Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
“This tank top is technically the bra,” she mutters. “I wasn’t planning on taking off the sweater.”
“Nah,” he says. “Charlie wears it as a top. I don’t think she cares if her nipples are practically poking through the fabric or that all Will has to do is rub his thumb over one and it’ll be harder than an icicle.”
She bites her lip at the image he painted. I can’t deny my cock twitches at the thought. I also can’t deny I’ve noticed the tight little beads straining against her tank top.
“Charlie confesses all her fantasies on an app,” Beck continues. “And Charlie drove an hour and a half from her sorority house just to meet us. You’re like a double agent. I dig it.”
He’s smiling as he takes a drink.
I search Charlotte’s expression. She seems shaken by his assessment but, at the same time, not shocked to hear it.
“People have layers,” she finally says. “Different sides they show to different people. Don’t you guys have layers?”
I think about it. “Yeah. I guess I do.”
“So how come you get to be multifaceted and it’s not strange?”
“No one is saying it’s strange. We’re saying we like it.”
“It’s hot,” Beckett says bluntly. “I like the idea of seeing you in class in your cashmere and pleats, knowing that you fantasize about having two dicks in you at the same time.”
She’s mid-sip when he says that, and his words trigger a coughing fit.
“Beck,” I warn.
“Sorry, mate. She’s just so easy to tease.”
Charlotte coughs, then clears her airways by draining the rest of her drink. “So you’re only teasing? That’s not a thing you do at the same time?”
Now it’s my turn to cough. “Are you asking us about double penetration?”
“At this point, is any topic really off the table?” She tips her head at me, then him. “Have you done that before?”
“We told you we don’t kiss and tell,” he chides.
“Fine, I’ll rephrase. Do you want to do that?”
All the blood in my body rushes south. From the way Beckett’s eyes flare with heat, I know he likes the idea too.
“Will?” she prompts. “Do you want to?”
“Sometimes,” I finally answer. “Or sometimes I might not be into it. Maybe something else will feel right. I don’t really plan sex.”
“Yeah, that seems like a Charlotte request. A sex agenda.” Beckett polishes off his beer, his lips curving around the neck of the bottle. “I don’t think Charlie cares. She would just go with the flow, wouldn’t she?”
Her hand trembles as she toys with the side of her glass. Unable to stop myself, I reach out to steady her, lacing my fingers through hers. She bites her lip.
“It’s just a drink,” I remind her, my voice soft.
“I know. That’s not… I’m not bothered anymore about being here. I’m more bothered about…”
“About what?”
She looks down at our entwined fingers. Her gaze remains lowered as she says, “I’m thinking about kissing you. Both of you.” She gives a strangled laugh. “Not at the same time, though. Because that doesn’t sound fun.”
Beckett chuckles. “Yeah. I think the only people into three-way kisses are the oiled-up couples on Fling or Forever.”
“Oh my God. Don’t tell me you watch that show.”
“No, but our friend does,” I say with a snort. “All he does is talk about that stupid show.”
“But back to this kissing thing…” Beckett says.
The air thickens with tension, crackling like static electricity right before a storm. My thumb is stroking the inside of her palm now. I hear her breath hitch when Beckett moves closer to her.
His lips quirk. “If you want to be kissed, Charlie, all you have to do is ask.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHARLOTTE
Kiss me good night, Charlie
MY HEART IS GOING TO EXPLODE OUT OF MY CHEST. ON ONE SIDE OF me, I have Will discovering an erogenous zone I never knew existed as he rubs the center of my palm in a teasing, sensual glide. On my other side, I’ve got Beckett’s warm breath against my neck, his lips tickling the shell of my ear as he offers to kiss me.
I didn’t think tonight was going to go this way.
I truly thought I’d show up and it would be the most awkward date of my life.
I anticipated stilted, porn-level dialogue. Oh, hello there, you sexy hockey players. Please, I am aching for you both. Take me here and now.
Instead, it’s been normal human conversation. Well, if you call double penetration and whether they hook up normal. But still. It felt easy. Comfortable.
Until I made the mistake of confessing that I want to kiss them.
Now, my pulse is racing faster than the go-kart I drove yesterday, and I’m practically crawling out of my own skin thanks to the waves of desire. Everything feels hot and tight.
Beckett’s seductive words hang in the air.
If you want to be kissed, Charlie, all you have to do is ask.