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Better than sulking his way through life, as far as Tristan was concerned.
“Yeah. Like champagne. Good for licking off,” he waggled his brows at Juliet when she glanced at him, “whatever comes to mind.”
Juliet coughed into her fist and picked up the ice bucket from the floor, then skirted around Randy to rummage in the fridge. “Sorry. Got waylaid.”
“So I see.” Tristan moved up behind Juliet where she stood in front of the open refrigerator, waiting until she emerged with a chilled bottle of champagne and a spray bottle of whipped cream to drag her back against him.
Not lewdly. He wasn’t interested in making her uncomfortable. He was just trying to gauge whether she was open-minded.
Yeah, open-minded was a good word. From their partying that evening and what he knew of her from socializing with the band, she definitely seemed to have a wild streak. It never hurt to make sure though, especially since the idea beginning to form in his head was definitely unconventional. Even for him, and he’d had his share of crazy nights.
He’d even had a few like what he had in mind, but never with a close friend and never on his first night with a woman
.
Definitely never with a chick his buddy had been lusting after for who knows how long.
Tristan had wondered now and then, but he’d never thought about Rand and Juliet much because all three of them were so rarely in the same sphere. That probably made this the ideal set-up. They’d have fun together for a night, and then it’d be back to business as usual.
For all three of them.
True, Randy and Juliet saw each other fairly often, but Tris was sure they could put whatever happened in the compartment it needed to be in. At least Juliet could, assuming she was even down for that sort of thing in the first place. But he had a good feeling.
Hell, maybe this would help his buddy shake off his thing for Juliet once and for all. Tris had never had an itch for a woman that he hadn’t been able to slake in a couple nights. He wasn’t a player. Not exactly. He just wasn’t ready to be tied down, unless there was an actual rope involved. Then maybe.
Randy was a more serious sort, but even so, he wasn’t the settle down type either. At least he’d never settled with anyone for long since Tris had known him, which admittedly wasn’t a huge amount of time.
One night, no strings. Just a good time after a wedding, which he definitely needed since weddings made him want to bolt in the other direction.
Unholy matrimony. Fuck that.
This way, Rand wouldn’t have to wonder what it was like to be with Juliet anymore. Once he’d had that experience—once they all had—that would be that.
Orgasms for everybody. Problem solved.
“I missed you,” he murmured to her, brushing his lips over her shoulder while he took a casual glance at Randy. Just to see.
Randy clenched his jaw and tightened his fingers around the neck of his beer. One thing he didn’t do? Look away.
He also didn’t leave, which was pretty damn telling all on its own.
“Sorry.” Juliet’s shoulders braced, but she definitely didn’t put distance between them. If anything, she tilted her neck to give Tris a bit more access. “I ran into Randy, and we stopped to chat.”
“She buttoned my shirt,” Randy rasped as if he’d just revealed Juliet had sucked him off.
“No way. Babe, that almost seems like cheating. You touched his buttons?”
Jules elbowed him and shut the refrigerator door. He laughed, shaking his head as he pulled her to stand in front of him. For all intents and purposes, she was between them, and Randy wasn’t enjoying it one bit.
His buddy definitely had the whole glowering deal down pat.
“I thought he’d been drinking. When does Sparks walk around bare-chested? It’s so not him.”
“Sparks?” So she had a cute little nickname for his friend. Interesting. “Sparks,” he repeated as Randy heaved out a breath. “I like it. Certainly fits.”
“You remember the night we all met. There was the fire at the concert at the Blue Rhino.” If he hadn’t been right behind her, he might’ve missed her slight shudder as she said the word fire. But he was close enough to her body that he felt the tremor vibrate through her, so he brushed a hand over her hip. “He was in charge of lighting. Sparks was a nicer name than Pyro.”
Randy’s Adam’s apple bobbed, then he raked a hand through his hair and turned toward the door. “I’m just going to go.”
