A light kiss to his lips. In a breathy voice I say, “That… and more.”
As Rett shifts behind us, I hear a sound of surprise from him before he says, “Am I being displaced?” He chuckles. “Damn.”
But I don’t want him to leave…
What in the hell are you doing, Elizabeth Jeanine?
“Wait.” I turn to look at Rett, then back to JJ. My eyes search his.
What magic words do I need to say to make this okay with him? Hey, can your friend join us?
Because losing JJ isn’t an option for me. I’ve been falling in love with him since the day we met.
“Biz?” He half smiles. “What’s going on?”
Rett speaks up, sitting behind me. “JJ… do you want me to draw you a diagram?”
JJ kisses my arm. “Well, Everett, I don’t want to assume what my girlfriend means.”
Girlfriend?!
I love the way that sounds… and the fact he’s claiming me as his.
His statement makes me bolder.
“I want you.” I lean my head against JJ’s. Adding softly, “...and him.”
Rett leans against my back, his voice strangled when he says. “I’m suddenly very damn happy I’m here.”
…what about Rippley? What about the blue-eyed, magnetic man of my dreams? What the actual hell am I doing?
JJ is silent, his eyes searching my face. He kisses me tenderly, deepening it before pulling me closer. When he finally pulls back, his gaze stays locked on mine.
“Two things I want to make clear… I love you. Only you. And I’m not touching my best friend.”
Rett lets out a laugh, “Yeah, I’m not interested in that either.”
“I love you, too. Please don’t touch your best friend.” My laugh is half relief. It’s greedy to want them both, but I keep that to myself.
There’s no time to be nervous. Not even a thought in my head. I’m in good hands as Rett takes off my robe and pajamas. JJ removes his boxer briefs, watching me, his eyes taking me in.
He has a way of looking at me that strips me bare.
It’s almost an emotional overload looking at their naked bodies. JJ’s lean, muscular frame draws my eyes, the “V” of hiships pulling in my gaze toward his incredible length. My hands want to touch him, to feel him under my fingers.
Rett is every bit a model. Hairless chest, six pack abs. His hard on slightly to the side, the head of dick reddened.
A need presses at me.
My mind, distantly, throws red flags like a T-shirt cannon at a sporting event. This changes everything… everything…
Rett produces condoms from his wallet. This should concern me… his readiness. But instead, I tear them open, my hands eager to roll them both on, as JJ kisses my shoulder and Rett licks my neck.
My entire body is flush with hunger.
Should I tell them I’m a virgin? After the memories I had of the mystery man… I don’t feel like one.
No.
