by Roni Loren
Whoa. Okay. He’d only been messing around. Over-the-top flirting was his defense mechanism when he was nervous around a woman. But he definitely was down for staying like this if Georgia was into playing the game right back. The night had just gotten infinitely more interesting.
Colby snorted at the exchange, but there was a wicked glint in his eyes. He hit Play on the movie and turned the lights off, then sank onto the couch on the other side of Georgia. Without asking, he lifted Georgia’s legs and laid them across his lap, which meant Georgia had been turned farther sideways and was now half-lying against Keats’s chest.
He adjusted his arm fully around her and glanced down, inadvertently getting a view straight down her V-neck sweater. A lacy blue bra cupped round, full breasts. His free hand curled into his thigh, the temptation to touch her almost too much to bear. Now he was definitely thinking of much more fun places to bury his face than in her hair.
He forced his eyes upward and collided with Colby’s gaze. He’d caught Keats looking. Keats opened his mouth, not sure what he was going to say—Sorry?
Colby lifted an eyebrow in warning and mouthed, No. Touching. But then a smirk curled his mouth and he added, Yet.
Colby turned back to watch the movie like there’d been no exchange at all.
All Keats’s blood rushed downward.
Well, fuck. This was going to be the longest movie ever.
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Georgia absolutely could not concentrate on the stupid movie. Her heartbeat was going to make a dent in her ribs it was pounding so hard. Colby hadn’t sent her into this blind. They’d talked in his room before the movie. Well, talked and touched and made out. She’d been on a high from surviving the day mostly unscathed. But when they’d managed to come up for air, he’d told her that tonight could be whatever she wanted it to be. A simple movie night with friends. A one-on-one night in his bed. Or she could have Keats, too, if Keats was game for that.
It had been the obvious question hovering over them all day. Would they cross those fuzzy lines? Colby had left the decision firmly in her hands. And that’d made it harder. In the end, she wanted to watch the movie and decide later. She didn’t want the pressure of a plan.
But when Keats had asked to cuddle with her on the couch, it’d felt natural to say yes. So she was going with that. She’d been all too aware of the both of them at dinner. The sexual tension zipping through the room had been palpable—all three were having normal conversation with each other but in the undercurrent, they also were acutely aware of the secrets they knew about each other—how Colby looked when he jerked off, how Georgia sounded when she came, how Keats had been in Colby’s bed last night. Even watching the two guys throw verbal jabs at each other had gotten her warm because she could so easily sense the electricity between them.
But now she was freaking nervous. Yes, she was doing some kinky things with Colby. But a threesome was a whole other level on the Richter scale for her. These two really, really beautiful guys could easily overwhelm her. Colby alone was almost too much to handle. If she did this, she’d be jumping from a state of deep freeze into boiling lava, no pit stops in between.
She needed to breathe and calm down. Maybe she wasn’t ready for this quite yet. She just needed to watch the movie and enjoy the company. Though it wasn’t helping her state of mind that Colby had moved her long, flowy skirt to her knees and was idly stroking her calves as they watched the movie. And Keats had shifted behind her to where she was now basically lying against his chest. His knees were spread wide in that relaxed guy pose, and his cargo pants were situated in a way that had her imagination drawing pictures, especially when he’d discreetly adjusted himself a few minutes ago.
Dammit.
She forced her attention back to the movie, finding that the film was at the mandatory sex break in between the zombie attacks. The heroine and her boyfriend were locked inside a house and all was quiet for now. So, as per B-horror-movie protocol, clothes had come off. The woman was presently naked and astride the guy, rolling her hips and tipping her head back, making the oh-right-there face. Of course, they were showing none of the rather good-looking guy except his hands and face. A little grumble escaped her.
“Everything all right?” Colby asked, sending her a look of amusement.
“It’s annoying that all they ever show in movies is the girl. I mean, sure, she’s pretty and has a nice body. But would it kill them to throw the female viewing audience a little man ass or something? That guy has a good one. Boy parts shouldn’t be off-limits.”
