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I continue to lick around her clit. It teases her just enough and I’m so turned on, but this is as far as it’s going tonight.
My fingers find my way inside of her, and she lets out yet another little moan. Man, I’m rock-hard at this point. This is about her, and only her, in this moment. Hell, for tonight, it’s all about her.
Her cries of pleasure are muffled, and I look up to see a pillow over her mouth. Yeah, we have prying ears downstairs who’d like more details. I’m amused she understands Bridget as much as I do.
My tongue continues its assault when her body begins to quake and my finger finds her G-spot. Between my tongue and the two digits in her, her body quakes with pleasure and I’m pleased with myself. It’s been a while and honestly, as I’m learning now, Marcie was a dud in the bedroom. Nothing got me off with her, not like Charis or Stone. These naughty two, who have become a part of my life in less than three nights, give me a renewed outlook. And honestly, the sex is second to them. And the sex is fucking amazing, with Stone—and I know it’ll be more than amazing when I fill Charis up. So, that says a lot about how I feel about them as people.
I lean forward. I’ve not even peered at her majestic peaks yet, but I’ve fallen and fallen hard.
“Um, what about you?” She points to my evident hard-on in my jeans.
“Tonight was for you and you alone, my goddess. I only wanted to get you off. After what you sort of put together about Stone’s needs, I don’t want to do out-and-out anything without talking, maybe having an idea of what we want. Because I’ll tell you what, relationships are hard enough, you get three involved, and it gets even dicier. And fuck, I don’t know what I’m doing.”
She settles up against the headboard, pulling blankets over her naked self. But she opens the comforter enough as an invitation for me to snuggle in next to her.
“Do you know more about Stone. I know what he’s told me, but do you know more?”
I pull for my phone, hitting his name in my contacts, and switch it over to FaceTime. Her eyes ask me the question she doesn’t have to ask.
“It’s not my story to tell, but as you’ve been able to figure out, he’s not really shy about telling people what he wants.”
She lets out a little snicker to tell me she’s figured this out. The phone rings and rings, and I’m positive our call to Stone will end up in his voice mail.
“Hey, Teach.” His eyes widen when I bring the camera in view of Charis and me in my bed together. “Well, hell, love, did Gibson get up in your knickers? Wait, did you get your end away?”
I don’t have the ability to try to figure out his English/Irish slang to save my life, not in the moment, and it’s Charis who starts with her questions. “I don’t understand him, sometimes, at all. Into my knickers I get—yes, he did, but get your end away?”
“Oh, love, I’m sorry. I forget I’m not in the UK sometimes, still. Did you have sex when he was in your knickers?”
We don’t simply laugh, but the cackles fill the air. “Nah, I didn’t think it was right, not after you told our Greek Goddess that you want us both. And we only had sex before we knew we were into the same girl. So now, I think we should wait until we chat.”
His smile beams. “So, is there sex in the future, and just so you know—talk is overrated?”
I know he’s joking because he’s shared how much communication is needed in a triad to make it work.
“I’m just kidding, Teach.” He must have seen the seriousness wash over my face. “Anyway, I feel like there’s a reason you called, other than to brag you’ve been in her knickers.”
Charis cuts me off before I can respond. “Just for clarification, he wasn’t in my knickers. Quite the contrary, he took off my knickers, with his teeth.”
“Ah, shit, love, you’re killing me here. But go ahead. Was there a question you wanted to ask?”
Charis’s smile now washes over her face. “Yeah, I was curious, in your triad, you spoke of earlier, were all three were willing partners? Equal opportunity you could say.”
His eyes dart to mine, then to Charis.
“She wanted to know, and it wasn’t my place to share it,” I explain.
He scrubs his face. Fuck, he’s so handsome with some scruff on his chiseled cheeks. “Yes, love. It’s the reason Katherine and I divorced. She always knew I was bi and when we were about five years into our marriage, I asked her if she’d consider sharing me with a man, who could love her like I did. She tried it, she really did, for me.”
He looks almost ashamed, which is so unlike the confident man I know as Stone O’Leary.
“Anyway, she couldn’t do it. She cried for days after I brought the first man home. She was willing to let me see him on the side, because she was that unselfish, but I couldn’t do it, not without her. I loved her, but she loved me more. After about a year, she fought for our divorce, on the grounds that I wasn’t truly happy without the touch of a man. She never blamed me, knowing from the beginning with my tastes. It was so unselfish on her part, but at the same time, I didn’t want to be without Katherine in my life.”
I swear his eyes gloss over with tears.
“She filed for divorce, and it was only right I let her go back to the States. I followed her, paying for everything, along with an alimony or what we call a maintenance fee in the UK. This was my choice to pay, and that would afford her a life she deserved. Even if she had ever decided to remarry, I’d pay her a lump sum of this maintenance fee to take care of her.”
The hurt is so evident as it falls off of him. “I’m so sorry. But it was her choice, more than yours. You didn’t let her down. She loved you, she let you go, because it was best for you. I didn’t have to know her, to understand she was a wonderful person.” This is Charis in her upbeat way, seeing the world through rainbow lenses.
