Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
I don’t hesitate in the slightest. “He laid me on his desk, ate my pussy, and made me watch him. Then he told me to get over it, so I did.”
“Just that easy?” he asks sarcastically.
“No, it wasn’t easy,” I tell him softly. “But I learned how to accept it and appreciate it. What we have is a gift, Andrew.”
He snorts. “A gift?”
“A gift,” I reiterate. “Three people who are tightly bonded, who care for each other, and who are as close as family. And we can share a deeper level of intimacy. Granted, it’s not conventional, but it’s something to be cherished.”
Andrew stands up from the couch and as he advances on me, he asks, “So what’s your solution, Avril? Did you come over here with your sexual charms to make it all better for me?”
I shake my head. “Not my original intention, but I’d welcome you into my body if you wanted that.”
Andrew stops in his tracks and curses as he scrubs his hands over his face. “Why did you have to fucking say something like that?”
“Because it’s the truth,” I tell him as I take a few steps to bridge the distance between us. I take his hands in mine. “That first night at The Wicked Horse, when we watched each other, I wanted you from that moment. I didn’t know I had this side to me, Andrew, but I know it now. I’m not ashamed of it. For some reason, it feels just right to me and I’m not going to ignore that.”
“You mean having sex with different men?” he asks me hesitantly.
“That’s how it started. I was exploring my sexuality. And that exploration led me to watching you, then being with Dane, and then being with you both, and I liked it more than I should. There’s something about what we did last night that speaks deeply to me, and I can only assume it’s because we have this amazing foundation of friendship. It just made everything better, and it all seemed so right. Didn’t it feel a little right to you?”
Andrew lets out a pent-up breath and the expression on his face is pained. “It felt both very right and very wrong.”
“And the wrongness of it is part of what’s right,” I tell him, and he jolts from my words. I can see I’ve hit the mark. It’s the dirty, taboo element of what we did last night that he most enjoyed.
Same as me.
“I don’t want anyone else,” I explain so he knows what this is. “I want you, and I want Dane. But wanting isn’t enough. We all have to be okay with this because if one of us isn’t, then it all has to stop. If you can’t envision this working, or you can’t envision me with Dane, then it’s over. We all stop, and we go back to just being the greatest of friends who took a risk and realized when it was time to get out.”
Andrew’s eyebrows draw inward. “So, we what… have a ménage relationship? Which I’m not even sure that’s the appropriate term, but the three of us are together?”
“Maybe,” I say without any real idea if this is right. “I guess. We could all be together, or we could be with each other individually at times.”
“How does that even work?” Andrew says with frustration as he pulls his hands from mine. “I mean… do we all sleep together at night? And how the fuck do you explain that shit to your conservative parents at Thanksgiving? ‘Oh, hey, Mom… we’ll all sleep in my bedroom together because we’re all about the triple loving’.”
“I don’t know, Andrew,” I admit with defeat. “I just know I want to be with you and Dane. I know Dane wants it. The question is, do you? If you don’t, that’s okay, and we work super fucking hard to make sure this friendship stays strong. But if you do, I only think we can take it one step at a time.”
“It’s just sex though, right?” he pushes for clarification, but I can’t say for sure.
“That’s a big part of it. But you and I both know it’s better than just regular sex because of the bond we already have. So, it’s definitely something more.”
Andrew shakes his head as if he can’t believe we’re even having this conversation. His eyes heat with anger. He turns away from me, takes two steps, and then spins back around. “This is fucking insane, Avril. Last night… no goddamn words to describe it. Best fucking experience of my life, and yet, I’m betting most people would think that was some whacked shit.”
“It’s considered quite normal in The Wicked Horse,” I murmur. “That’s what that club is all about.”
“But we’re not in The Wicked Horse right now, are we?” he says in a low, rumbling voice as he steps back up to me. His hand comes to the side of my neck, fingers sliding to the back. “You said you’d welcome me into your body. That seems like an entirely different animal than us having a dirty threesome in a sex club.”