We stood there like idiots shaking hands.
God, he was beautiful. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, my thoughts spinning as I waited for Evie to answer the door. I released Matthew’s hand and pressed the doorbell again, then shoved my hands in my pocket, still studying him. He was studying me with the same hesitant but curious scrutiny.
“Are you okay with this?” I asked him.
“I am. Are you?”
I nodded. “More than.”
“Good. Me too.”
It wouldn't be my first threesome. I was a slut through and through. I’d done it all. Ilovedit all. I wanted to do more—to do the things I knew how to do with people I was actually interested in dating.
For that reason, tonight would be new for me. I cared about Evie. I wanted her in my life permanently. Maybe it was a little psycho, but the night I was with her, every part of me told me it was time to go back to the small town I'd pushed out of my life for so long.
Finally, the door swung open. Evie stood on the other side with a deer-in-the-headlights look. Her lashes were long and inky, and my first thought was wondering if her mascara would run as she took my cock between her pretty plush lips. She wore a black silk robe, the sash tied around her waist, and I couldn't help but look at her tits. Her perfect, glorious, tits. I wanted to bury my face between them, although that was hardly the right way to greet her.
“Are we gonna stand outside?” Matthew asked. “Where all the neighbors can see us?”
Evie stepped to the side, giving us the space to come in. Matthew and I tugged off our shoes in the foyer, our gazes locking with each other every few seconds.
I had to figure out a way to break the tension. I glanced between them then put my hands on my hips. “All right,” I said. “Do I need to be in charge? Both of you look like you're about to throw up.”
“I’m just nervous,” Evie blurted out as she wrung her hands together.
I put my hands on her shoulders and squeezed gently, noticing the way she immediately relaxed beneath my touch. “Hey,” I said softly. “Nerves are normal. It's completely valid to feel that. Same thing for you, Matthew.”
“I don't know exactly what I'm doing,” he said. “I mean I do. I . . . Guess I owe you one for the wine, huh?”
I shook my head. “You don't owe me anything. But, I know that I have a crush on Evie. You have a crush on Evie, Evie has a crush on you. And I think, Isuspectreally, shemighthave a crush on me too.” Her eyes glimmered, her expression slowly losing the edge of tension. A smile played at the corner of her mouth. “And I think, if I got to know you a little bit more, I might have a crush on you too.”
Matthew surprised me by stepping closer to us. Warmth radiated off him, and I reallyreallywanted to tear off his clothes and kiss him. I could already tell he was all muscle under there, and I wouldn’t mind finding out just howhardthey were. “I could see that happening,” he said.
My breath hitched. I may have known exactly what I was doing, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t nervous too. “I think we should save anything kinky for another day and night when it’s not so late, and just . . . enjoy each other. Explore. Find out what works and what doesn’t. Does that sound good?”
“Yes,” Evie said. “And if at any point we need to stop, we stop.”
Matthew nodded, his gaze shifting between the two of us. “That sounds good to me.”
There were probably a million other things the three of us needed to talk through, like safe words and likes and dislikes and limits. But the chemistry between us pulled our bodies even closer, and at the center of it all was Evie—the gravity drawing us in.
“We can take turns with her,” I murmured, gently pushing her between us. “And if anything, I can watch the two of you. We’ll take it slow. Okay?”
Evie’s cheeks were pink. Her blonde hair was pulled back and I looped my finger in the band, tugging it until her waves unraveled down her back. She sucked in a breath as I pressed my mouth against the curve of her neck, my gaze locking with Matthew’s. His eyes burned, but not with jealousy.
“Kiss her,” I urged.
Evie made the sweetest whine in her throat as my hands slid over her body, settling on her hips. I yanked her ass against my erection bulging in my jeans, smiling as her breath caught.
Matthew slid his hand around the back of her head. I watched his fingers tangle with her hair, gripping just enough to still her as his lips brushed across hers. My eyes shut for just a moment as a bolt of pleasure so strong rushed down my spine, my knees weakening. My cock was painfully hard just from seeing them kiss.
While their lips were busy, I reached around and pulled the sash of her robe until it came undone. The silk robe loosened and I pulled it back until her shoulders and the tops of her breasts were exposed. Freckles were sprinkled across her blushing chest, and I nestled my chin against the crook of her neck, gazing down at her taut nipples pressing against the fabric.
Their kiss turned deeper. My cock throbbed against the curve of her ass as Matthew dragged his teeth over her bottom lip. “You make the prettiest fucking sounds for him,” I whispered against her ear. “Does it feel good being held by us?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Oh god.”
Matthew’s hands bumped against mine, and he surprised me by turning her around. Evie’s hands landed hard against my chest, dragging me forward as he rocked his hips against her, kissing her shoulders.
