“I hope there’s enough whiskey left for two,” I say stiffly. “I have a feeling we’re going to need it.”
He smirks and holds up an unopened bottle. “Don’t I always come prepared?”
I toss my helmet and keys down, keeping my eyes on him as he reaches beside him to fill a second glass.
“That’s the only reason we’ve been friends for twenty years.”
He hands me a glass with a sideways smile. “I can’t argue that shit. Whiskey can help even the most fucked up friendships stay intact.”
I grab the drink from his hand and take a huge chug, closing my eyes as the burn fills my throat. “Ah, fuck. I love that feeling.”
The room’s quiet for a few moments as I take a seat in the chair across from Cole’s.
Sometimes you just need a few moments of silence while enjoying a glass of regret with your asshole friends.
“I went to go see Brooke,” he says. “Was hoping she’d miss my handsome ass, but then realized she must’ve been with my almost as equally handsome friend so . . .”
“I didn’t fuck her,” I growl. “I’m not that low. I may hate your piece of shit ass right now, but I’m not trying to take Brooke from you.”
He shakes his head, while pouring himself a second glass. “I get it. I know you’re pissed at me for what I did to you and this is your way of getting back at me. It’s how we fucking function because we’re two screwed up assholes.”
“I won’t argue that.” I finish my drink off before slamming it down on the table. “Why are you here, Cole? You here to fight or just sit in front of a fire and snuggle with the one person you hate right now? I can grab the fucking marshmallows and we can make a night of it.”
My words cause him to laugh and stand up to refill my glass. “I’m here because I want this shit to be over with. I want a chance to explain why I did what I did that night so we can both move on from this crap.”
“What makes you think anything you say is going to be good enough to make me just forgive you as if it never fucking happened?”
He sits up straight and flexes his jaw. “I don’t expect that shit to happen. But I do expect you to stop hating me at some point and open your eyes to the piece of shit Katie was.”
I feel my blood boil from his words. He always did try to tell me she wasn’t good enough for me. That all she was doing was bringing me down.
So why not just fuck her to get her out of my life, right? I wasn’t willing to get rid of her so he did.
“Fucking Katie, wasn’t doing me any favors, asshole. It was doing yourself a favor.”
“The fuck it was.” He looks extremely agitated and stressed as he begins pacing in front of my chair. “You were too blind to see how she was dragging you down. She had you stressed the fuck out to the point you began to think it was just every day normal life. I couldn’t even remember a time when you didn’t drink yourself to sleep every damn night. That’s when I knew it was time to step in and save your ass. ‘Cause you sure in the hell wasn’t going to do it.”
I feel my chest tighten as I let his words sink in. Katie was the love of my life. At least, that’s what I’d been telling myself since the day she walked up and kissed me.
She consumed me. Made it hard to think about anything other than her. She made sure of that by keeping me sexually pleased, allowing me to take her as rough and wild as I wanted. I was in control when it came to our sex life, but maybe that was her way of controlling me outside of it.
“She accused you almost every other day of cheating on her. You know who does that? Cheaters. That’s who. Her guilty conscience of sleeping around on you had her worried you were doing the same.”
I sit, in silence, the guilt beginning to creep in as his words unravel her hold on me, making it clear what she’d been doing to me over the years.
At one point, I assumed she was cheating on me. Hell, I even had someone tell me she was, but I refused to believe it.
Our healthy sex life kept me blind to that possibility and she always managed to talk her way around it and come up with alibis.
“All I wanted was to have my best friend back. You’re my brother, Jameson. Her bringing you down was bringing me down. It fucking hurt to see you hurt. So yeah, I took extreme measures, knowing damn well you’d probably hate me. So, fuck you, but I did it for you.”
His words have my head spinning and me beginning to lose my shit. Now, I’m the one pacing like a maniac.
“Fuuuck!”
Reaching for the closest thing to me, I throw it across the room, the glass breaking against the fireplace.
All my rage for Cole is turning to guilt.
Guilt for wanting to hurt him. Guilt for making him work for his girl. Fuck, guilt for wanting his girl.
“I’m sorry, man.” I stand with my hands in my hair, trying to think of how to make this better. “I don’t know what the fuck was wrong with me. When I heard about you and Katie, it had my head all screwed up.”
“Love. That’s what was wrong with you. I don’t blame you for that. Katie was a fucking she-devil bitch. She was good.”
I find myself laughing and reaching for my whiskey. “At least Brooke is different.”
“She’s a good one,” he says from behind me. “And as much as we both screwed up, I think she deserves to get what she wants now.”
I stop mid-drink to turn around and look at him. “Me messing with her was a dickhead move on my part. I’ll leave her alone now.”
“It’s too late, man.” He grabs my drink from my hand and finishes it off. “The only way to get you out of her system is for her to experience with you. She’s a good woman. This isn’t about you or me anymore. It’s about her and we’re going to give her what she desires.”
I just keep staring at him like a fucking idiot, because I have no clue what to say right now.
After all this shit, he still wants me to share his girl with him.
