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I kiss him.
Conflicting emotions are warring in my chest. I know if Jodie could hear me right now, she would freak out.
She’s convinced that Nash could be the author of those threatening messages. The person who put that severed doll’s head in my locker.
And until a few hours ago, I thought it could be possible. But now I don’t see it. The way Nash has been looking at me tells me that he would never hurt me.
It’s a gut feeling and I want to trust it.
There’s no way he was the person who chased me that night in our basement. The fact that he appeared almost out of nowhere could be a coincidence. The same thing is true about those texts that came right after Nash and I had been speaking. Coincidences.
If he were behind them, would he be so obvious? Besides, if he were trying to force my hand to make me break up with Colsen and Tucker, would he be here right now?
I can’t help but think that Gen was in the laundry room the night after the first game. And while I struggle to see Nash sending those texts and putting severed doll’s heads in my locker, that feels exactly like something Gen would do. I also suspect her of sharing that photo of me and Tucker with Carole. She must have known about the non fraternization rule and was trying to get me kicked off of camp.
Jodie thinks that cooling off my relationship with the guys will silence my blackmailer and give us the time and opportunity to look into the situation and see if we can find out who’s behindthe threats.
Her plan works just as well if we keep things discreet. The breakup doesn’t have to be real. As long as no one suspects I’m with the guys, I should be relatively safe until I can find some proof that Gen is behind this all.
Talking to the guys will have to wait for now.
“Let’s keep things quiet until camp is over.” I trace Nash’s jaw with my fingers. “Once we aren’t under our coach’s watchful eyes twenty-four seven, it’ll be easier to fly under the radar, like Colsen said. But right now I don’t want to think about tomorrow. We’re in this beautiful room and I don’t want it to go to waste. You two rocked my world and I want to return the favor.”
I close my fingers around the base of Nash’s cock and stroke him slowly.
“Fuck.” He groans. “If you keep touching me like this, you’ll return the favor in under thirty seconds.”
“Oh, sorry.” I giggle.
Nash rubs the back of his neck, looking embarrassed. “I mean, if that’s how you want to take care of me, that works. If it were the two of us, I’d ask you how you want to be fucked. But Colsen is here too, and my only experience with threesomes comes from porn videos. I know a lot of that shit isn’t what real life sex is about. Do we take turns? Do we both take you together? So I guess it depends on how you want this to go.”
Surprisingly, Colsen agrees. “Yeah, Nash isn’t wrong. My only real life three-way experience was with you and Tucker. And while I’m dying to feel that tight little pussy of yours, I don’t know what your boundaries are. I think it’s important we’re all comfortable with whatever goes down.”
“Ok. So it’s what I want?”
They both nod.
I’m a little nervous. I’m even less experienced than they are, not just with threesomes but with sex in general. These days, if my date wakes up with his head still attached to his shoulders, I call it a victory.
“It would be fun if you didn’t have to take turns.”
Colsen’s wicked smile tells me exactly what he’s thinking. “Like I said before, I’d love to fuck your perfect little ass, but I don’t think we should just go for it without any prep. At the very least, we’d need the right kind of lube. I don’t want to hurt you.”
He sounds like he knows that he’s talking about, but right now I don’t want to know.
“Then what about this? I never had the chance to go down on Nash. How about I use my mouth on him while you, Colsen, take me from behind? Maybe the ass stuff should be a little more of a learning curve. Like a finger first?”
“That sounds so fucking hot,” Colsen groans. “Come here, pretty girl. Kiss me.”
I surround his neck with my arms and kiss him with all that I have. My body responds instantly to the contact of Colsen’s soft lips. I can still vaguely taste myself on him and I don’t hate it.
His cock twitches against my stomach and my inner muscles throb with need. It’s crazy that I want them so much after they made me come twice just a few minutes ago.
“Nash,” I beckon him.
He pulls me into his arms. “Trouble,” he growls, nipping at my bottom lip. “You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my cock.”
