“How many have you had already?” Rhett asks, not sounding drunk at all.
“I don’t know. Two?”
I think it was three… maybe four? Shrugging, I pour more.
“Don’t make yourself sick,” Rhett warns. “This is potent.”
And yes… it really, really is.
I’m laughing so hard I’m going topee my pants.
“No, you know what I think?” Gus says, slapping the table.
“Wait! I have to pee.”
Rhett and Gus laugh, the sound echoing through the kitchen. I get up, the room spinning. Someone takes my hand and then I’m in the bathroom like magic. I do what I need to do, then go back to the kitchen, definitely not walking in a straight line. And maybe I knocked something over…
Gus pulls me into his arms, hugging me and kissing the top of my head.
I think he finally drank some of the moonshine… or he got really drunk on beer. I don’t know, but the three of us? We’re a mess.
He grabs my cheeks and kisses me. Just a firm peck of his lips against mine, then he hugs me again.
“Fuck,” Rhett says.
I open my eyes and look at Rhett. He’s in a chair at the table, forearm resting on it with his legs spread, facing us.
“Are you jealous?” I ask with a giggle.
Gus lets me go.
“Yeah, kind of,” Rhett admits.
I glance up at Gus, who shrugs. I walk over to Rhett, feeling braver than I ever have in my entire life. I sit on his lap, put my arms around his neck, and kiss his check.
“Is that better?” I smile, swaying on his lap. One arm comes around me, holding me in place so I don’t fall off.
“Nope,” he says, his eyes bloodshot and his cheeks red. “Do it again. Here.” He taps his lips.
I lean in to kiss him, gently against his lips. They’re soft and taste like moonshine.
I pull back, but he grips the back of my head and deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding into my mouth. He moans, holding me tighter.
When I pull back, I’m breathless, and from the corner of my eye, I see Gus watching.
“I, uh—“ I begin, worried that Gus is going to be upset. We never said we weretogetheror anything, but it was kind of inferred, wasn’t it? Won’t this be weird?
“That was so hot,” he says, his voice raspy. “Do it again soI can watch.”
My brows raise, but then I start to laugh. My stomach swirls with lust. Rhett wastes no time grabbing me and kissing me again, this time longer. I shift so I’m straddling his lap, chest to chest, and I feel him hard beneath me. He pulls my hips into him, so I grind against him, and he moans loudly.
I pull back, staring him in the eyes.
Gus catches my attention, and I look at him. For direction? Approval? I don’t know.
“Again,” he says, panting almost as hard as we are.
Rhett grabs me again, but I put a hand on his chest.
