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“It doesn’t have to be over yet,” I say, waiting for more of a response from him. I feel his mouth curve into a grin and the clatter of a bowl on the counter beside me.
“Hey!” Matt says.
I yelp as something cold and gloopy is smeared over my nipple. “What are you?” Ben’s mouth closes over it before I push him away.
“Don’t do that,” I say, laughing.
“Why not? You told me I could do what I wanted to you.”
“You can’t eat raw batter.”
“Why not? I used to lick the spoons at my grandmother’s house when she was baking,” Ben says.
“But there are bacteria and…”
He bites down on my nipple, and I gasp.
“Are you saying my macarons are full of germs, Joss?” I twist my head to see Matt leaning against the table, watching us, and shaking his head. “And Ben, I can’t sell the macarons I was going to make with that in the shop now that you’ve stuck your grubby fingers in it.”
“What’s wrong with you all? First there are bacteria in the batter, now my fingers are filthy,” Ben complains. He’s grinning and clearly not regretting his actions, but there’s something… whatever.
I groan at the excessive use of alliteration, “I think you’ve been doing that play too long, Ben.” Then my back is bowing as he sucks my nipple deep into his mouth and gently bites down on it.
“We should talk,” Matt says.
“We are talking,” Ben says, pouting.
“No,” Matt insists, “what you’re doing is distracting yourself and turning this into a fun game when this evening needs to be about more than that.”
Ben looks at me, pulls me in for a kiss, and then lets me go. “Yeah, you’re right.” He sighs and steps away from me, leaving me naked on the kitchen counter. I slide off it and reach behind me for the robe and slip it back on.
“Aww,” Ben says, frowning as I pull the belt tight around my waist. I step up close to him and put my arms around his neck, kissing him. I slide my hand down to circle his cock, which hardens almost immediately. Footsteps behind me are the only warning I get before there’s a sharp spank on my butt.
“Hey,” I complain.
“Time to talk,” Matt insists. I pout, and bring my hand up to rest on his chest. He’s pulled boxers on, but nothing else and Ben is still fully dressed now that he’s zipped his cock back in side his jeans. His soaking wet jeans.
“You should get out of those wet clothes,” I say.
“Joss, stop delaying… No,” Matt sighs. “You’re right. You’re shivering Ben. Why on earth didn’t you get a taxi home?”
“I just… I just needed to get back here as soon as possible. I thought—“” He runs his hand through his hair and looks at the floor as if memorising the pattern on the tiles.
“You didn’t even take your jacket off before you fucked me,” I point out as I push his jacket off his shoulders, then catch it and hang it on the back of one of the chairs. I notice the green streaks on my hand again and hold it up.
“I was desperate,” he says. “The whole performance, the whole time I was in the shower—”
“With Alicia?” I ask, hoping that he wasn’t with her, but part of me needs to be sure.
“No, not with Alicia, although she tried her best, but no… The whole way home, Joss. All I could think of was you. Both of you.” He holds out a hand as I grip his t-shirt and try to pull it off over his head. It ends up caught around Matt’s arm and I leave the two of them to deal with that as I slide my hands inside his jeans and over his cold, damp skin before pushing them off. He and Matt are kissing and I curse a couple of times before I get them down low enough that he kicks them off.
I roll my eyes as I wander away from them, but turn back from the doorway to watch the way the two of them are holding each other, still kissing. I roll my eyes. So much for Matt insisting that talking needed to come first, but the sight of the two of them stirs something deep inside me. They were a couple long before I came along, and I know they’ve had other women making up their threesome. But it doesn’t matter. I hurry to the bedroom and pull open a cupboard, removing a couple of blankets from a shelf.
“In the lounge,” I say, heading in that direction rather than back to the kitchen and I’m pleased when I hear them following me.
Before I can sit down, Ben hurries over and lifts me up, flopping down with me in his arms so that I’m sitting on top of him. Matt sits down beside him, shaking his head.
“She brought blankets, Ben,” You could have put one down before you put your arse on my sofa.”
