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)
CHAPTER 22
Avril
I hear the front door open as I’d told Dane and Andrew to just let themselves in. I’d decided to cook dinner for them tonight, though I spent way too much time at work trying to figure out if it was cool to do it. Up until now, our sexual experiences have just been that. They started in the club but when they moved to my house or the suite in Paris, they were still just sexual experiences. The only exception was the afternoon Dane and I spent together there, shopping and just hanging out.
I liked that a little too much, but it all balanced out as the next two nights were just the regular old threesome stuff together. Which makes me snicker at the thought of a threesome now being par for the course in my life.
The last night was interesting. I have found I like anal sex very much, and it was Andrew’s turn to take my ass. We assumed the same position as the first night we tried it, except this time Dane was on the bottom. Every time the three of us have been together at the same time, we’ve all orgasmed pretty much at the same time together.
But that last night, I watched Dane carefully, and this was made easy by the fact I was riding his cock and able to look down on his face. I have no clue if Andrew knew it, but I saw it clear enough. Dane made himself hold out for his orgasm until after Andrew was finished. After Andrew came in my ass and pulled out of me, Dane rolled me to my back and fucked me hard until I came again and he came with me. It was an overt sign of possession, and yeah… I’m sure Andrew saw that.
How could he not?
Dane walks into my kitchen. If I thought the man looked good in a suit, he looks even better in jeans and a pullover. He smiles at me as I chop some bell pepper before walking around the kitchen island. I’m stunned when he pulls my knife out of my hand so he can draw me into his arms, whereby he kisses me so deeply and with such passion I want to crawl up his body and mount him.
When he pulls back, I whisper, “Wow. What was that for?”
“Because I fucking felt like it,” he says with a shrug and releases me. He snags a piece of red bell pepper and pops it in his mouth with a wink.
I grin and turn back to the chopping. “There’s an open bottle of red on the back counter.”
Dane pours us each a glass while I finish the last of the chopping.
“What are you making?” he asks as he sets my glass on the counter beside my cutting board. His walk back around the kitchen island to sit on one of the stools is casual and confident, like he belongs there. I’m not sure what it says about this crazy situation I find myself in, but damn if I don’t really like the way Dane acts like he belongs in my kitchen.
“A southwest chicken pasta.” Glancing at my watch, I muse out loud, “Wonder if Andrew will show up?”
Tonight, I’d invited them to my house rather than the club. Dane was a resounding “yes,” and Andrew was a lukewarm, “If I can get out of work in time, sure”.
“He was still at the office when I left,” Dane says, but then his eyes harden as they go to my kitchen nook table. “Who are those from?”
I turn to look that way, having forgot about the flowers I found on my doorstep when I got home. I’d put them on the table after looking at the card, and then promptly forgot about them as I started dinner. Looking back to the cutting board, I say, “Jamie.”
“And you don’t think it’s poor form to have a man over to your house for dinner and some fucking, while your former boyfriend sends you flowers?” Dane says quietly, but there’s no mistaking the anger in his voice.
My eyebrow lifts as my eyes widen for a moment in surprise, then narrow at him. “Excuse me?”
His head nods toward the flowers. “I don’t need to repeat it.”
I put my knife down on the counter and glare at him. “Well, I’m sorry if your sensibilities were offended. I just set them down there as I was in a hurry to get dinner going. I’d intended to throw them away like the others, but—”
“Others?” Dane growls menacingly, and my level of offense over his reaction increases.
And then… it melts away, leaving a bubbly warmth behind as I realize that this is nothing but pure jealousy, and I wonder if Dane has ever really experienced it before. He doesn’t seem to be handling it all that well.