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Soon it’d be three.
“Babe,” he murmured, sliding his hand next to Randy’s on her ass. The move was deliberate, both to let his friend know he was still there and that when he’d mentioned sharing, he’d meant exactly that.
All for fucking one, and one for fucking all.
“Let’s take this somewhere else.” Tristan kissed her shoulder and slid his other hand around her rib cage, traveling upward until he cupped her breast. Her nipple was taut, swollen and so hot. “Somewhere more private.”
She drew back and gazed up at Randy, who still hadn’t opened his eyes. When he finally did, the first thing he latched upon was Tristan’s hand on the breast of the woman he’d just kissed into next century.
Miracle of all miracles, he didn’t look pissed. Just dazed.
And aroused. Definitely aroused.
After a moment, Randy inhaled and nodded. “Yeah. Okay. Somewhere else.” His gaze clashed with Tristan’s over her shoulder. “Juliet’s room?” he asked, almost challengingly.
“As tempting as that sounds, no. No bedrooms just yet.” Tris squeezed Juliet’s nipple and she gasped, sagging back against him. “You never said yes, sweetheart,” he said against her ear. “No pressure, but it’s important. Without yes, we don’t leave this room.” He released her, smiling inwardly at her disappointed whimper.
“Okay.” She swallowed audibly. “Yes. I mean, I’ve never done this before, but yes. God, yes.”
“Three yeses and an okay.” Tristan grinned. “Looks like we’re in business.”
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p; She flashed a heavy-lidded look at Tris over her shoulder. “Since it’s apparently your show, now what?”
Tristan’s grin grew. He didn’t care if it made him seem like a smug asshole. Right then, he’d wear that mantle.
“Let’s go for a walk. It’s a nice night, and we’ll have some privacy.” He held out his hand.
Jules skirted around him, making his heart trip until he realized she was tucking the whipped cream and champagne in the fridge. Turning back, she took his hand, curling her fingers into his palm in a gesture of trust that stung his throat. He tightened his hold on her as he shifted his gaze to his best friend.
Silent, speculative Randy.
“Coming?” Tris asked.
Randy nodded, but he didn’t move until she reached for his hand as well. Their fingers linked, and again, Tris had to swallow hard. His reaction to Jules and Rand together didn’t make sense on any level, but he was going with it.
Going with all of this, wherever the night might lead.
Chapter Seven
Oh. My. God.
Juliet followed Tris outside with Sparks bringing up the rear. A position she’d probably better get used to fast, because holy shit.
She’d said okay, yes, this would be her first time, and they’d accepted it. Hey, threesomes were big things, at least for previously sheltered girls from Boston. Way previously, since she couldn’t claim to be sheltered any longer. Still, ménages weren’t part of her repertoire.
Soon enough they’d discover what else wasn’t.
How could she be doing this?
Truthfully, she couldn’t have said no either. What red-blooded horny woman could resist those two men?
Together, separately, spread out on a buffet covered in champagne and whipped cream. Whatever. She just wasn’t that strong.
As evidenced by her fingers trembling in Tristan’s grip. The hand still linked with Sparks somehow wasn’t shaking. Maybe because she got that he was a reluctant participant and nervous or not, she wasn’t going to make him bolt. Or perhaps the shaking was pure excitement.
“Lovely night, isn’t it?” Tristan commented as they strolled along the curving path that led to the pool. She couldn’t really be too concerned with her environment at the moment.
