“You guys have never done that before?” Her brows knit as she asks.
“No, we’ve never done anything like that, ever.” My response is quick and natural because it’s the truth and I would hate for her to feel like this is something we just do on a leisurely Friday night.
“That surprises me,” she replies honestly.
I can understand her confusion. We’re three single firemen that hang out all the time. I can only imagine the assumptions that have gone through her head. But the truth is, everything that happened tonight has nothing to do with us and everything to do with her.
There’s something abouther. Something we all needed that brought us together like that.
I know the old fashioned dating faux pas. Wait three days to call, don’t share too much early on, appear interested but notthatinterested.
But I have no interest in playing any games or letting standardized“rules”pave the way here.
“I speak for all of us when I say we’re going to court the hell out of you.”
That makes her giggle and I swear everything she does is either top notch sexy or stupidly adorable.
“Well, old man, the fact that you just used the word ‘court’...” Her eyebrows raise playfully.
“Oh, get out of this shower brat, you’re clean.” I give her ass a light smack and she squeals as she steps out of the enclosure.
It’s small, and frankly I’m surprised we both fit in here as comfortably as we did. It just goes to show that she fits everywhere with us.
She grabs a towel, wrapping it around her body and pulls the clip out of her hair. Her silky strands fall easily over her shoulders as she shakes her head back and forth. It’s like a live action shampoo commercial, and I’m all here for it.
I don’t realize I’m staring until she asks, “So, do you always like to watch?”
I turn my unintentional gaze away and finish tucking the towel around my waist.
Am I ashamed? No. But, my ex-wife’s words repeat in my head. The ones accusing me of being a creep who couldn’t love a woman if he likes to watch her get fucked by other men.
Yet, here I am falling head first for a woman that I just witnessed experiencing the ultimate pleasure from my two best guys and I can’t keep my heart from stuttering out of my chest.
I run my hand through my hair and rub the back of my neck.
“I…” My words stall as I try to find my breath and the right thing to say because I feel nervous about admitting this out loud to another woman.
“I liked watching you watch us,” she interrupts, ripping any remaining air from my lungs. “I liked it a lot, actually.” A blush forms over her cheeks as she looks down gnawing at the inside of her mouth.
“Really?” I fictionally punch myself in the face for my tone. It sounded questionable, almost judgmental. “I mean, you did?” I ask, softly.
She nods, still glancing down at the floor. “I’m not sure what history there is between Jasper and Wade but I liked watching that, too,” she admits.
Me too, actually. More than I expected.
“This thing between them is new. You’ve brought out something that’s been stewing under the surface for quite a while, and it’s about fucking time, too. Maybe they’ll be able to be in the same room together without killing each other.”
She tosses her head side to side slowly, questioning my statement. “Ooooor, one of them is currently in a headlock in the other room.”
“Yeah.” I chuckle. “We should probably go check on them.”
I step toward her, grab her in my arms and press my lips to hers. I can’t seem to help myself around her and I both hate, and love, the loss of control.
Kissing her is exactly like it felt the first time. Like a sin-filled addiction and I have no idea if I can ever live without it.
She hums as she pulls away. Her eyes are still closed as her lips ghost over mine, hovering over each other like they never want to break apart.
“Good idea,” I say, but take it right back.
