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She laughed, then coughed. “Was there a conversation I missed while I got ready for bed, or are you two sharing a brain right now?”
“I think we’d rather share something else?” Thatcher sat up, swinging his legs off the side of the bed.
The awkward smile dropped from her face as her gaze darted from him to me. I’d lost my smirk somewhere along the way too, as I stood up. Her gaze dropped to my jeans and when she looked back into my eyes, desire burned.
Was it for me? For Thatcher?
After the talk when I’d taken her virginity, I made a point not to talk about our sex life with the guys. I didn’t need to know, like they probably didn’t want to know the details of the others.
But now, as I stalked toward the bed, ready to shed some of the responsibility of the last week, I was curious. Did she make the same noises for Thatcher? The same faces? Did she grip his shoulders when she was close to coming?
I believed those kinds of thoughts would only torture me, but as Thatcher shut her laptop, and smoothed his fingers down her jaw to tip her chin up, it wasn’t jealously I was feeling.
It was pure, naked, lust.
“How do you feel about the three of us together? Have you done this before?” Thatcher’s voice was a low, seductive murmur. So hypnotic I almost found myself swaying toward the bed.
Astrid sucked in a deep breath, her chest expanding beneath the thin material of a Midnight Marionette T-shirt. “I haven’t,” she whispered.
“Do you want to?” I asked, my voice gruff.
“Do you?” She glanced between us again.
A smile softened the harsh desire on Thatcher’s face. He used the back of his fingers to stroke down her throat, before cupping the side of her neck. “I think both of us standing here means we want to. It’s only ever about you. The important thing is, you’re comfortable. Are you turned on, or embarrassed?”
“Turned on,” she answered with no hesitation. The slight shift of her thighs together said she was telling the truth.
“How do you want us?” I asked, bending down to brace my fists on the bed. With my eyes level with hers, she leaned forward as if she thought I would kiss her.
“I can’t make these decisions.” She shook her head once. “Out of all of us, I have the least experience. Pastor’s daughter, remember?”
“Astrid,” Thatcher said, calling her out. “You’re telling me, in all the teenage years you had access to a laptop—hell, just the time you’ve been at the cottage without your mom and dad lording their expectations over your head—you haven’t watched porn?”
The flush in her cheeks deepened and spread over her entire face and I grinned wide. She had. Where the hell had I been? “What did you watch?”
She grimaced, refusing to answer right away. “Come on, Astrid. What was it? The sweet missionary stuff? The softcore emotional porn targeted for women? BDSM? Threesomes?”
“Oh god,” she groaned. “I don’t know why this is embarrassing me. I think I could tell you if it was just two of us.”
Thatcher and I exchanged amused looks. “That makes me think you were watching something extra scandalous.” I chuckled.
“I…have only watched it a few times. Mainly gang bangs.” Her words were muffled as she covered her face. Even the backs of her hands were red.
That wasn’t what I expected to hear at all. My sweet, awkward hippie girlfriend watched gangbangs when I wasn’t home?
“Wow,” Thatcher cleared his throat and adjusted his dick. “That wasn’t even close to what I thought you’d watched. How hardcore of you.” Then he smiled uncontrollably.
When she dropped her hands, her startling blue eyes stood out even more against the pink of her skin. Her eyes seemed larger, more endearing than usual. “It was only for educational purposes. I was curious.” Her head tipped to the side as if she thought we’d be mean about it.
She should know better.
“Curious?” I asked, keeping my voice neutral. She didn’t need to fear anything from us. Ever.
“Logistics, you know. How it would all work if eventually…”
Thatcher whipped his shirt over his head. “Hell, that’s all the motivation I need. We’ll table this for a later discussion, and we won’t be doing anything like what you probably saw tonight anyway. That takes buildup.”
She swallowed, the apple of her cheeks darkening just a little more. “So, what do you want to do tonight?” Her voice was high even as it was raspy.
