it’s not. He’s full of shit. But I agree with his conclusion. You’re probably just a little tipsy. Here.” She added more Sprite to his glass.
“But what about more vodka? I think I like it after all.”
Oscar snorted. “We’re going to pace you. After this one, you chug water.”
“Aww, it’s like he’s a new pledge to our frat and we have to make sure he doesn’t die of alcohol poisoning,” Selene said cheerfully.
“Where the fuck did you go to school again?” Oscar asked.
“MIT.”
“What the fuck was going on in your Greek system?”
“What about those other bottles?” Luca pointed. “I’m a scientist. We should experiment.”
“Look at me, buddy.” Oscar cupped Luca’s face in his hands. “I’m going to make this simple. If you drink too much, your dick stops working.”
“That’s…that’s not acceptable.”
“It’s one of life’s great injustices,” Oscar agreed solemnly.
“I, however, can keep drinking,” Selene said. “And then I can be drunk while you two pleasure me.”
Luca held very still as his mind crafted one sensual, sexual fantasy after another.
Oscar squeezed his face. “What are you thinking right now?”
He should prevaricate. But he didn’t want to. He wanted there to be no secrets from these two.
“There are things…things besides drinks I’d like to try.”
“Sex things?” Selene said hopefully.
Luca sighed, long and slow. “So many sex things.”
“Damn blizzard, we’re short at least one person for a gang bang,” she grumped.
“I’ll share you with him. I’m not sharing you, either of you, with a stranger.” Oscar had crossed his arms and sounded grumpy once more.
Selene ignored him. “Luca, tell us what you want to try.”
“I should make dinner. Hamburgers. We’re in America, so I was going to make hamburgers.”
“Luca, spit it out,” Oscar demanded. “What do you fantasize about when you jerk off in the shower?”
If he hadn’t had the drinks, he wouldn’t have said it, or at least wouldn’t have blurted the words out as if he were entering terms into the search bar of a porn website.
“Gang bang. Bondage. Forced Voyeurism. Fem Dom.”
Selene and Oscar stared at him, and his buzz started to fade, replaced by embarrassment.
“Fuck dinner,” Oscar breathed. “Take off your clothes.”
Selene put a hand on Oscar’s chest to stop him as the big man reached for the hem of her shirt. He froze, muscles tense under her palm. The fact that she could stop him, a man so physically dominant that there was no way she could have stopped him if this were a purely physical contest, excited her.
That thought sparked another fantasy, but they already had a deliciously long to-do list.
“We have to decide on a logical order for this,” she insisted.
“How about we just talk about it while we fuck?” Oscar demanded in exasperation.
“Don’t you think Luca deserves the full experience?”
Luca stiffened. “If this is motivated by pity because of my…”
Whoops. She’d put her foot in it. “Luca, no, of course not.”
“Selene just wants to do some Fem Dom so she can make us eat her pussy.”
“When you say eat, you actually mean lick, correct?” Luca cleared his throat. “The available pornography doesn’t make it clear exactly what is pleasing.”
Selene licked her lips. If they kept talking rather than doing, she was going to jump one of them. Literally jump on them. Oscar was used to her and would catch her. If she could get them to the bedroom then maneuver Luca so his back was to the bed, then at least if she knocked him over, they’d have somewhere to land.
“What are you thinking?” The question came not from Oscar, but from Luca.
“Why do you ask?”
“You have your sexy face on,” Oscar said.
“I have a sexy face?”
“You do,” Luca said.
“He just met you and he knows it.” Oscar stepped closer, effortlessly closing the space between them, her hand still pressed to his chest. “You are a fucking sexy woman.”
Selene briefly considered doing exactly what Oscar had suggested—just going for it. Another session of sweet ménage sex.
Ménage sex, like what she’d have with her trinity.
She looked from Oscar to Luca and let her thoughts take her down a road they had never traveled. She was wishing for, hoping for, something that was impossible, something that wasn’t hers for the taking.
What would she give to live in a committed trinity with Oscar…and Luca? Luca, who was not a member of the Masters’ Admiralty or the Trinity Masters. Selene couldn’t help thinking of Oscar’s sister, Sylvia. After all, she was an American admitted to the European secret society. Perhaps Luca, an Italian, could…