Keats’s chest bounced gently beneath her as he laughed, and Colby’s dimples appeared.
“It’s unfair,” she concluded.
“Agreed. Horribly sexist,” Colby said, trying to look serious. “I do have Internet access on this TV. I could pull up some gay zombie porn for you. There will be man ass and boy parts galore.”
She sent him a sidelong glance. “Please, God, tell me that doesn’t exist.”
“When it comes to porn, everything exists,” Keats assured her.
She turned her head to look up at him and gave him a poke in the arm. “Speaking from experience?”
He gave her an oh-please look. “You do realize I’m male and grew up in the age of the Internet, right?”
“Wait, are you even old enough to watch porn?” she asked, blinking innocently.
Colby barked a laugh.
Keats pinched her side, and she yelped before falling into her own laughter.
“Low blow, George,” he said, but his smile was warm.
“Ha!” Colby said from the other side of the couch.
Georgia turned to face him.
He pointed the remote at the TV and announced triumphantly, “Would you prefer The Sucking Dead or 28 Dicks Later?”
Georgia was already a little giggly from a night of nervous tension and the beer, so at the sight of the two movie posters displayed on the screen, especially the one with the very shapely green male behind, she lost it. She slipped out of Keats’s hold as she bent forward, her shoulders shaking with laughter.
“Only nine ninety-nine. Yeah, we’re totally getting this,” Colby said, lifting the remote. “And I’m opening up the account in your name. Georgia Lawrence, lover of gay zombie ass.”
“Don’t you dare!” She went for the remote, launching herself at Colby. He lifted the remote out of her reach, and she landed half across his lap. He locked an arm around her waist, dragging her against him and giving her a flash of teeth. “Hey, I’m giving you what you asked for.”
“All I wanted was male nudity, not zombie ass,” she said, still stretching for the remote, but he tossed it over her head to Keats.
“Hit Buy, Keats,” Colby called on a laugh.
“Oh my God, the zombie fucks people back to life and that turns them into zombies,” Keats said, apparently reading the description. “Do you think he walks around saying ‘Asssss’ instead of ‘Braaaains’? Because if that’s the case, we need to watch this. I mean, how could we not? It’s like an obligation.”
She sent Keats a look of mock betrayal. “You are not siding with him. All I asked for was a little equal-opportunity nudity. Is that too much to ask?”
“Hey, I’m fond of nudity of all types,” he said with a grin, and reached behind him. He tugged his shirt over his head with one quick motion and tossed it aside. “There, it’s evened out now. Topless girl in the movie, topless guy for your viewing pleasure.”
But she was slipping out of Colby’s hold as soon as the shirt hit the floor and moving to Keats’s side, the purple bruises draining all the humor from her. “Oh my God, Keats. You didn’t say it was this bad.”
She laid her palm against the purple blotches, concern flooding her, but anger building as well. How could someone do this to him?
Keats sucked in a breath at her touch, but he put his hand over hers. “A
w, now don’t get yourself worked up over it, George,” he said gently. “It looks a lot worse than it feels. You’ve been lying on me all night and I was fine.”
She glanced up. “I’ve been—why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve never—”
“You were pressed up against me. It was worth any discomfort.”
The words were so honestly delivered that it tugged at that thing inside her she couldn’t resist. “Now you’re just not playing fair. I can handle cocky. But I can’t handle sweet.”
The corners of his eyes crinkled, though his gaze stayed serious. “You can tell me to stop and I will. Seriously. Just say the word. I’ll leave you two alone.”
“You want this?” she asked, knowing Keats was well aware of what was on the line here. “I mean, truly, both of us?”
He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles. “Of course I do, George. You two are driving me a little crazy, actually. I have no goddamned idea what happened in the movie. But seriously, there’s no pressure.”
She traced gentle fingers over his injuries, her desire having a knock-down, drag-out fight with her good sense. “You scare me.”
