“We both want you,” Doc says softly, his voice rock steady. “Luke and I didn’t want to wait to show you that we can share. That we are ready to take this step with you together.”
Vee looks at Doc before shifting her gaze over to me, her fingers brushing against mine where they rest on the cushion. I nod, confirming that everything he’s saying is true. Doc and I’ve talked about it, but being here in person, sharing it with Vee, is totally different.
“Are you sure that the two of you can share?” she asks, and I can hear the uncertainty in her voice. “You weren't sure before that you could share, Luke. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do it.”
I pause, and think about my answer. Honesty was something that Doc and I had agreed to have from the beginning. And I owe that to Vee. I reach out, taking her hand in mine, angling my body toward her. “Am I a hundred percent sure? No,” I admit,my voice low, and my vulnerability on full display. “But I want to try. I mean really give it a try with the three of us.”
A flicker of concern flashes in her dark brown eyes. “But what if you can't?”
“Then I can move forward with no regrets. Losing you, not trying, would be the greatest regret of my life. I'd rather know than not,” I reply, squeezing her hand tightly, lacing our fingers together.
“The only way we know is by trying it,” Doc says, a smile on his face.
I don’t know what takes over me, but seeing her there, her eyes so full of hope, her pouty lips, I can’t wait a second longer. I reach out, cupping her face in my hands and kiss her. It’s soft and gentle. But so familiar.
I catch Doc moving closer to her out of the corner of my eye. When we pull apart, her lips are swollen, her face flushed. Doc takes hold of her chin, cradling it as he turns her face toward him. And he kisses her. She melts into his touch and I expect to feel jealousy, anger. But I don’t. All I feel is an arousal building within me. Happiness that he can make her just as happy as I do.
She and Doc break their kiss, and he angles her head back toward me. My hand slides to her waist, as our lips meet again with a deeper, more passionate kiss. Her tongue brushing mine briefly before pulling away.
Doc reaches out, placing his hand on her thigh, squeezing gently.
“See, Veronica. We can share and play nice,” he says, his voice husky with need.
Doc leans in to her, burying his head in her neck as he kisses the tender flesh, his hand moving to her arm as his fingertips glide up her skin. I join in, my palm cupping her breast through her thin pajama top, my thumb circling lazily over her hardening nipple.
And that’s what we do for the next thirty minutes. And it is perfect.
Sharing is something I can definitely do.
Chapter 26
Vee
Idragtheraginmy hand in slow, lazy circles across the bar counter. The club is alive around me, the bass of the music vibrating through my feet as women dance in various stages of undress on the stage. They have the men and women in the bar mesmerized as they drop bill after bill for them to dance just a little longer. For them to show just a little more flesh.
But my mind isn’t here. It’s vividly revisiting this morning. Every delicious minute shared with the two of them.
My fingers pause for a second before I keep wiping, the motion automatic after years behind this bar. My mind drifts back, reliving the wonderful moments of this morning. Luke and Josh showing up at my apartment. Waking me not with words of anger but ones filled with promises of love. Of them sharing me.
Heat spreads through me just remembering their hands and lips on me. My body still feels the ghost of their touch lingering under my skin. Neither of them was hesitant with their displays of affection. Neither of them looked at the other with jealousy. Hell, at one point both their hands and mouths were on me atthe same time. That’s the part that keeps replaying in my mind. Most men would have puffed up, staked some kind of claim.
Not them. They did just as I hoped they would. How I hoped the three of them would be together. A sliver of sadness seeps in, knowing that Hank was missing. That he’ll never be part of what’s developing between Luke, Josh, and me.
They moved around each other like they’d been doing it their whole lives, like sharing space around me was the most natural thing in the world. And for a brief moment I questioned why I fought them. Why I feared there would be anger between them. Then I remember Hank. And the fact that he’s not even speaking to me now unless it’s a few brief anger-filled words. Of his hands now on other women, instead of on my body.
I need to move on. To accept that he’s no longer part of my future, but that there are two men who want me as much as I want them. I need to leave their club relationship to them to figure out. I deserve happiness, and they make me happy.
My stomach flips at the thought of more of this morning. Of taking it further than a few kisses and touches. Of them both sinking their cocks into me, taking me over the edge as they give my body orgasm after orgasm.
Then there’s the note.
The one tucked under my windshield wiper this morning with the single pink rose. ‘I’m done waiting’was scribbled on it. One I quickly ran back to my apartment with and placed in the vase with the other one he left.
I swallow and wipe the same spot on the bar again.
Yeah. Josh has made it very clear that I am what he wants and nothing is going to stand in his way any longer. He’s made that very clear and, fuck, if it doesn’t turn me on. I can feel the heat building in my core, and I have to press my thighs together to ease the ache.
A sharp snap cracks right in front of my face. Long, bony fingers wave inches from my nose.
