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Right. I completely forgot about Atlas doing it last night, but now that I’m thinking about it, my mind whirs with the memory of his skin pressed to mine, his arms locked tight around me, his mouth doing things to my neck I could practically feel in my oversensitive, horny dick.
“Gotcha.” He grins wide, flopping back in his seat. “I told him to get laid. Didn’t realize you’d be the practice dummy.”
“What?”
“We’ve got a dare. Big lug thinks sex with a guy would be just as good as sex with a girl so I told him ‘bet’. You two must have been hammered as hell to fool around like that.”
My first thought is that even if Atlas and I had hooked up, he’d never done the same with a girl to compare.
The second thought is that it sounds like Shiloh doesn’t know that.
Which throws me for a loop because Shiloh and Atlas share everything.
The last thing to cross my mind is that finicky little word: dare.
Did Atlas’ initial reasoning for messaging B have to do with this dare? I can’t imagine him lying to me. Can’t imagine those kisses and touches came from a place of deception.
Even then, he’s been honest in that he wants to experiment, wants me to help him understand his body and mind.
Am I the stepping stone to him finding a guy he really wants to fuck?
I could put an end to it now before anything happens.
Anything except for kisses that make me feel safe and warm and has my body screaming with arousal.
Atlas never turns down a dare with Shiloh. It’s a key part of their friendship. If I turn him away… does that mean he’ll just find someone else to have all his firsts with?
Shit, I want his firsts.
I don’t realize I’ve gone silent until Shiloh’s sigh fills the silence of the car, and even then I don’t know what to tell him. So, I swallow hard and do my best to put him at ease.
“We didn’t fool around. This is from Noah.”
“Oh? You broke away from grinding on Atlas long enough to get your neck sucked by your kissing buddy?”
I know he’s ribbing me, but there’s something else in his voice. Something that almost sounds bitter.
“We were just dancing.”
“Atlas doesn’t dance with me like that.”
Now I’m the one who sighs.
“Have you ever asked him?”
“What?”
We stop at a red light, and I turn my attention to my brother, who looks flushed and perplexed with his brows drawn tight and his lips formed into a hard line.
“Have you ever asked him to dance with you like that? You don’t get to be jealous of what he does with other people if you aren’t willing to ask him for it yourself.”
That seems to shock him into silence, but his lack of vocal response doesn’t stop him from kicking the dash and dropping his legs dramatically.
“Oh, fuck you, Blair. I’m not fucking jealous. Maybe my brother and best friend getting frisky in front of a shit ton of people rubbed me the wrong way. You think about that?”
Yes, Shiloh, it’s all I’ve thought about since I realized I was attracted to him.
“It was just fun. Didn’t mean anything, bud. I promise, nothing happened.”
