Knowing that Madi dominated June last night made my blood boil with lust.
“Dammit,” I huffed.
I gasped as I stroked myself, my voice echoing around me. Masturbating wasn’t enough. What I really needed was to have Madi sit on my cock while June sat on my face.
My head tipped back, eyes squeezed shut, pleasure rushing through my veins. A heat wave of need rippled through every muscle, my hand moving faster.
It was wrong. It was wrong to think about stripping every piece of clothing off Madi. It was wrong to imagine putting June on her knees and commanding her to please the woman we both wanted. It wasawfulto even consider what it would feel like to slide my cock into her and make her scream my name.
All of it was wrong and yet I couldn’t stop.
Goddamn it. I was angry at myself for getting off to this fantasy. I closed my eyes again, shaking my head as I thought about chasing both of them. The primal sex the three of us could have would be feral and hungry and?—
I gasped as I came, sliding over the edge. Hot cum jerked from my cock, dripping down my hand and then down the drain as I turned to face the shower head.
Relief followed. Then, a little shred of . . . hope?
Whatever this proposal was, I knew it would change things.
I just wasn’t sure if it would be good or bad yet.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Dallas
I'd always liked June's house. Especially the front porch. Like her shop, it was covered in an abundance of plants. They grew everywhere, honeysuckle winding around the wooden posts, flowers blooming in their pots. I felt like I was in a greenhouse, not a home in the middle of the desert.
I’d been torn on what to wear. I landed on a button-up shirt and jeans, but they were at least my nice ones.
I wasn't sure if this was a date or not. I mean, it wasn’t. Right? Or was it? Since Madi and I had changed our date plans to include June and herproposal?
Steeling myself, I raised my hand and knocked on the door. Music floated from inside, 90s pop songs that I knew every single lyric to.
Footsteps followed, and the door flew open, June appearing right in front of me. She wore denim shorts, her thorn tattoo wrapping around her left thigh. I wanted to lick every sharp point. She wore a cropped tank top that showed off her belly button, silver glinting there.
Fuck.
I’d forgotten she had a piercing.
“Hey,” she said slowly.
“Hey.” I sucked in a breath. “Is Madi here yet?”
“Considering you’re thirty minutes early, no.”
Fuck. “Sorry.”
June studied me closely, but then shrugged. “You’re always early. Come in, take off your boots.”
The back of my neck felt hot like I was running a fever. I stepped inside, letting the door click shut as I kicked off my boots. June waited patiently, her hands behind her back. Even the air was tense between us. It felt like we were both holding our breaths.
“You’re making me nervous,” I muttered.
“Why? You know me,” she said.
The way she said that set all the bells ringing in my head. Had she completely forgotten about the last time we talked? About the lunch and her avoiding me and?—
Fuck, maybe this was a bad idea.