“It’s not like we haven’t shared before. It worked out in the past and it’ll work out now.” He grips my shoulder and smirks. “Besides, once she has us both she’ll clearly realize how much better I am.”
“You’re a delusional asshole.”
“Keep telling yourself that.” He sets down my empty glass and reaches for his jacket. “I heard you’re having a party this weekend. Let’s show Brooke a good time.”
“You sure about this shit?”
“For her . . . yeah. Besides if she wants to experience a threesome, we’re the best two out there. I mean . . . look at us.”
“Again, I can’t argue there.”
With that he takes off, leaving me to stand in front of the fireplace, thinking of how the hell I’m going to pull this off without getting any feelings involved.
After my kiss with Brooke earlier, this is going to be harder than I thought. And now that Cole and I are friends again, falling for his girl is the last thing I can allow myself to do . . .
Brooke
MY HEART PRACTICALLY BEATS OUT of my chest as I stare through the windshield at the big white house in front of me. I can’t believe I’m sitting outside Jameson’s place, about to attend a party that Cole invited me to.
Not even three days ago, I was on the back of Jameson’s motorcycle receiving one of the best orgasms of my life, practically on the verge of begging him to take me. And now, here I am, meeting his friend at his party.
This is far from normal, but I have a feeling things with the boys are anything but.
They’ve done this kind of thing before. I’m not the first woman they’ve teamed up on and to be honest, I feel insanely lucky I’m getting the chance to experience them.
Even if things are bound to become messy, this . . . this feels so fucking fantastic, both mentally and physically.
When I received the text from Cole two hours ago, inviting me to join him at Jameson’s party, my first reaction was to rush home from work and take a quick shower so I could look my best for them both.
I can
’t even begin to explain the adrenaline that was running through me when I responded back with a yes.
It was as if my fingers couldn’t type fast enough.
I need these boys. I want them, desperately.
As long as I have control over my feelings, then I see no reason why being here with Cole will end up as a disaster.
Surely, both men know I’ve been invited and both men know by whom.
I close my eyes and press my fingers to my lips as I remember the way Jameson kissed me on the side of the road the other night.
This is not what I should be thinking about right now.
Yes, his kiss felt good. In fact, it felt more than good. It felt fucking magical.
It was as if my entire body ignited, heat taking over every inch of me, until it felt as if my skin was on fire.
It completely shocked me, but I was so lost in the moment I couldn’t think rationally enough to make myself stop and question the feeling.
All I know is I wanted more of whatever it was that was taking over me.
Don’t get me wrong, Cole’s kiss is damn good too, but something about the way Jameson moved against me with such demand and control had my heart and body reacting.
His kiss alone was enough to set me off and make me forget about everything around me.
Cole had no idea I was with Jameson, yet, worrying about how that might make him feel was the last thing on my mind.
It was as if I trusted Jameson to do what he knew was best for me. I let him have control and it felt nice for once.
Giving up control isn’t something I allow myself to do often.
Except of course, when it comes to both Cole and Jameson. Making sure not to give up too much control is going to be the hard part.
Giving up too much control means falling and falling for both is the last thing I can do.
Hell, I’m not even sure allowing myself to fall for even one is a good idea.
It could complicate their friendship, which is another clue for me that Cole is looking to keep things between us casual. Just as I suspected in the beginning.
Otherwise . . . why share with his friend? Why risk losing their friendship if things happen to become complicated?
I don’t know what I’d do if me and Karson ever broke up our friendship due to falling for the same damn guy. I’d probably never get past it.
It would destroy me.
Fun. That’s all this is. For all of us.
Karson must notice my internal conflict, because it’s easy to catch her staring at me from my peripheral vision. She’s looking hard, as if I’ve been lost in my head for way too long and I probably have by now.
“Honey . . . you okay over there? You look like you’re having a mental breakdown? Is there something I don’t know? Should we skip the party?”
I release a quick breath and eagerly shake my head, not wanting her to worry about me. If I let on to the fact that something is bothering me, then we’ll spend the next hour in this vehicle while she questions me.
I’m a grown ass woman. I can figure this out and keep a straight head.
I have to. I’m going in there with confidence and owning this moment. After the shitty men I’ve had; I deserve this night.
“I’m good. I’m ready.” I throw my seatbelt off and turn to face her with a smile. “You ready?”
She smiles back and reaches for her purse. “I’ve been ready since the second I heard Rowdy would be gracing this party with his hotness. I haven’t seen him since he gave me a ride home the night you took off with Jameson.”
I swallow and pretend as if mention of that night isn’t reminding me of the intensity of Jameson’s kiss again.
Tonight—none of that needs to matter.
“Alrighty . . . let’s go, then.”
I feel curiosity and excitement take over when I look over to see Cole’s car parked right behind Jameson’s motorcycle.
The two men that have been driving me crazy with this need I’ve never felt before, will be here, in the same house, hopefully giving me what my body so desperately needs.
Them.