He let out a little laugh at that. “Me? I would never hurt a hair on your head.”
“It’s not that. It’s just—you’re going through some big-deal discoveries about yourself, and I don’t want to be the girl you’re using to reassure yourself that you’re still into women. I don’t want to play buffer or get in the way.”
He shifted at that, sitting up straighter and taking her hands in his. “Look, George, I get the concern, and I may be a confused son of a bitch sometimes, but let me tell you what I know for sure. One—I’m into women. Really into women. I haven’t been faking it my whole life. So, sure, discovering I’m attracted to a guy is new and a lot to deal with, but it’s in addition to, not in replacement of, women. And two, I’m into you. This isn’t about finding the nearest girl and hooking up. If this were about proving my manhood or whatever, I could’ve gone to a bar tonight and gone home with a random girl.
“But instead I stayed here. Not just to hang out with Colby but to be near you, the woman who I haven’t been able to get out of my mind since I heard the two of you on the couch. I’m used to forward women. Or girls who know how to use their assets to get my attention. But it’s all flashy advertising. Once you get in bed with them, the confident act disappears as quick as the push-up bra and what seems like a daring night is really just . . .”
“Vanilla,” Colby offered from behind them.
“Yeah,” Keats agreed.
Georgia couldn’t help but smile. “Well, to their defense, you’re dating young women. At twenty, most of us don’t know what we want or how to ask for it. And the guys are usually thrilled enough if you know how to give a good blow job, so there isn’t a lot of motivation to explore further.”
“Exactly. And I enjoyed that kind of thing as much as the next guy, but when I heard you and Colby together, I realized I was missing out. The way you two own your dirty side is something I haven’t been able to stop thinking about. You’re both these professional, put-together people on the outside, but you have kinky streaks a mile wide that you aren’t afraid to embrace.” Keats’s green eyes were dark in the low light as they met Georgia’s, and she lost her breath for a second. Naked desire sat there, any shield he’d been keeping up falling away. “And it’s so. Fucking. Hot.”
Georgia closed her eyes, her heartbeat speeding to that rampaging pace again. Colby’s hands slid onto her shoulders and gave them a squeeze, a show of support for whatever happened next.
“If you don’t want me here with you two, I’ll leave you alone,” Keats said, his voice quiet. “But if you want me to stay, I’m all yours. For whatever either of you want from me, I’m in.”
Nerves were trying to seize her. Having Colby behind her and Keats only inches away, offering himself whole, was almost too overwhelming to process. But there was no denying the deep, hot ache building within her nonetheless. She wanted Keats. She wanted Colby. Plain and simple.
She’d spent so long in a locked-down, smothering relationship and then trapped alone in fear. This was everything the past two years wasn’t. A fantasy, sure. But more than that, this was part of her old self clawing to the surface and gasping for air, looking for the light.
“What do you say, gorgeous?” Colby asked, his whisper tickling over her ear.
She slid her hand down to Keats’s hip and lowered her head. Keeping her eyes closed, she pressed a kiss to his bruised ribs, then slowly moved her hand to the hardening ridge between his thighs and curved her fingers around it.
Keats breathed out a curse and Colby’s grip left her shoulders.
She lifted her head and brought her face close to Keats. “I think we’re done with movie night.”
“Yeah?” Keats asked, his voice strained.
“Yeah.” She stroked him gently through his pants and put her mouth to his, letting the pent-up desire she’d been feeling for him from the very start pour into a slow, rolling kiss.
Colby’s mouth touched the back of her neck, his hands sliding over her waist, and it was done. The three of them.
No more lines in the sand. No more pretending.
They were all tumbling into the churning ocean together.
Not a life raft in sight.
TWENTY-NINE
Georgia felt a hand in her hair and one cupping her breast, but she wasn’t sure if it was Colby or Keats touching her. Or both. Both. God, she was actually doing this.
