A smile spreads on my face as soon as more warmth does, right through my beating chest, as I watch Idris leave through the door that closes behind him.
I stand, walking over to the dresser, to look for something to pull over this silk nightgown.
Then I hear Idris through the wall. “Oh, look at that. Just the two I was looking for!” Idris calls out from the hall. “Shall we have a chat, boys?”
Biting down my bottom lip, I can’t help but wonder how their talk will go.
22
Stan
March 8 - Stanland (AKA my bedroom with three other hotties)
After some snacks to sober us up and a nice, long chat with Prince Charming, I’m pushing him and Em into the room I share with Lix.
Should it be shocking I spent that entire talk trying to calm Lix down by promising he gets first dibs on Em? Idris just went on and on in a real polite and super patient way that he wasn’t interested in stealin’ our girl back.
Joke’s on him. Even if he tried, it’s two against one.
Doubt he’d ever try, though. Idris doesn’t have a bad bone in his body.
Ha. Bone.
But yep, here we are, three men with our good girl, ready to rock her world.
I bet this bedroom knows it’s about to be corrupted. There’s sex in the air, maybe from what’s about to happen, or what’s already happened here. Days and nights spent with my boyfriend and our girlfriend, and all the downright nasty stuff we get into.
We’ve checked off so much of my sex fantasy checklist, but rightnow, I’m thinking of so many new ones that involvefourof us.
Lix shuts the door with his heel while I’m talking to them about all the positions we could try, tripping over my words the way my pulse is trippin’ up too.
Em walks over to the window, probably to cool down, even though all she’s wearing is this sexy as fuck, see-though silk number that’s making my cock drool precum. The coat she has over it can’t eventryto hide her curves.
Her glasses catch the moonlight, making her sparkle. She’s watching us like she’s solving an equation. I hate how much that turns me on, because let’s be honest here, math and science shouldn’t bethissexy.
Idris still has his jacket on. He’s looking around the room until his baby blues stay on Em.
“So,” I say, rubbing my palms together. “Four people. One bed. And I’m still somehow wearing clothes? World-record patience over here, people.”
Next thing I know, Lix is on our bed, shirt gone, legs stretched out, calm as sin. He lookssounfair. The sort of unfair that makes me consider committing crimes I’ve been doing all month and willhappilycommit again. His eyes track me like he knows exactly what I’m thinking.
Dreaming up foursome dirty thoughts? Check.
Hoping Em has enough hands and holes for all three of us? Check.
Dying to see her be completely wrecked and bred by us? Check, check, check.
Like the man can seriously read my mind, Lix leads Em to sit on his lap. He helps her take her coat off. That silk she has on should be illegal in every state. In the whole world. In the damn universe.
Oh, fuck, I could come right now. She’s so pretty, barefoot, glasses on, eyes glancing in that owlish way that says she’s clocked everydetail and decided she likes what she sees.
I strip in seconds. Down to a science, I tell ya. That’s when her gaze slides over me and my tatted chest, then moves on like she didn’t just make my spine buzz.
“Well,” I say, because my mouth exists to get me into these kinds of sexy situations. “I’d like to thank everyone for coming to my bedroom to ruin our lives in the best way ever.”
Lix’s mouth tilts into a tiny smile, maybe a midway smirk. His hand hooks on my hip and tugs me into the bed with them. Message received.
Idris slips his jacket off and drapes it over a chair with maddening manners, like this isn’t about to getwildlyinappropriate. His eyes don’t leave Em for a second.