Without even knocking, Karson pushes the door open, letting herself inside. A smile takes over as she whiffs the air. “Smells like somebody brought the good stuff. I’ll find you in a few, babe.”
With that, she just takes off, leaving me standing by the door alone. I laugh and shut the door behind me, taking a look around the huge house.
That’s when I look up to see Jameson standing about halfway up the staircase, looking completely jaw dropping in a black button down shirt and fitted jeans.
The sight of him has my whole body buzzing with need, as our eyes meet.
Without a word, he nods for me to follow him up the stairs. My eyes instantly land on his sexy ass as I take the stairs one at a time.
My heart races with anticipation with each step I take, my mind spinning with all the possibilities of tonight.
Cole is most likely already up here waiting on me. I find it to be hot that Jameson is the one luring me to him.
Jameson waits for me to get upstairs, before he disappears into a room, confident that I’ll follow.
He’s right.
There’s no controlling my body at this point. It wants what it wants and what it wants is one hot night with two hot men.
Just one night to feel them both without any worries of what’s to come next.
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and slowly release it, before stepping into the room to see Cole sitting in a chair, holding a glass of liquor.
Jameson is standing in front of the fireplace and they both have their eyes on me, taking me in as if they’re waiting for my reaction.
The room is dark, the mood seductive, giving me an idea of how this night is going to go.
Something about this moment tells me no words are needed.
They both want me and I want them to take me.
Standing up from the chair, Cole sets his glass down and walks over to the door, shutting it behind me.
I can feel his dark eyes burning into me as he looks me over in my dress, before pulling me against him and pressing his lips against my neck.
The feel of his lips sucking and nibbling have me moaning out and gripping his hair, wanting more.
That’s when I look over Cole’s shoulder to see Jameson push away from the fireplace and come at us, looking sexy and confident.
My breath escapes me the moment, his body closes in behind me, his hands slowly caressing my skin as he lowers my dress strap, while kissing my shoulder.
The feel of their lips on me, consume me, making my body ache for more than just their lips. I want to feel them on every inch of my body.
Closing my eyes, I lean my head back and allow the boys to undress me.
Their hands and lips are everywhere, making it impossible for me to catch my breath for a moment.
Within seconds, my dress is on the floor and Jameson is undoing my bra, while Cole is pulling my thong down my legs, his lips brushing down my body on the way.
My body is so sensitive from their touches that I find myself already coming close to reaching climax and it’s just getting started.
Reaching for my hand, Cole places it on his chest, while slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt, moving my hand lower with each one he opens.
As if that isn’t enough to drive me wild, Jameson takes my other hand, placing it on his belt, before whispering in my ear. “Undress us, Brooke.”
After I undo Jameson’s belt, he moves my hand over to Cole’s belt, showing me they want me to undress Cole first.
As I’m working on Cole’s jeans, Jameson wraps his arm around my neck, turning my head to the side so he can bite and suck my bottom lip.
I moan into his mouth and yank Cole’s pants down his hips, feeling completely desperate to get these men naked at this point.
Once I get Cole’s pants down to his ankles, he smirks and kicks his jeans to the side, before turning me around to f
ace Jameson.
“You like feeling his lips on yours?” he questions against my ear, while moving me closer to his friend. “Kiss him and I’ll kiss you . . .”
Before I can even think of what to say, Jameson has his hand tangled into the back of my hair, his lips slamming against mine.
Just like the other day, his kiss has my whole body igniting.
But as hard as I try to concentrate on how good Jameson’s lips feel, it’s hard to think straight when I feel Cole spread my legs apart and run his tongue over my aching pussy.
Grabbing onto Jameson’s strong shoulders, I moan into his mouth and shake in his arms as he holds me up.
I feel him smile against my mouth, before he bites me so hard that I scream out, not expecting it.
Somehow his teeth turn me on even more.
It also has Cole reacting, his mouth moving against me harder and faster as he slides his fingers in and out of me.
I can barely keep it together between Cole’s mouth tasting me and Jameson moving my hands down his body so I can undress him.
Once Jameson is down to his briefs, I feel Cole pull his fingers out of me, before he bites my ass and then slaps it.
I’m standing here with two insanely half-naked men, unsure of how I’m still actually standing at this point.
Any girl in their right mind would’ve fangirled and fainted by now. Not me.
Confidence. I need to stay confident.
I stand still, breathing heavily as Cole walks around me, his eyes admiring me, before he stops in front of me and pulls me in for a kiss.
His kiss is deep and passionate as if to show me he doesn’t think any less of me for wanting this.
It’s almost as if he wants to show me he wants me more than Jameson does, yet, his kiss isn’t quite doing the trick.
With Jameson’s kiss . . . I felt more. It affected me more, but I fall into his mouth anyway, getting lost in the moment.
I’m not going to let their kisses distract me from what I want. What we all want right now.
While Cole is distracting me with his kiss, I feel Jameson wrap something around my eyes, securely tying it.
My first reaction is to scream because I’ve never been blindfolded before, but the excitement of trying to guess who’s doing what keeps me calm.
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