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“I do.”
“Then believe me when I say that man would do anything for you, even share you with his best friend. He’s not into that. He’s also not into Kink. But he wanted to make you happy. And he enjoyed going there for you too. He could’ve acted sullen and put out but that wouldn’t have been your fantasy.”
Her lips twitched at the memory of Tony’s explosive orgasm in the steam room. “If you say so.”
“We’ve been friends since we were kids. I know him. There’s a reason we never shared a girl before you. That’s not his thing. It sure as hell is mine though, and he knows it. So maybe some of it was for you, maybe some of it was for me. Either way, he deserves to know how you feel.”
“Just how many women have you shared with other guys?”
He gave her a mercurial little smile. “Count on your fingers and toes.” Then he lifted her hand and kissed the tips of those fingers. “None of them held a Girl Scout cookie to you, Blondie. Tony is one lucky sonofabitch.”
“You’re surprisingly sweet sometimes. And I hear you,” she added quietly. “I’ll tell him. I promise.”
No matter what it meant for them afterward, she would be honest. Even if he refused to let her in on last night’s secret. Even if he said “you had your chance before you screwed my best friend, not interested”.
She didn’t believe he would say that. She also hoped he understood how sleeping with Cale, as amazing as it was, had finally pushed her to see all she had at home. That finally she might be ready to make a home with Tony, if he wanted that too.
“Good. I want you both to be happy.” Cale’s kiss glanced off her temple, the same kind of kisses he’d given her before they’d become lovers. They’d settled comfortably into the friend zone again and she wanted to hug him for being so fucking incredible about the whole thing.
Someday he would make some woman very lucky—assuming he ever finished whipping his wild oats into a frenzy. She almost hated the chick on principle. Who could possibly be good enough for him?
“Mmm-hmm. You know, last year you wanted to matchmake Kelly with Spencer,” she teased.
“So did you. And I think we did it pretty successfully, considering hearts shoot out of their eyes whenever they’re near each other.”
“They’re completely sickening together.” But she grinned as she popped open one of his buttons and poked him in the chest with her nail. “Now it’s your turn to ’fess up. Why’d you go all Dom-tastic last night?”
“Dom-tastic?” One brow winged up. “I told you I was into stuff.”
“More stuff.”
His grin lit up his eyes. “It’s an all-purpose word.”
“For caveman males, sure. I get that you’re into things Tony and I aren’t. So why did you feel you needed to demonstrate?”
“You don’t know all there is to know about me. And maybe I thought you should know more.” He jerked a shoulder. “My needs aren’t what you’re used to.”
”Even so, there’s no way you could’ve really needed to fuck again that fast.”
“Did you see me fucking anyone?” he asked mildly, a succinct evasion if she’d ever heard one.
As odd as it had been watching her friend—and her new lover—step into that scene in the dungeon with only a modicum of hesitation, this was even worse. She’d never seen Cale act so strange before. Not even what he was saying or doing, but what he wasn’t.
Did he think she was freaked out to know he was dominant in bed? As if she’d had any doubt. Or was something else going on here?
She swallowed hard, hating that she needed to fumble around for the thread of their conversation. “No, but you could’ve from a few feet back with the size of that thing you were packing.”
“Still talkin’ about my crop?” She poked him again when he started to laugh.
“That wasn’t your crop. You had no place to hide one of those. Though you barely hid your—barely hid anything,” she amended, laughing.
“So touched you noticed.”
“Sure did.”
She tucked her fingers into her palm to keep from reaching up to smooth his brow. As close as they were, she wasn’t used to falling into the caretaker role with him. They spent most of their time joking around. She didn’t know how to offer something deeper to Cale, as much as she wanted to. Even if it was only a gut-level reaction that told her he needed it.
“Your submissive was pretty hot,” Marcia admitted, with the distance of a new day. Last night she’d been too consumed with making sure Tony didn’t find her sexy. Now she’d obtained some objectivity.
