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“It’s a fairly accurate description.”
I swallow and pull my eyes from him. So much has changed about him but hearing him confirm what happens doesn’t make my body respond the way I presumed it would.
I don’t picture him working over a pair of girls who just can’t get enough, but I’m not exactly turned off by the prospect of him stroking that generous cock of his while he watches other people get nasty together.
“Does it disgust you?” He angles his head in my direction, but he keeps his eyes on the road.
I would’ve looked at the person asking such things, but I guess Emmalyn and Misty have a point about taking one of the guys when we want to go somewhere. He’s frustratingly cautious with our safety.
“Do you want to get a hotel room?”
The SUV jolts forward, his foot pressing heavy on the gas before he taps the brakes to slow us down.
I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing at his response.
“You’re turned on?” he surmises, a frown marking his face rather than the smile I expected.
I count this as a point for myself in this battle neither one of us agreed to have. Not responding with jealousy and anger is the opposite of what he expected.
“Are you shaming me for it?” I ask.
He doesn’t respond.
“I figured if you liked watching other people, you’d be interested in sitting across the room while I bring myself to orgasm on my fingers.”
He shifts in his seat again, and I want to fist pump the air for getting the upper hand.
“I never said I liked to watch, Grace. You should know I’m more of a hands-on kind of guy.”
He looks at me when we roll up to a stop light in town. I have to look away from him. I should know better than to play this game with him, but the victorious smirk on his face isn’t going to bring the reaction he’s expecting, or maybe it will and I’m just reading him wrong. Does he know me well enough to make me play right into his hands?
I conclude that he doesn’t. Twelve years is a very long time, and neither of us have experienced as much life as we have without letting it mold us into different people.
“So, are you more interested in group sex or one-on-one?”
He blinks at me, only turning back to traffic to drive forward when someone behind us honks because the light turned green.
“I’m equal opportunity these days,” he says, his voice low, marked with a huskiness that wasn’t there a minute ago.
I refuse to be shocked. Isn’t it every man’s fantasy to have more than one woman fawning over him?
There’s only one way for me to turn the tables on him, and I don’t know if that’s a path I’m willing to make. It’s fear that I might be wrong that keeps me silent for several more miles as we drive through town.
I have no idea when I made the choice to stop fighting what I’ve always felt for this man, but the outcome is the same. I want him.
I know I can’t just confess that I made a mistake when he hit one knee twelve years ago. I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to admit that I’ve thought about him more than anyone would consider healthy. Saying those things right now would be revealing too much of myself, especially since he seems to have no interest in me.
What I can do is put a challenge in front of him that will tell me if I have a fighting chance of getting him in my arms and managing to keep him there.
“I’ve never had a threesome,” I say, deciding to take the risk that has the potential to force me onto a plane tomorrow. “I’ve always wanted to do it. When I watch porn, that’s my go-to.”
I hate that I’m lying, but it serves a purpose. I’ve never wanted a threesome, never imagined giving myself to two men or women at the same time. The porn I watch when my own imagination isn’t enough is the slow and sensual stuff. I refuse to evaluate why I get off on watching two people who seem like they’re in love have sex when I’ve always been vocal about never wanting to settle down.
“Since you have them all the time, maybe you can set one of those up for me.”
The muscle in his jaw flexes again, giving me hope.
“Yeah?” he asks, his tone marked with irritation. “How do you picture that? Two guys? Another girl? Three women including yourself? Do you see me as part of it?”
I clear my throat, waiting a minute to respond, letting him just sit there with those thoughts in his head.
“I think having you there would be best. I think I’d be more comfortable.”