She was still kissing Keats, but things were happening around her. Buttons were unfastened and her skirt ended up on the floor somehow. All the while mouths and hands were moving, exploring—her own, theirs. She kissed her way along a line of song lyrics curling over Keats’s bicep, and Colby unhooked her bra, sliding it off her shoulders. Her nipples grazed Keats’s chest and he groaned against her ear as his palm found her breasts. “So goddamned beautiful.”
His hands were warm and rough-skinned against her, the gentle friction sending sensation straight to the burning spot between her thighs.
“Straddle him, baby,” Colby commanded. “Spread your legs and let him feel how wet you are. How wet you’ve been for us during the whole movie.”
Keats’s green eyes met hers as she hooked her leg over his lap and got in position. His gaze ate her up with pure lustful hunger before his fingers dipped beneath the waistband of her panties and slid along her slick folds. “Fuck, George, you’re so ready for us.”
He stroked along her clit with deft, callused fingertips, and her nails dug into his shoulders. “God, that feels good.”
“Don’t let her come yet,” Colby said. “Keep her riding her edge. Same goes for you.”
Keats continued to tease her but eased some of the delicious pressure. “I have a feeling Colby’s going to be beating the shit out of me later for disobeying because I’m feeling anything but submissive at the moment. I want to see you come for me, George. I want to hear my name on your lips.”
She groaned at the shift in attitude in the man beneath her. Keats might be submissive under the intense dominance of Colby, but she was seeing anything but that in him right now. He looked like a man on a mission to fuck her into oblivion. And she felt like a woman ready for exactly that.
“Please, Colby,” she said, sending him an appeal as she rode Keats’s fingers. “I’ll never last unless I get the first one out of the way. I’ve been wound up for hours.”
Colby’s ominous eyebrow lifted. “How bad do you want it?”
Keats’s fingers curled inside her, surprising her by rubbing slowly along the perfect spot. Goddamn, she had to give the guy credit. When she was twenty-three she hadn’t even known how to find her own G-spot. And here he was pressing all the right buttons. “Pretty damn bad.”
“I play fair. You’re two grow
n adults. You want to fuck before we get started. Do it. But there’ll be a price to pay afterward.”
“What price?” Keats asked.
“That you don’t get to know until afterward. And Keats, she has permission to come. You do not.”
His jaw clenched, but Georgia could see the flare of lust in his eyes at the command. There was that submissive side. Nice. “I can wait.”
“I don’t care if you can, you will.” Colby ran a hand over the back of Georgia’s head. “You two have twenty minutes in his bedroom alone. Then you meet me in mine.”
“You’re not coming with us?” Georgia asked.
“Your first time with someone shouldn’t be with an audience,” he said. “Plus, I have a few things to get ready. Better make that twenty minutes good, though, because after that you two are all mine.”
Colby leaned over and gave her a deep kiss full of promise, all while Keats’s fingers continued to stroke her. Colby pulled away, leaving her a little breathless, and then he turned his head and kissed Keats as well. Seeing their lips and tongues clash up close had Georgia almost coming on the spot.
Oh. My. God. They were sexy together.
Keats yanked his head back with a grunt. “Damn, she just clamped down on my fingers hard.” He looked to Georgia, a little amazed. “It really does turn you on, doesn’t it? Seeing us kiss?”
Colby grinned. “Told you she had a fetish. Bet she already owns 28 Dicks Later.”
She laughed and pushed off Keats, letting his fingers slip out of her panties with a delicious, clenching glide. “Shut up. I’m a woman on the verge here and you’re teasing me.”
Keats climbed off the couch, his erection providing a prominent outline against his shorts, and wrapped his arms around her. “Come on, George. You’re all mine for twenty minutes, and I’m definitely not going to waste a second of it.”
Then he was lifting her up and draping her over his shoulder.
She yelped in surprise. “Keats! No, your ribs.”
He delivered a swift smack to her ass, surprising the hell out of her. “Hush. Indulge my caveman impulses right now because I have a feeling once Colby gets hold of us, he’s going to make me get on all fours and bark like a dog or something.”