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My phone rang, FaceTime from the girls. Hearing from them made me smile, but getting the call so early in the day made me suspicious.
They were still having a blast though. Harmony needed to be wearing more sunscreen, based on how pink her cheeks were, but they were both excited for dinner with Mickey tonight. I blew them kisses, sent them on their way, and headed upstairs.
When I reached the main floor, Tanner was in the dining room, laptop in front of him, typing away.
Hey, what if all three of us fucked?The question bounced in my thoughts.
No way was I saying that. “I’m getting a beer, do you want one?” I headed for the fridge and grabbed two bottles.
“Not apple juice in a sippy cup?” Tanner’s teasing question hit my back.
I pressed cold glass to the inside of my wrist to sap away some of the heat flooding me. Nope, didn’t work. I took a seat next to him at the table instead, and slid him one of the bottles. “If that’s your kink…”
“My kink is making a gorgeous woman scream in the bedroom.” He closed his laptop, took the bottle opener from me, and popped the top on both drinks.
God in heaven help me. It was such a cocky response, and the way he delivered it with zero hesitation had my pulse racing. I took a long swallow of my beer, measuring my reply. “Let’s be honest, that’s most men’s kink.”
“Not from what I’ve heard.” He smirked. “It’s my understanding a lot of guys are only focused on getting themselves in, off, and out.”
“Touché.”
“What makes you scream in the bedroom?” He didn’t miss a beat, did he?
And I wasn’t a doe-eyed fangirl in a bar, no matter how much my body was reacting to the fact his arm settled next to mine, sending heat spilling between us. Attraction and fantasy were nice, but the stubborn part of me wasn’t doing this—whateverthiswas—unless I was fully convinced. “Dirty socks on the floor directly next to the clothes hamper.”
“Fair point.” His smirk became a chuckle. “But seriously for a moment.”
This was fun. How was this fun? “I’ll try.”
“Your actual kink?”
My response stuck in my throat as I wavered between giving him a version of the truth and tugging up another diversionary response.
“Long work hours. Never slowing down. I bet you’re a masochist,” Tanner said.
“Nope.” I popped thep. “To each their own, but for me, there’s enough pain in the world already. A little light spanking and hair pulling is the extent of the sting I’m looking for. I want to be pampered in the bedroom. You?”
He glided his fingers lightly along the back of my neck and I couldn’t suppress my gasp at the shudder of desire his touch elicited.
“Wrapping a woman’s hair around my fingers”—he knotted his hand lightly in my curls—“looking her in the eye”—he held my gaze—“and telling you what a gorgeous girl you are while I glide my cock into your mouth.”
My breath caught and my anticipation spiked. I stopped theyes pleasefrom whimpering past my lips. “That’s only sexy depending on what comes before and after.” The shift in pronouns hadn’t escaped me either.
“Before? You. After? You again, but hopefully both of us.” Tanner let go of my hair, brushing his fingers over my cheek as his hand fell back to the table.
Part of me was fully aware he could be saying whatever it took to get me into bed. A much louder part was absolutely into and turned on by this conversation. “Theyouin this case being a singular and unspecified entity.”
“Theyouin this case beingyou.” His gaze never left mine.
This wasn’t working. Sure, the attention was amazing, and yes, my body was begging for what he was offering, but I couldn’t make myself suspend disbelief. I wrapped my hands around my beer, to keep myself from fidgeting. “Where is this coming from?”
“I don’t understand.”
That was my line. I didn’t understand what either of us was doing. “Don’t take my question the wrong way, you talk a good game. But… it came out of nowhere.” There it was—the root of my biggest hesitation. I got along great with both guys, trusted them, it was why they were in my home. And yes, I’d drooled and fantasized and probably—definitely—lightly flirted on more than one occasion. Especially with Tanner; he made it easy.
But this? It was as if someone had flipped Tanner’shornyswitch and he homed in on the nearest body.
He raked his fingers through his hair and exhaled noisily.
