Page 37 of Their Wicked Ways
“Do you want another night with us?”
Jett’s eyes widened. “But you said you only do one-offs.”
“We did.” I glanced at Ez to make sure we were on the same page. His look told me we were. “But that was before. We’re flying blind here too. We’ve never been in a situation where we’ve seen one of our thirds after the fact. We’re trying to figure shit out the same as you.”
“And if we do it again?” he asked in that breathy tone I liked way too much. “Won’t that make things even more complicated?”
Ez shifted me so I was in front of him, and he could lean me against his front. “It will.” He slid one hand down my chest and stroked my stomach. I sighed and relaxed against him. “It’s your call what you want to do.”
He chewed on the corner of his lip, heat and uncertainty warring in his gaze. “Are you going to treat me like I’m breakable?”
“No.” I pushed my ass back and rubbed it against Ez’s hard cock. “But we’d like to kiss you this time.”
His eyes rounded comically. “What?” he squeaked.
“If you consent, of course.” Ez pressed a soft kiss against my neck.
I tilted my head so he’d do it again. He obliged.
“But you don’t kiss others…”
“No, but we also don’t do repeats,” I said, circling my hips to tease Ez’s cock. His soft moan fanned over my ear and lit me up from the inside. “Rules change.”
What the fuck was going on?
I meant every word I said, and Ez agreed with me. But what the ever-loving hell was happening? I’d never once had the urge to kiss anyone other than Ez. Not once in my entire life, but I wanted to kiss Jett.
I couldn’t even blame knowing the truth about his inexperience or wanting to make up for taking his virginity before he got his first kiss with a man.
Iwantedto kiss him. Just like I’d wanted to that first night.
“Are you sure?” Jett licked his lip again.
“Yes.” Ez slipped his hand under my shirt and rubbed my bare skin.
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JETT
“Are you sure?”I licked my lip, heat pooling in my belly.
“Yes.” Ez slipped his hand under Wes’s shirt and rubbed his abs. “Do you want us?” he asked, his lips next to Wes’s ear.
He shuddered and gripped the back of Ez’s thigh with one hand, his cheeks flushing pink.
The truth was, I’d never stopped wanting them. I’d spent most of my mental energy over the past month trying to act normal at work, but I was so frazzled and distracted by my attraction to them that I basically fell apart any time we were in the same space off-site.
I hated feeling so out of control, and the weight of the guilt I felt after every late-night jerk-off session where they’d played the starring roles in my fantasies had been eating away at me.
I didn’t even watch porn anymore, and I hated using toys now that I knew how much better the real thing felt.
For weeks, I’d ping-ponged between quitting my job so I never had to see them again and going back to Envy to find another random to hook up with so I could stop obsessing about them.
But neither of those were actually options. I liked my job, and I couldn’t do that to Quinn after he’d taken a chance and hired me. And as much as I was freaking out about living alone, it was time. I needed to get on my own two feet and start learning how to navigate the world as an adult.
But beyond that, the thought of hooking up with anyone else right now was about as appealing as wading barefoot through wet concrete.
I’d expected my first time with a guy to be weird and painful, kind of like ripping a bandage off. Once it was done and over with, the next time would be better.