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Right. Randy would leave, and he’d dwell on what she’d said for hours. He was a great guy, but he took his work seriously. So seriously that a careless comment like Juliet’s would eat at him relentlessly. Tris took his work just as seriously, but if someone insulted his cooking, he’d just write them off as having an unsophisticated palate and be done with it.

Not his friend.

And fuck it, Tris wasn’t about to go off with Juliet again once he’d seen the expression on his best friend’s face when he looked at her. Seeing it earlier had been bad enough. Now there were all kind of emotions and shit churning there and Tristan would be damned if he felt guilty about having a good time.

This way, they all would. No time for brooding, nothing but pleasure. This was the best solution for all three of them, assuming Jules agreed.

“You should join our party, Rand.” Tris said it as flippantly as he could manage, but somewhere along the way his heart had started beating too fast.

As if this wasn’t just a lark. Wasn’t just another game in a night full of them.

Randy stopped and glanced back, raising his eyebrow. If it had shot any higher, he probably would’ve popped a vein. “Excuse me?”

“If Juliet’s okay with it, of course.” Tris nuzzled the side of her neck. “What do you say, baby? It makes me nervous when you’re quiet.”

“She’s probably thinking you’re insane. What the hell, Eves? You get a girl like her and the first thing you want to do is—”

“A girl like me?” she interrupted, her voice suspiciously quiet. “What does that mean?”

Randy fell silent. Shocker.

“It means he wants you too, and he’s not looking to share.” Tristan slid his hand around her waist and toyed with the hem of his shirt, lifting it enough that Randy couldn’t miss her tiny nude panties.

From the right angle, she looked naked. Of course, the narrow dark landing strip of hair that showed through the nearly sheer fabric gave away the ruse, but the sight of her was still enough for Randy to turn away again.

But he didn’t take a step. Probably didn’t even breathe.

If he his friend was anything like him, his dick had to be like a goddamn club right now.

“Jules, how do you feel about sharing?” Tristan questioned, voice low, brushing his mouth over her hair as he slipped his finger underneath the waistband of her panties.

She sucked in air, and he stilled his hand, making sure she was right there with him. “Yes or no, Jules?”

It took everything he possessed not to flex his erection against her tight bottom. She was built like a freaking dream, all soft and lush. Added to that, she was comfortable with her body which only intensified her appeal.

When she still didn’t respond, he nipped her shoulder. If she said no, that would be that.

That didn’t mean he wouldn’t use his powers of persuasion before she uttered the words. “I’ll ask one more time, baby. Out or in?” he asked, letting the double entendre hang between them.

Saying nothing, she set the champagne and whipped cream on the nearby counter before slipping back into the same position with her ass against Tristan’s groin. She looped her arm around his neck, then turned her head and met his mouth in a demanding kiss. His hand clenched on her belly, involuntarily dragging her shirt up.

Rand groaned loudly enough that she broke the kiss and stared at his buddy, breathing so fast that her breasts bounced under the revealing shirt.

She let go of Tristan and crossed the small space to Randy. For a second, they only gazed at each other, and Tristan flexed his hands.

If the night ended here, so be it. He wasn’t about to try to force anything. But fuck, this could be amazing for all three of them.

Jules took the first step. Since Randy appeared cast in stone, it made sense. If she didn’t move, he never would.

At least until she slid both palms up his chest, achingly slowly, and gripped his shoulders as she rose to her tiptoes. And Randy came to life with a growl, burying one hand in her hair and tilting her head so he could crash his mouth onto hers.

Jesus. Tristan swallowed, feeling for the first time like a voyeur in this scenario. Not that he had any intention of looking away. Hell, he couldn’t stop watching them together. How she made that little startled mewling sound before giving back as good as she got, how he reached one hand down to cup her ass to haul her closer. Arching against Randy, she slid her hands behind his neck and changed the angle, going deeper and harder than before.

Shit, Tristan had seen fistfights less aggressive than what he was witnessing right now, and fuck if it didn’t make him hard. He also figured they probably needed to take this elsewhere. Late or not, there were other people in the house, and they were damn lucky they hadn’t been interrupted yet. Better to press pause before that changed.

Besides, relocation was good. He loved kitchens, but if he fucked in one, it would be his own.

He moved toward them and they didn’t acknowledge him. Instead of getting pissed off, Tris smiled, already anticipating how their focus would play out through the evening. He made no bones about liking to watch and these two were like a frigging forest fire. Burning everything around them.

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