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 also spent some time wondering if Andrew got her off better than I did, or if she enjoyed swallowing his cum more than mine. Then I immediately felt guilty for even having lewd thoughts about my best friend.
Pushing those thoughts out of my head, I give him a smile. “It’s good, man. We’ve been clear what this is, and we’ve set the boundaries.”
“Do the boundaries include other men and women in this scenario?” he asks, and now I’m the one to blink in surprise. It hadn’t occurred to me to discuss exclusivity because I had just assumed it was a given. When three close friends decide to fuck each other in a three way without protection, that just implies to me that none of us are fucking other people.
“It’s just us,” I tell him firmly.
“Avril said she only wanted the two of us. Both together and alone,” Andrew tells me.
“Then it’s just the three of us. No one else.” That sounds right, except I can’t ignore the immense feeling of relief I just felt sweep through me when Andrew told me that Avril wanted us individually as well. Because while her taking both of us night before last was hot as fuck, I want her very much alone as well.
Andrew moves over to the shoulder-press machine, and I follow behind him. I think he’s on board, but there’s one thing I have to know exactly where he stands on. “Are you okay with the individual times together that Avril seems to want?”
I think I’m asking the question because Andrew’s the one whose heart stands the biggest risk of getting confused in all this, but in all actuality… I’m asking because I already know I’m going to have to put some major effort into not being jealous over Avril and Andrew being alone.
My legs practically give way on me when Andrew turns to look at me and slowly shakes his head. “I can’t do the individual.”
“What?” I ask in pure disbelief. I mean… why the fuck would he not want Avril in his bed alone?
“Because when it’s the three of us together, I can pretend that it’s just friendship. That it’s just the three of us doing everything together like we’ve done for seventeen years. Anything past that, and it gets too confusing.”
Jesus fuck, but he’s nailed it.
The big fucking problem in all of this.
I don’t know what to say, so I adjust the weights on the press and sit to straddle the seat. Before I can take the handles though, Andrew asks me, “What about you?”
My eyes raise to his. Because there’s no way I can lie to him about this, I tell him a truth that’s very painful for me to admit. “I like the individual. The connection. I’ve never had that before and it’s scary, but it also feels comfortable because it’s Avril.”
Andrew’s eyes round with surprise, because for all the years he’s known me, he knows I’ve never felt for a woman the way I’m admitting to now.
“Dude… are you sure this is a good idea?” he mutters.
“Yes,” I say without hesitation. “As long as you’re okay with me having alone time with Avril if I want it.”
“This is so fucked up,” Andrew rasps out. “I’m okay with a threesome because that seems the most impersonal to me. You’re okay with the threesome and you want time with her alone, because you’re feeling something you’ve never felt before. And Avril wants us both in any way she can have us. This spells fucking disaster.”
“Want to stop?” I ask.
Andrew tilts his head back and looks at the ceiling a moment before giving me his answer. “No. I can’t turn away from that type of pull… the things the three of us could do together. The things you and I could do to Avril together. But I’m worried about you, Dane. You’re the one walking dangerous territory.”
I brush his concerns off even though I know they’re legit. “It’ll be fine. We’ll be good.”
Andrew stares at me without saying anything, so I grab the handles of the press and push upward, starting my reps. When I’m done, he makes a slight adjustment on the weights and completes his.
As we’re switching, he catches me off guard again. “When we go to Paris, are we just going to stay in one room together?”
I practically drop the weight, and have to heave it back up. I keep my gaze on the opposite wall while I finish my reps. When I lower the press back to neutral, I say, “I hadn’t thought about it. Probably not.”
“We could just get a suite,” he suggests.
Jesus, I can’t believe he’s thinking about this. I’m the one worried about having alone time with Avril, and he’s planning out the best way for all three of us to fuck while we’re in Paris next week to visit Fabron’s company. He extended an invitation to us as a means of transparency. He’s going to give us an inside look at his technology, hoping to prove to us he’s very serious about joining forces.