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“You would?” I prodded, one last time. My heart was a jackhammer, thundering in my chest. “You’d really let him?”
I glanced back over my shoulder, to meet Damon’s gaze. His eyes were glazed with arousal as they locked on mine. He nodded.
“Then go get him.”
Three
DAMON
There were moments in life when time stopped. When everything around you just ground to a screeching halt, leaving you to gape in astonishment at the open-ended opportunities laid out before you.
In the past, I’d always acted. I’d always leapt off the cliff rather than backed away, firmly prepared to accept the consequences later on. In my mind, they were easier to deal with than the regret of not having jumped at all.
This was one of those moments.
“I’m serious,” I said, still buried inside her.
“Me too.”
Addison’s sly little grin widened. Her sapphire blue eyes flared with excitement and daring.
“Really? Go get him?”
“Uh huh.”
She whimpered softly as I pulled out of her, throwing my boxers back on as my erection looked up at me in surprise and astonishment. It didn’t go down though. I could drive railroad spikes with it right now, if I really wanted to.
“Do you think he’ll go for it?” Addison was asking.
I let out a disbelieving chuckle. “Are you kidding me?”
She was on her side now, her long legs scissored seductively. Her smooth, porcelain skin glowing pale blue in the filtered moonlight.
God she was so fucking gorgeous. I really was lucky.
I placed my hand on the doorknob, thinking about what I’d say. Wondering how I’d word such a request to my best friend, our best man for fuck’s sake. I imagined that in Addison’s mind, that somehow made the whole thing even hotter.
“Damon?”
She asked the question from the warmth of the bed we’d just been fucking in. Her lips were pursed, her beautiful cheeks a rosy pink hue. She had the body of a goddess, if the goddess were of sex.
“Yes?”
“This is really happening, isn’t it?”
I smiled back at her. “It sure fucking is,” I breathed. “Unless you tell me to let go of this door knob right now.”
My bride-to-be paused, then shook her head. “No way.”
“Alright then,” I grinned, and ducked back into the living room.
The room was dark, except for the glow of a tiny phone screen on the opposite end. Sprawled across the futon — his legs still hanging over — Saxon stirred and looked up at me.
“Everything alright?”
I padded over, naked except for my boxers. My body glistened with a thin sheen of sexually-charged sweat, as I tried covering the tent in my shorts with one casual hand.
“Everything’s fine,” I said. “More than fine, actually.”
