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West lets out a deep sigh and draws our attention back to him. “Maybe it wasn’t us. Perhaps there was something wrong with them.”
Of course. Always the women’s fault, right. Misogynistic assholes. “Ah, I see now.” With a nod, I slide off my stool.
“You see what?” Xander asks.
“You just use them up for three months and then toss them out, is that it? I mean are these poor women supposed to satisfy all of your needs every single day and night? It must be exhausting.” Despite my argument, what they’re asking has my panties wet and I haven’t even been touched. But that’s just the fantasy of it all, right? “I bet the reality of dating you three means constant blowjobs with minimal return.”
“Actually, Xander and West give incredible blow jobs, so that wouldn’t fall entirely on you,” Zeke replies coolly, and I realize I said that last part out loud.
But wait. What?Now this just got a whole lot more interesting. Studying the three of them, I wait for someone to say that I’m being punked, but they’re all wearing dead-serious expressions. I must admit, they are the finest looking men I’ve ever seen, and the thought of them together as well as with me—I have to clench my fists to keep from fanning my face. The visual alone is enough to make a girl come in her panties. But what on earth do they see in me?
Xander licks his lips. “And it’s less like minimal return”—he glances between his two friends—“and more like three times your investment back.”
“I’d say more,” West adds, and his eyes twinkle with deviousness. “The number of times we makea returnhas never been an issue.”
I swallow the breath that sticks in my throat. Triple the orgasms. My pussy clenches, letting me know she approves, and I squeeze my thighs together to silence her. “So, you’re all together.” I wave my hand in the air. “Like with each other too?”
Xander grins. “Yeah.”
“So, who’s a top and who’s a bottom? Or do you all switch?”
West cracks a smile, but it’s Xander who replies. “Zeke and West are tops. I’m a bottom.”
I nod, fascinated by their dynamic. I had no freaking clue they were together like that, but I guess what they do in private is their business.And maybe mine now too?“I’m a bottom by the way. Just FYI.”
For some reason that makes Xander and West laugh, and even Zeke shows a trace of amusement.
“What? Some women top.”
At this point, West slides off his stool and walks around the island. He stands so close to me that I can smell his fresh masculine scent, and it makes the space between my legs ache with need.
“If you agree to this, Lily, there’s not a single scenario where it won’t be you getting fucked by one of us. We know you’re a bottom, princess.”
I swallow hard. Holy cow, I so want to be fucked by all three of them. I mean not all at the same time—or maybe at the same time?Shaking my head to clear it, I wonder what the hell is wrong with me. I breathe in West’s scent, and it must scramble my senses because I’m actually considering this. “H-how long do I have to make a decision?”
He leans closer, his lips dusting over my hair. I think he’s going to kiss me, but he reaches behind me and grabs my glass from the counter. “Take a few days.”
Licking my lips, I nod.
His cloudy gray eyes narrow on my face. “We’re discreet about our lifestyle, Lily. Whether you agree to this or not, we ask that you keep this to yourself.”
“Of course,” I assure him. What I don’t tell him is that keeping secrets is my thing. That I have so many secrets of my own, I sometimes forget what the truth is supposed to be.
ChapterTwelve
WEST
Zeke disappeared straight after dinner, claiming he had work to do, but Xander and I know him well enough to know that he’s freaking out. Lily is better than we could have hoped or imagined. This thing with her might actually have a shot, and that scares the shit out of him. Because he really fucking likes this one.
I walk Lily down the hallway toward the guest room. Xander got to take her home last night, and the charming little fucker kissed her, so it’s my turn to escort her to bed. I stuff my hands into my pockets to stop myself from touching her. She’s covered from her neck to her fucking toes, but in some ways that’s worse because I can’t stop thinking about peeling those clothes off her body and running my hands over every goddamn inch of her skin.
My cock aches for a little relief, and it would be so fucking easy to slide myself inside her and stay there until sunrise. She glances sideways at me, a shy smile on her lips. Her dark eyelashes flutter against her pink cheeks.
“You have any more questions?” We spent the last hour discussing our likes and dislikes—most of them anyway; we left out Zeke’s particular kinks for now—and what the expectations would be if she took us up on our offer.
She sinks her teeth into her soft bottom lip. “No. I think you explained everything.”
“Okay. Good.” I come to a stop outside the guest room, and she peers inside.
