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There’s an openness in her eyes I don’t think I’ve seen in any of the women I’ve been with, and when she bites her bottom lip, just enough to drive me over the top insane, I take her mouth in a hard kiss.
She wraps one hand around my neck and keeps her other in Ethan’s grasp. Her fingers weave through the mess that is my hair and I inhale her scent, clean and fresh just like the body wash she keeps in her shower, which I smelled one day when I was snooping. Under other circumstances, I might be taking a woman like this to my bedroom right now.
But there’s nothing normal about this, not least of which is that it’s not just the two of us, but rather three.
Sorry, Leo.
I press her to me and her heart is beating so hard I can feel it against my own chest, and her curious tongue is exploring mine. Fuck, I want to take off her clothes and properly see her in all her glory.
But there’s time for that.
I gently pull back from our kiss and cup her face. “Pretty girl. We can’t be leaving Ethan out in the dark now, can we?”
I figure she’ll either slap me—or both of us—across the face and bail, or she’ll realize she’s with two guys who worship her.
And want to do naughty things to her.
I’m betting on the latter.
* * *
24
AVA
Holy shit.
I’m making out with two guys.
Two.
At work, Lana brags about her threesomes—and moresomes—but I’ve never really considered something like that for myself. While it seems sexy and all, it also sounds like a lot of work, and I’ve never been convinced the payoff would be there. Like, is it worth the trouble? All those dicks and just one vagina.
So clinical.
Maybe that attitude’s my problem. One of several.
I haven’t kissed anyone since I was dumped. It’s kind of unbelievable, because it’s been a few months now, but there’s been no one. Big fat zero love life, and I’ve been fine with it. Funny for a sex and relationship columnist, but that’s me.
Not that anyone is aware of that. Of course, thanks to my last column, everyone in the world knows about my ‘placeholder’ story, and no one has seen me with a guy since. But they are blissfully unaware that’s how I plan to keep it for the foreseeable future.
It’s kind of like everything below the belt had gone on strike and just ain’t coming back anytime soon.
Not that any of that had worked that well for me, anyway. Some might think it’s sad, but I’m okay with it. I have my friends, career, a fabulous apartment in Manhattan, and lots to keep me busy.
But now, kissing these two guys, as bad an idea as it probably is, is waking up something inside me. There are no fireworks, nothing like that. But the tingling in my stomach, which I haven’t felt in a long, long, time, is emerging like a bear after its winter slumber.
And it’s growing stronger. With a fistful of my hair in his grip, Ethan tilts my head and slides his tongue into my mouth. I lean back into Jasper for balance, and when his hands move up to my breasts, I don’t stop him. I know I should. Nothing good can come of this.
I don’t, though, because it feels so damn nice.
“Fuck…” Ethan moans into my mouth.
While I realize I only just started kissing these guys, I can already say it was never as hot as this with my ex. Sure, we did everything, but it was rote. He’d go down on me for a couple minutes, I’d suck his dick for a couple, then he’d get on top of me and pump away in his frantic-rabbit fashion. He’d finish, go shower, and that was that.
Somehow, I don’t think these guys operate that way. Not that I’ll ever know. We’re just playing around with some harmless kissing. No big deal. No opportunity for regrets or anything like that.
Small fry stuff.
