took a deep breath. "I'll be fine. Thanks."

Stefan and Jax headed out as Myra followed them to the door. "See you in a few. I'll have everything sorted by the time you return."

Downstairs without Myra, they could finally talk.

"She's not pregnant," Stefan ran his hand through his hair. "I'm not sure what I'm feeling." He looked at Jax. "I'm not sure what happened, but Myra is suffering. I want answers, but we can take time before we ask her some hard questions. She's fragile."

Jax gave him a tight hug. "Let's keep it together and get her to trust us. We can get answers when she's not so tightly wound." He was struggling with his disappointment over her not being pregnant and concern with how on edge Myra was.

---

The table was set, and candles lit when she heard the door open. The men walked in, and Myra needed to sit down. They were so gorgeous. Hmm, actually. She hadn't eaten all day either, so maybe that explained her lightheadedness and weak knees.

Jax held up the food. "I'll put it on the table."

"Thanks Jax." Myra was surprised at how much he was carrying. "Stefan how much did you buy to drink?" Myra was surprised at how much he was carrying.

"Enough." Stefan walked to the kitchen to unpack the copious amount of drinks he had bought. As he put away his stash, he called out. "What do you want to drink? Red, white, beer, cider?"

"Larger, please", Myra called over her shoulder.

"Same." Jax plated the food.

Stefan walked around with three bottles and handed them one each. "So you like Korean food. Any other favourites?"

Myra swallowed. "I like most foods. I don't have a preference. How about you guys?"

Jax put down the container he had finished and picked up another one. "We like a wide variety as well."

As the food hit her stomach Myra started to feel better. "One of the reasons I love this place is the number of great food spots."

"That was delicious." Jax started clearing up.

Myra went to help him when Stefan pulled her and down on the couch, pulling her with him. "Let Jax clean up, Myra. I think you should relax. You look exhausted."

Myra yawned. "I haven't felt well, and my sleep has been rubbish."

"You want to share why?" Stefan tugged at her hand. "Lie down, Myra."

She looked down. "I'd prefer not to share." He took up most of her couch. "I don't think there's enough room for me."

Stefan grinned, and her stomach fluttered. "We can snuggle. There's enough room then."

Myra nibbled her lip. Was this sensible? She should be sending them on their way, not getting more comfortable with them.

Stefan tugged again. "You look like you need a hug. Please let me comfort you."

Tears pricked the back of her eyes again. Fuck it. She did need a hug. She had found solace in his arms earlier. "You're right. I do need a hug."

She stretched out beside him, fighting her tears. He pulled her in tightly. It was so good to be wrapped in his strong arms. She relaxed into his body and closed her eyes.

Stefan's hand were gentle as he stroked her back.

"I've missed having you in my arms," Stefan whispered.

Myra didn't reply. What Stefan was doing was so relaxing she wasn't sure how much longer she'd be awake. She needed to get these two on their way out the door and her arse to bed.Her eyes grew heavy. "Thanks for dinner and for cleaning up."

"No worries, babe. You wanna share why you've been down?" Stef replied.

Myra shook her head. "No." She sighed. "I can't. Not without crying." She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of Stefan's hands on her hair and back.Breathed in his warm scent and listened to his heart beating. She took the comfort and support he was quietly giving her.

---

Stefan relaxed. Myra lying on his front. Jax was cleaning up, and things had gone well so far. Myra was getting heavier, her breathing deeper. She was almost asleep. It looked like they wouldn't get answers tonight.

BamBam disappeared under her bed. Stefan figured either he lay here till Myra fell asleep or needed to move and say goodnight.

Jax sat down at his feet. He lifted Stefan's feet in his lap. Stefan had his boots on, and Jax started to unlace them. Looked like he'd decided they would be staying the night if he was doing that.

Myra was asleep. He stopped stroking her back. Jax leaned forward to start on his own boots. He looked up when he felt Stefan's gaze on him.

They smiled at each other. They hadn't gotten anywhere with Myra but she had let them stay for dinner and relaxed enough to fall asleep. She hadn't kicked them out which was a win.

Jax silently moved off the couch and took his and Stefan's boots to the front door.

Stefan watched him as he then moved to the bed. He shook out the covers. Looked like he was planning to put Myra to bed. They could stay the night if they did it without her waking.

He wasn't ready to leave her alone. On that, he shifted, stood up with Myra in his arms. He moved to the bed and placed her as far across as possible. This way, he and Jax could get in without disturbing her.

With her settled in bed, they headed to the bathroom to get themselves ready to sleep. Jax had bought their gym bags so they could brush their teeth and shower in the morning without having Myra supply them with anything.

They stripped to their boxers.

Stefan spoke quietly. "Tomorrow, we get her to talk to us. From there, we play it by ear."

Jax nodded. "Agree. I want to spend as much time with her as possible."

Stefan rubbed his chin. "She's going to resist."

Jax brushed his teeth. "I agree. She's one step away from bolting."

Stefan nodded. "She's exhausted. Let's look after her physically. Hopefully, she'll be ready to share when she feels better." At least he hoped that would be the case.

Silently exited the bathroom and climbed into bed. Jax snuggled into Myra and gently turned with her so she was lying between them. Stefan moved in, they had her surrounded.

---

Myra woke up in bed fully dressed. There was deep breathing on either side of her. Myra lay there listening to them and sifted through her memories of last night. She had fallen asleep, and the men decided to stay.

Cheeky buggers.

BamBam stirred under the bed. He'd need a walk and breakfast soon. Opening her eyes, she looked at Stefan's chest. Oh, dear lord! What a magnificent sight. Her pussy clenched in response. She needed to look away from such a disconcerting sight. She moved her gaze up to his face.

He was awake and watching her. "Good morning Myra." His eyes were hooded and still sleepy.

Myra blinked. Oh, this was not getting any better. She was turned on and horny looking at him. "Good morning."

BamBam yipped, his paws scrabbling on the side of the bed. He was cranky and needed to get outside. Myra smiled apologetically at Stefan. "Got to deal with my pup."

Stefan pulled her into his front and held her there for a moment. Then, groaning, he rolled over so she could exit the bed.

Myra scrambled out, trying not to think about the hard cock she had slid over on her way out of the bed. Dear lord, no wonder she had so many orgasms on New Year's Eve.

Myra headed for the bathroom, her happy pup on her heels. He knew she would take him out shortly, so he would follow her around as she got ready.

Exiting the bathroom, Stefan and Jax had gotten up and were looking at her coffee machine.

Myra flicked it on. "I'll make coffee when we get back. We won't be long, so sit tight." She turned on the kettle and selected the homemade dog food from the fridge. All sorted, she headed to the door with her dancing pup.

She collected his leash on her way out but didn't bother clipping it on him. No one on her floor was scared of her dog, he wasn't aggressive unless you were a dog, and he knew the routine and would do the usual prance to the elevator.

He sat on his butt in the lift so she could clip on the leash. "Well, Mr Fluffypants, I think we might be in trouble. Those men are not good for us. We need to move them along and focus on getting our house. A garden would be so much fun right bubby?"

Her dog had done what he needed to do and was impatient to go home for his breakfast. Myra, on the other hand, was not so keen. She needed to talk to those men and get them out of her flat. It had been a fun night with consequences that could not be risked again.

She knew from experience that relationships could start hot and cool quickly.

Practising her speech, she headed back home. She would tell them what had happened and where she was, ask them to leave and wish them their best life.

It did not go the way she had planned.

Myra returned after the short morning walk her dog liked. She put his food into his bowl with a splash of hot water. Whilst that reached the right temperature, she ground beans for the first of three coffees she planned on making.