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Nodding, Randy turned out the lights. When he started searching for his boxers before crawling in—he must’ve kicked them under the bed—Juliet laughed. “We’re all naked, silly. So you too.”
So you too.
Was that how they saw him? As an add-on? An okay addition, because hey, it’s just a one-time party?
Was that how he saw himself?
“Sparks,” Juliet chided him in the darkness. “Get in the damn bed already. My feet are cold.”
He grinned. Guess he was just overthinking. Again. Fun was fun, and sex was sex. He’d had a great night and maybe he’d gained a new friend. If so, he couldn’t question anything that had happened.
“Anytime now, Sparky,” Tris put in, making Randy laugh.
He also had his best friend, and that was a hell of a lot.
Randy rolled into bed and clasped Juliet’s hand against his stomach as soon as she offered it. Her affection was so easy and natural.
Soon, her breathing turned rhythmic, and he took the chance of sliding their joined hands up closer to his heart.
He might not be able to say half the shit in his head, but he could hold her hand in the darkness and be fucking grateful he’d had this night at all.
She’d asked for it to be a secret. Tris had made it clear one night was all that was on the agenda. So because he cared about them more than was wise, he waited until dawn broke more fully across the sky.
And like a damn thief, crept out in his boxers with his jeans and shirt under his arm.
Chapter Nine
Juliet slid her hand along the sheets. Empty, cool sheets. A warm body curled around her from behind, his heavy arm draped over her hip. She was afraid to open her eyes. Afraid to see just which man had left and which had stayed.
Was it over now?
She’d gotten her promised one night. A blur of hands and mouths and smoky promises made in the shadows. As if she had any right to ask for more.
She shifted, hissing softly at the tenderness between her thighs. She wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting—relief that her V-card was officially in ashes? Or was it more complicated than that?
How could she want two men at the same time?
It truly was the sixty-four million dollar question. Because there wasn’t an answer. She’d thought Tristan had been enough. When he touched her, she felt more than she had in forever.
Was she tempting fate by asking for more? Better yet, asking for two?
Opening her eyes would force her to face the questions buzzing under her skin. Did she want to find Tristan beside her, or Sparks?
I want both.
She closed her eyes even tighter, not letting even a sliver of sun inside. She didn’t want to know.
Didn’t want to be disappointed.
Maybe the other one was getting a coffee and she wouldn’t have to face that decision just yet.
A hand slid up her body to cup her breast. She knew his touch already. The combination of rough and sure without going over the edge. She gasped and arched, straining for more. Disappointment blurred into pleasure.
She loved Tristan’s touch. It had started her night off so well, but she couldn’t deny that she missed Sparks. His solid watchfulness and perfect timing wound her up just as much as Tris’s dominant possession.
He hardened behind her. All he’d need to do was reach back for a condom and then she’d find the pleasure she’d known the night before. Nothing but pleasure.
But he didn’
