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“I have never felt more like a third wheel than I do right now,” Jagger mutters, making Astrid giggle.
“You’re not a third wheel. A cockblock for sure, but never a third wheel,” I answer.
“He’s not a cockblock. I’m not having sex with you.” Astrid shoves my chest, but my hands slide to her hips and hold her in place.
“Ever? Or just right now?”
“Right now. Though, I make no promises. You might be pretty to look at, but half the time, I want to set you on fire.”
“You hear that, Jagger? She thinks I’m pretty.”
“Ah, selective hearing at its finest.” Jagger snorts before sliding closer, taking the spot Astrid previously occupied.
I watch as his large, scarred hand reaches up and cups her jaw. “I don’t want to start over because, right or wrong, getting to know you has been the highlight of my year. I don’t want a redo. I just want to make amends.” He leans in closer and presses a barely-there kiss against the corner of her mouth.
Her eyes flutter closed for a second before they snap open. “Wait. Let me get this straight because I’m not sure I’m reading you right.
“You want me?” she asks me, looking unsure.
With my hands still on her hips, I yank her closer so she can feel how hard my dick is. “Fuck yes, I want you.”
She gasps at the contact before swallowing and turning back to look at Jagger. “And you want me?”
He reaches for her hand and slides it over his jean-covered dick, leaving no room for arguments.
Her mouth drops open, like she’s simply run out of words, before she shakes her head and pulls herself together. “Do I have to choose between you?”
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. But if we had a choice, it would be to see you squirming between us. Like most of the guys here, we like to share.” Jagger tells her straight out.
She looks at us both with curiosity. There is a hint of fear in her expression, but I can see the lust in her eyes too.
“It’s twice the fun.” I lean forward and press a kiss to her jaw.
“And twice the heartbreak,” she whispers.
“Princess, I’m not planning on breaking anything but the bed.”
She laughs in surprise at that before sighing. “I don’t get it.”
“Get what, princess?”
“Look, you guys are—” She waves a hand over both of us as if that’s the answer.
“We’re…”
She huffs. “Women would trip over themselves to jump on a ride either of you offer. I guess I’m asking, why me?”
“No, you want to know if we want you because it’s convenient. Not looking for a sex slave, Astrid,” Jagger tells her.
“Speak for yourself,” I grumble.
She pokes me in the ribs, making me smirk.
“I’m not going to apologize for having very wicked thoughts about you.”
She shakes her head.
“Well?”
