they remembered. I’d been through a lot. And nearly all of it on my own.
“So you really though I’d run, huh?”
Luke and Warren exchanged glances.
“We uh… we weren’t really sure what—”
“That you’d scare me off? That I’d flee North Glade with my tail between my legs?”
I kicked my feet into Adrian’s hands, indicating he should start rubbing again. He did, and the pads of his fingers sent new waves of pleasure surging through my brain.
“You guys all stepped aside, then?” I asked. “One by one, you gave each other a ‘shot’ with me?”
Slowly they nodded, unsure if it was the answer I wanted to hear.
“And did you talk afterward?”
If they were uncomfortable before, my latest question had them squirming in their seats. I knew the answer almost before I asked it.
“So then you know what happened,” I said carefully. “That I slept with all three of you.”
I expected them to balk. To look sheepish or guilty or apologetic. Instead, this time it was Adrian who took the lead. From where he sat at the other end of the couch, his shirt unbuttoned down to the middle of his magnificent chest, he merely nodded.
“Yeah. We know.”
I laughed. I don’t even know why.
“So you guys stepped back and let each other take me out for… what? A test drive?”
“It takes two to tango,” Adrian shot back, entirely unfazed. “You weren’t exactly innocent here.”
“Yeah,” smirked Warren. “As excited as we were to see you, none of us was willing to hold back. But when it came to you…”
“You sure as hell didn’t hold back yourself,” Luke answered slyly.
We were at an impasse, everyone in the room. The four of us smirking like a quartet of Cheshire cats, all of us equally guilty.
Or not guilty, as the case may be.
“So what happens now?” I asked, tipping my glass back. The cool liquid slid down my throat as I drained it of everything but ice.
Silence reigned. The music was background noise to the drumming of the rain outside, which had gotten even louder as it began to downpour. The three men I’d been friends with, and then loved, and then slept with, all stared back at me with different expressions. None of them knew exactly what to say.
But one of them at least, knew what to do.
HOLY—
Adrian swept me into his arms with such authority I could do nothing but comply. His strong hands grasped my shoulders, his head tilting slightly as he pulled my lips against his and began kissing me with all the hunger and lust he always did.
Oh my God…
His kisses were deep and slow, soulful and sinful and unspeakably fucking hot. Even more than normal, they made me melt all over. They also set my heart hammering away in my chest.
MMMMmmmm…
Whimpering into his mouth I found myself kissing him back, straddling him with my thighs. My mind spun away, utterly heedless to everything else that was happening. Totally oblivious to everyone else in the room—
—until someone took the glass from my hand, and slid in behind me.
No. Fucking. Way.
Two hands slid down my back, cupping my ass as I instinctively ground down into Adrian’s crotch. They weren’t his hands though. They belonged to someone else entirely.
What the—
A hot mouth closed on my shoulder, also from behind. It churned and swirled, nibbling at the sensitive skin along the nape of my neck. Goosebumps like I’d never experienced in my life exploded down my entire side. It happened in a fast-moving wave, giving me the whole-body shivers.
Kayla!
Alarms went off — alarms that should’ve been loud. Instead, they rang in the hollowed recesses of my mind. Mere echoes of what they should be, as my body ignored them and kept on grinding.
Kayla, what are you—
I shifted forward greedily, sliding my tongue through Adrian’s deliciously hot mouth. He kissed me back while rolling his hips, thrusting upward. Somewhere beneath my dress I could feel it; a giant bulge, the size of a sailing knot. It filled the space between his legs, and just the thought of it set my own mouth watering.
“Here…”
A soft voice accompanied a hand on my face, and suddenly I was kissing someone else. Warren had guided my mouth to his, and was sliding his tongue right alongside mine. It felt familiar but not nearly the same.
“I—”
Another touch, another pair of fingers on my chin and suddenly I was kissing Adrian again. The change was fascinating. I’d never noticed the differences between mouths before, between tongues, between kisses. But changing so quickly,