Fuck, I have to…There was something that had to happen first. I needed control of my body back. My brain had some questions that needed answering first.
I forced myself to shuffle away from Morrie’s touch, rolling over to face him. “What are we?”
“Homo sapiens,” he replied without missing a beat, his hands roaming down my shirt.By Astarte. Be strong, Mina.
“No,” I slapped his hand away. “I mean, you and me… what is this thing we’re doing?”
“Right now I’m trying to make you come with one-and-a-half minutes on the clock.” Morrie’s hand burrowed between my legs again.
“Morrie,” I warned.
He didn’t stop stroking me. “Mina, I’m not going to be your boyfriend.”
“Oh.” Disappointment surged through me.Why not? Why don’t you want me? I thought we had something more than sex going on here, but maybe I read it wrong? By Aphrodite, I’m hopeless.
Morrie laughed. “If you could see your face, you look like I just told you the Sex Pistols broke up.”
“Theydidbreak up.” I slapped his hand away again, but he was relentless, and his finger…oh, oh…
“I mean to say, I’m not going to be your boyfriend because that’s not what you want.”
“You don’t know what I want.”
“I know that you flirt with Quoth. I know that you make those big doe eyes at Heathcliff whenever his back is turned. I can read you like a book.” Morrie kissed a trail along my neck. “A good book, with lots of naughty parts.”
“I’m not sleeping with either of them.”
“Why not?”
He plunged a finger inside me. I moaned, gritting my teeth.Focus. “Because I’m not a slut.”
“Slut is such a loaded word, Mina. Aren’t all those punk rock songs you love about sex and rebellion?”
“Yeah, but…” Morrie’s finger drummed against my clit. My body exploded with a second orgasm. I arched my back against the pillow, letting the pleasure wash over me. Morrie withdrew his hand and cupped my cheek, his icy gaze arresting me.
“Exactly.” Morrie’s wicked smile lit up his entire face. “You don’t have to compromise by choosing one of us. I never did. Honestly, Quoth could do with having a woman to share his deep and meaningful feelings with, because neither Heathcliff nor I care. And maybe you could fuck some happiness into surly McGrumpyface.”
“I don’t…”
“Sorry love, I’ve decided these are my terms,” Morrie grinned. “I’m not going to commit until you at least know what you’re missing. Sample the wares. Be like the customers who read all the juicy bits before they decide which book to buy.”
“I don’t understand. You want me to…”
“I want you to fuck Heathcliff and Quoth. In fact, I insist upon it. Now…” he thrust his hand back under the sheets. “I’ve only got thirty-five seconds left, but I think I can work a miracle.”
“That’s fine.” I slid out of bed, diving for my clothes. My cheeks burned. I dressed facing the wall, unable to look Morrie in the eye. He chuckled behind me, and the back of my neck flared with heat.
I can’t believe him. Who asks the girl they’re sleeping with to shag their two best friends?
James Moriarty, apparently.
And who am I that I’m even still here? Why do I want to do it so bad?
Great. Just great. I’d tried to get some clarity, and now I was more confused than ever.
Chapter Four
“You reprehensible cur! You mewling quim! I’ll smash you open like a rotten hazelnut.”
