gripped my hips as I felt him grow hard under me. Josh had more than enough Light to lift an entire liquor store, but he kept kissing me, pressing against me as Ethan reclined further.
We were nearly horizontal when Kyo’s voice finally broke the spell. “Unless you want this to turn into a gang bang, you may want to cut that shit out.” He chuckled, but there was no denying the hint of lust in his voice.
Josh finally pulled away, flashing me a brilliant smile and a wink. Then he moved back to his spot against the bookshelf, adjusted the bulge in his pants, and closed his eyes. A look of pure concentration fell over his beautiful face.
Not even a minute later, the door to his bedroom opened, and a cooler full of drinks floated into the room. He deposited it near the door, and several beers and other mixed drinks flew straight into the hands of almost everyone seated around the little coffee table. We all clapped, genuinely impressed.
Josh bowed, grinning from ear to ear, his eyes a little glassy. Then he changed the music—“Bring Me the Horizon” came blasting out of the speakers.
“My turn!” I yelled, sitting up straighter on top of Ethan. His hands on my hips tightened, using me to hide his still prominent erection.
“Never have I ever had group sex!” I blurted the statement without letting myself think about it too much. The alcohol had made me brave, and I was deeply curious what my guys’ answers would be.
Poor Tyler nearly choked on yet another sip of his drink, but this time, he managed to cough it back between laughs.
Before anyone could answer, Dot held her hands out. “Hold up! I need clarification. What are we classifying as ‘group sex’? Like, anything more than just two people doing it?”
Charlie groaned, clearly uncomfortable hearing his sister talk about sex. “Gross.”
I laughed at the disgusted look on his face.
“Threesomes?” Marcus pulled her back against his chest. “Three is technically a group.”
“No.” Tyler laid down the rules. “A threesome is a threesome. Group sex is four or more people.”
He gave a definitive nod, and no one argued. After a beat, we all started looking around to see who would drink. My gin and tonic stayed firmly by my side. Charlie’s drink remained untouched, as did Ethan’s and Alec’s.
Dot, Kyo, Marcus, and Jamie all drank while sharing knowing glances—it didn’t take a genius to figure out they’d all had sex at the same time.
I wasn’t sure if I was more surprised by Ethan’s or Tyler’s response. Ethan leaned forward and whispered against my neck, “I’m a one-woman kind of man, and you’re all the woman I need.”
I melted at his words, but my eyes flew to Tyler. He necked his beer, finishing the bottle in one go. When he was done, he took a deep breath, dropped the bottle down on the table, and grinned wide. That, coupled with his answer to the previous question, had me wondering just how many women he’d slept with. With his ability and his skilled hands, how many women had he given the greatest pleasure they’d ever known? How many bitches did I need to be jealous of? Was Stacey from admissions one of them? Is that why she was skirting the line of propriety every time they were in the same room?
Suddenly I regretted asking that question. I didn’t want to think about their whorish pasts. Chatter and joking filled the air around us again, and I dipped my head and took a long sip of my drink, letting the cold, tart liquid cool my racing heart.
Once again, Ethan’s hot mouth brushed against my neck, and he placed a soft kiss just below my ear. “You’re all the woman he needs too, baby.”
I chewed my bottom lip, surprised Ethan had picked up on my insecurities. My big guy wasn’t always the best with subtlety—usually it was Josh who watched me like a hawk and figured out what I was thinking.
I glanced in Josh’s direction and was rewarded with the kind, knowing look I’d expected, laced with more than a little heat. I couldn’t make myself look at Tyler, so my eyes naturally moved to my honey-voiced stranger next.
He was slumped in the corner of the couch, his knees wide, his head resting against the back. He looked down his nose at me, wearing that little smirk I both loved and hated—the one that made things tingle low in my belly, sometimes from