“Try again, Mioko. With the truth. Unless you’re done playing?”
I looked down at my hands, shifting in my seat, realizing how wet I was, just from watching them touch. “Fine. Yes, I enjoy gay porn. And… other stuff.”
“Like?” Luke asked.
“This isn’t a multi-part question.”
“You still haven’t answered part one,” Eli said.
“Threesomes, okay?” I grumped at them. “Two guys and a girl.”
“Oh? I thought you weren’t that kind of matchmaker,” Luke said, flashing his cheeky smile. “Don’t worry, we’re not teasing you, that’s sexy as fuck. We’ll even give you a live show. If you want to lay on the bed with your vibrator and watch me get my hole fucked, I’m all for it.”
“My turn,” I said, meeting Eli’s eyes. “Truth or dare.”
“Truth,” Eli said.
I swallowed. “If you’re so in love with each other, why do you want to fuck a woman together? Just fuck each other.”
“Because it’s fucking hot to think about,” Luke said, leaning back and running his hands down his body.
“Luke is bi, and I’m mostly straight. We both like women, so why not enjoy one together? It’s the ultimate fantasy,” Eli said. “Now you. Truth or dare, Mioko?”
“Dare,” I said, not wanting to risk a truth after the porn thing.
Eli’s smile was slow and dangerous. “Kiss me.”
My heart stuttered. “That’s not—I don’t—”
“You don’t what?” he challenged softly. “Don’t want to? Don’t think it’s a good idea? Or are you scared of what you might feel?”
There was something in his eyes—a vulnerability beneath the bravado—that made my resistance crumble. Before I could overthink it, I walked over to their side of the table and stood between his legs.
“It’s just a game,” he said quietly. “You can quit at any time.”
But it wasn’t, was it? This was about proving to him that he was wrong. That he and Luke were meant to be, and that I should have no part of it.
I meant it to be quick, perfunctory, a dare fulfilled and nothing more. I stepped between his legs and leaned down, laying a hand on the scratchy skin of his chin and tilting his head up, meeting his icy blue eyes as I leaned in for a kiss.
The moment our lips touched, something electric shot through me. Eli’s mouth was warm and surprisingly soft, his stubble a delicious contrast against my skin. He tasted like apples and cinnamon, like Henry’s pastries, like home.
I climbed into his lap, straddling his thighs and deepening the kiss, and felt his hand slide up to cradle the back of my neck, holding me in place as he devoured my mouth. I opened for him without thinking, my body responding on instinct to his skilled mouth as his cock hardened between my legs.
It was good. Too good. Heat pooled low in my belly, and I found myself pressing closer, wanting more of the delicious pressure of his hard cock where I needed it most. Even through his jeans, the slide was erotic.
When we finally broke apart, I was breathing hard, my lips tingling, my mind spinning. I couldn’t look at either of them, overwhelmed by the intensity of my reaction. This wasn’t part of the plan. I was supposed to help them find each other, not insert myself into their love story.
“That was hot as fuck,” Luke murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Do I get one?”
I shook my head, trying to clear it and stop myself from crawling out of Eli’s lap and into Luke’s. Which was exactly what I wanted to do.
“This isn’t—I’m not part of this. I’m just the matchmaker, remember? You two belong together. I’m just...”
“Just what?” Eli asked, his thumb brushing my lower lip, making me shiver. “Just the woman who saw what we were too blind to admit? Just the person brave enough to push us back together?”
“The sexy vixen who lured us into countless encounters with her clever flirting?” Luke added.
“If that was clever flirting, you’re both too easy to lure.”
