Could something like that work between me, Taryn, and Tucker? I don’t know if Nash even wants to be a part of the equation. I like the guy, but I don’t consider him a brother the way I do Tucker. The main question is, however, could I share Taryn long term?
I keep watching them as they dance, their bodies closer and closer as they let the music guide their movements.
Every time they kiss, I wait for the bitter taste of jealousy to coat my tongue. But like it happened once before, I don’t feel jealous. I feel… hot.
Even when they step off the dance floor and Tucker presses Taryn against the wall and his hand disappears under her dress, I don’t feel the urge to rip him off my girl. I want to join them.
When I see them leave, my feet carry me out of the club’s main room and down the service hallway they go into.
I stay a few steps behind, but I want to see where they’re going.
They enter a room, and for a second I think they lock themselves inside it. But after I wait a few minutes and try the handle, I see that it’s unlocked.
Maybe I should walk away. Like I thought, Tucker and Taryn were looking for a place where they could be alone.
Tucker has Taryn sat on the desk right opposite the door that’s providing me with shelter.
I watch as he takes off her panties and then… fuck.
This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. My best friend is fucking our girl. Without a condom. Again, I should be jealous. And I am. But it’s more that I want to experience the same thing, rather than not wanting Tucker to be with her.
When they both fall apart, I’m so hard that I could explode. I should find a bathroom and take care of myself. I’m too worked up to calm down just by thinking about something else. And I should also go before they see me.
That thought hits me one second too late.
Taryn’s eyes meet mine. “Shit. There’s someone by the door.”
Tucker turns and sees me too. “How long have you been standing there, Col?”
I enter the small office, closing the door behind me. “Long enough.”
I brace myself for their anger. An apology is on the tip of my tongue.
“Did you like what you saw?” Taryn’s question surprises me.
“It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” I say honestly.
Tucker nods, his eyes fixed on me for a long moment.
For a second, I think that this is it. He and I have been close friends from the beginning, but we’ve become closer in the past year, since Tucker has been cutting down on his partying. We’ve never had a fight or a serious argument. Maybe this is going to be our first fight. And I know it would be all my fault.
But rather than saying anything to me, Tucker whispers something in Taryn’s ear, and she whispers something back to him.
He nods again. “Come here, please.”
I make sure the door is closed before stepping fully into the room.
If he punches me right in the face, I’d prefer not to have any witnesses.
Taryn sits up on the desk. Her perfect tits are exposed, but she doesn’t attempt to cover herself.
It makes sense. After all, I’ve seen her naked. I’ve been inside her, I’ve slept with her in my arms all night.
She extends her hand, and after one second of hesitation, I take it.
“Have you been watching us the whole time?”
It’s my turn to nod.
