They were joking about something but stopped short when I stood in front of them, hands on my hips, blocking the TV. Travis stared up at me, something unreadable in his eyes. Eli’s smile was easy, but I caught the faint flush on his cheeks.
He fucking blushed when he was turned on.
But he was already flushed when I walked in.
Before I could talk myself out of it, the words tumbled out. “I saw you.”
Two sets of eyes locked on me, intense and unwavering.
“In the kitchen this morning.” I clarified as my pulse hammered when I crossed my arms, trying to hide the way my hands shook. “You touched him,” I stared at Travis, “And you,” I pointed at Eli, my voice catching, “You winked at him like it was a secret just for the two of you.”
Silence. Heat. My heart was in my throat.
The quiet stretched too long, heavy and charged. Travis sat up on the edge of the couch, his eyes burning into me, while Eli stayed sprawled out with his legs spread, looking far too relaxed for the way his jaw clenched.
“And?” Trav drawled on, “I thought you wanted us to touch.” He glanced over his shoulder at Eli, “Begged us to touch last night, didn’t she?”
“I—” I stammered, my lips parting as Eli cut me off.
“Gushed all over your cock when I fisted you, rubbing the lube all over you for her.” Eli deadpanned and then squinted his gaze at me. “So why are you upset about it?”
“I—” I swallowed and crossed my arms as I suddenly felt very off-kilter about the whole situation.
“I thought it turned you on.” Trav pushed, and a blush heated my cheeks. “I thought that’s what you wanted. I guess not.”
“I didn’t say that!” I rushed out and forced myself to take a deep breath, “I do like it.”
“You do?” Eli raised a brow at me defiantly, and I kind of hated the smug look on his normally kind and easygoing face. “Because you’re all worked up right now.”
“I’m turned on!” I screamed at the beams in the vaulted ceiling. “All fucking day you fucking morons have been teasing me! Tempting me! And I couldn’t say anything because I’m riddled with guilt and crazy hormones or something, because one minute I’m the fucking center of this out of this world dirty romance book where both of you are solely focused on me and my pleasures and I’m a selfish fucking cunt because I’m into it and totally prepared to be smothered between the two of you for the rest of forever! But today—” I throw my hands up as Travis raises his eyebrows and Eli hides an infuriating smirk behind his hand, “Today you two flip the script and now all I can fucking think about is how badly I want to sit in a cuck chair in the corner and just watch! The fucking things I’d give—” I groan dramatically, “The feral and dirty things I’d give up in exchange to watch you two do something, anything! But I can’t think like that because then I feel guilty, thinking maybe you’re only doingit for me because I’m a needy bitch who pushes you two to touch when we fuck like we did last night!”
“You think we only touched last night because of you?” Travis said after a beat, interrupting the mental breakdown I was having with that annoying calm he perfected.
“I mean,” Eli shrugged, “She’s kind of right.”
“Ugh!” I hissed, throwing my head back in shame and guilt and utter stupidity, letting all of it rush over me. “I knew it!”
Eli chuckled, and I dropped my chin to glare at him, imagining all the ways I wanted to wipe that stupid fucking grin off his face while I crashed out. “What I mean is,” he unfolded himself from the couch and stood up, circling around me like I was some specimen to be examined, and I scowled at him as he paused at my shoulder. “That I never would have figured out how fucking good it felt to give in to those dark and dirty, carnal urges I had toward Trav if it hadn’t been for you, giving me the opportunity to act on them.”
“You—what?” I blinked in confusion.
“Stop blaming yourself,” Trav said calmly, standing right in front of me with his arms crossed as he leaned in slightly to talk against my ear, “Nothing is happening that we don’t want. Not with you. Not with each other. If we touch, if we take pleasure from it, it’s because we choose it.”
I sucked a breath in, my chest tight, my body buzzing like a Christmas tree from the day full of teasing and their voices alone right now.
“You—” I licked my lips, “You want to?—”
“Maybe.” Eli teased, and I fought the urge to throw my elbow into his gut for toying with me in such a fragile state. “Maybe not.”
“I hate you.” I hissed, backing up to walk away but Travis caught my elbow and pulled me flush to his front, in one smooth motion he had his hand under my jaw, fingers pressed lightlyagainst the column of my throat as he tilted my head back to stare up into his eyes. “Yes.” He said firmly. “I want to.”
“So do I.” Eli spoke from behind me, pressing his groin against my ass, and a moan slipped from my lips when I felt his erection grinding against me. “But only if you’re with us. This isn’t a Travis and Eli show; it’s not for us if you’re not there.”
“But—” I closed my eyes and dug my nails into Trav’s forearm for leverage. “Are you sure? You can’t do it if it’s only for me! I can’t tempt your friendship like that?—”
“Shh,” Trav whispered, tightening his hand around my neck, and I moaned. “We don’t have all the answers for you right now, Shade, but wedo knowthat we both really,” his eyes closed as he growled, “really, enjoyed last night. And we’re going to see where it takes us from here.” He loosened his hold and bent to speak right against my lips, pressing the front of his body against mine, “But I will tell you this much, and I haven’t even told him yet.”
“Please,” I begged, desperate for more of the delicious taboo.
