A million thoughts race through my head as we barrel through the door of Mitch’s bedroom. Mitch’s excitement is contagious and electrifying as he follows us into the room and slams the door shut behind him.
I’ve been in this room many times before, but the sight of Mitch’s neatly made bed waiting for us to make a mess of it fills me with excitement. I bite my bottom lip and allow Mitch’s excitement to take over my body and become my own.
“You’re not fucking with me, right?” Mitch asks cautiously.
“Well, I mean, that’s kind of the plan,” Ian says, dropping me gently to my feet, my skirt riding up, flashing Mitch my ass.
I can tell Ian is nervous, too, but he hides it well behind that ever-present smile of his, which I’ve learned tonight is just a mask. It's much like my own but at opposite ends of the spectrum. I push people away, and he clings onto them for dear life. Mitch creates a perfect bridge between our conflicting personalities—a perfect harmony of hearts and hunger.
"What made you change your mind?” Mitch asks, walking up to me slowly.
I tear my eyes from the bed before speaking, “We had a little chat.”
Mitch eyes every inch of my face, studying me for any sign of hesitation. “And you're sure?”
The concern in his eyes sets my skin ablaze.
“Ian was very…persuasive,” I say, a blush creeping over my cheeks.
Mitch’s eyes dart up behind me before he reaches his hand out and grabs Ian’s shirt, pulling him close and closing the distance between their lips over my shoulder.
I let out an audible gasp at the sight of their tongues twisting together with a front-row view.
Not thirty minutes ago, watching them devour each other like this would have ruined me. But watching them now sets my soul on fire with a want I can’t quite explain. I watch in awe as their lips collide, and I realize I’m no longer feeling nervous about what’s to come but excruciatingly turned on.
Mitch steps back, spins me around to face Ian, and commands, “Prove it. Prove this is what you want.”
I lick my lips in anticipation of Ian taking them, but he doesn’t. His eyes linger on Mitch, then on me, as he takes a deep breath and sinks his hands into the pockets of his faded jeans.
A moment of panic passes by in a blur, and I desperately remind myself theywantme here; this isn’t some elaborate prank or attempt at degradation. These men surrounding me are not the ghosts from my past here to haunt me. I take a deep breath, and the realization hits me that Mitch wasn’t commanding Ian…the command is meant for me.
In the parking lot, Ian gave me a suspicion that they had talked about me plenty. I’m the only one here with anything to prove about wanting to do this.
I step closer to Ian, who stands tall with a cocky-ass smile on his handsome face. His five o’clock shadow is more pronounced in the dim light of Mitch’s bedroom. I place my hands on his biceps, pop up on my tippy toes, and hover my lips so close to his that our noses brush against each other. He breathes me in, and I linger as butterflies take flight in my stomach. Before mymind can wander into unwanted territories of doubt and self-depreciation, I close the distance and kiss him.
I’m kissing Ian Summers. It’s a small kiss. Not the kind of kiss you would expect from someone about to be fucked by two best friends, but it’s the best my nerves will allow at the moment.
I pull away to calm my shaky legs, but as soon as our eyes meet, the fire I saw in Mitch’s eyes ignites in Ian's, and his hand wraps around the back of my neck, pulling me into him. His lips crash into mine with a hunger that was missing from his advances in the parking lot.
The Ian that existed outside is nowhere to be found in this man full of lips, teeth, tongue, and hands. Oh God, his hands. One moment, they’re running up my side, and the next, they're up my shirt, cupping my breasts through my beer-soaked bra, on my throat squeezing ever so gently, gripping fists of my hair, tugging me closer as if that were even possible.
I whimper under the demand of his touch, a furious hunger building in my belly. My already wet panties aren’t going to be able to contain my arousal much longer.
“Fuck,” Mitch growls from behind me as he watches Ian consume me whole.
I arch my back into Ian, greedy for his touch, but he gently breaks the kiss, leaving me breathless.
He places his forehead on mine, and I take the opportunity to breathe him in. His shaky breaths. His trembling hands. A hardness pressing against my belly.
“How long have you wanted to do that?” Mitch asks, a sense of awe in his tone.
“Six months and four days,” Ian replies, breathlessly. “The first moment I laid eyes on you,” he confirms for me. He’s not smiling, though. The look on his face is almost painful.
They say that before you die, your entire life flashes before your eyes. The way Ian is looking at me makes every shittymoment I’ve put him through, for no reason other than my own shitty attitude, play out in front of me.
“I’m sorry,” I say softly.
“For what?” Ian asks, brushing my hair behind my shoulders.
