“If you’re man enough to take it, you can have it,” I told him.
Okay, it had been a dare. However, I hadn’t expected Rhys to call me on it.
The next thing I knew, I was up against the refrigerator, his lips fused to mine, our tongues dueling. The man was a hell of a lot stronger than I gave him credit for.
This was exactly what I needed.
“I’m definitely man enough,” Rhys murmured against my mouth. “And I’ll take everything you’re willin’ to give.”
I was breathing hard, my fingers digging into his lower back as I held him close, our chests and hips pressed together, my cock becoming intimate with my zipper.
“I get this part of it,” I admitted, pulling back slightly. “And jeezus, fuck, I want you more than I want my next breath. But I want Amy so fuckin’ bad. I want her here with us. I want her between us. I want her beneath me.” Releasing my death grip on him, I thrust my hand through my hair, glancing up at the ceiling. “I don’t know how this fuckin’ works, Rhys. I just don’t.”
The warmth pressed against me disappeared as he moved back.
“What you’re askin’ is whether she’ll accept us bein’ together without her?”
“Yeah. Maybe.” It seemed like a logical question. Would it bother her? Would she be hurt? Or did she expect it?
“Will you question if I’m with her without you?”
I thought about that for a minute. There was some dark, devious side of me that liked the idea of knowing Rhys and Amy might be fucking, that one or both of them would tell me about it at some point. Perhaps they’d tell me in vivid detail.
I found myself shaking my head. “I wouldn’t question it. But I’d want you to tell me what happened in detail.”
Rhys cocked an eyebrow, his breaths deeper. He was clearly thinking about that, too. “I’d want that, too.”
We stared at one another for several seconds before Rhys spoke again.
“And I’d expect the same … if you’re with her without me there.” Rhys turned away.
“You want me to tell you how I touched her? Kissed her? Licked her?”
“Fuck yes,” Rhys hissed, his hands balling into fists. He was obviously holding himself back the same way I was.
“Is that how it works?” I asked, genuinely curious. “Are there parameters? Only at certain times? In certain situations? Are there rules?”
Rhys turned to face me. “Do you want there to be?”
I didn’t know. I only knew that I wanted Amy here with us. Tonight. I didn’t want to wait for her. I wanted to feel every inch of her against every inch of me. I wanted Rhys naked beside me, touching me, tasting me. I wanted to do the same to them.
But I didn’t fucking know how it worked.
Rhys sighed and I forced all the shit from my brain. I was overthinking this.
“I should go,” he said. “It’ll happen when it’s supposed to happen. If it’s supposed to happen.”
When he turned toward the door, I debated whether I should stop him. I was torn, but if I let Rhys walk out that door, I'd go fucking crazy.
Hell, I was already halfway there.
“It’s supposed to happen,” I assured him, talking to his back as he moved toward the door.
Rhys put his hand on the doorknob. “Is it? Because I’m startin’ to wonder.”
I put my hand on the door above his head, keeping him from opening it. “Turn around.”
There was a slight pause before Rhys turned, looking directly in my eyes.
