shower?
Probably.
“Well, have you?” the relentless blonde pushed when he didn’t respond.
He sighed. “Yes.”
Was that disappointment in her eyes? Oh hell, it was . He couldn’t explain the rush of unhappiness that flooded his gut at the thought of this woman being disappointed in him.
But wait… There was a spark of jealousy there too. Oh brother. She wasn’t disappointed in him, but over the fact that she’d never experienced a ménage.
Jen tipped her head to the side. “You, another guy and a girl, or two girls and you?” Her eyes widened. “Oooh, or maybe you and two guys? That would be hot.”
“Me, guy, girl.” His voice was as stiff as his cock.
“What’s it like?” she asked curiously.
God help him.
“I’m not talking about this anymore,” he muttered.
“Pretty thrilling, I bet,” she mused, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’ve always wondered what being with two men would feel like. Two sets of hands on my body, two mouths and tongues and—”
Cash shot to his feet. “I feel like another beer. You?”
He heard her chuckling as he sprinted to the kitchen. He threw open the fridge door and shoved his head into the cold space, hoping the chill would ease the hot throbbing in his body. The woman was tormenting him. On purpose. And judging from the laughter that continued to trickle behind him, she was enjoying every damn second of it.
He grabbed two longnecks from the bottom shelf and shut the refrigerator.
Damn it. He had to gain the upper hand here. Find a way to get her to back off. Because if he didn’t, he was in real danger of succumbing to temptation and fucking this woman until neither of them could walk properly for days.
“Here,” he said, thrusting a fresh beer in her direction.
“Thanks.”
Cash sat down and twisted off the bottle cap.
“Anyway, back to the subject of threesomes,” Jen spoke up. “Who’s your go-to three-way buddy? Carson had Garrett before they both got married, and I hear all sorts of rumors about Ryan and Matt. So who’s your wingman?”
Christ, this woman was tenacious. Did she think if she kept talking about sex she’d get him so turned on he wouldn’t be able to control himself around her?
A thought suddenly occurred to him. Why couldn’t he play the same game? Except instead of turning her on, he’d turn her off . If she didn’t want to jump his bones anymore then he’d finally be able to breathe easy.
“Dylan Wade,” Cash said, lifting his beer to his lips.
Interest flickered in her eyes.
Honest-to-God interest.
“Dylan Wade. That’s your threesome buddy?”
“Yep.”
“Is he hot?”
“Women seem to think so.” He shot her a pointed look. “The one we hooked up with yesterday wasn’t complaining.”
Jen’s eyebrows soared. “Yesterday? You had a threesome yesterday ?”
Relief trickled through him. Good. Now she would view him as some huge whore, back off, and nobody would get drowned courtesy of Carson Scott.
“Was it good?”
For the love of…
He whirled his gaze to her, bewildered by the equal parts curiosity and arousal shining in those blue eyes. “It doesn’t piss you off that I was with another woman yesterday?”
“Why should it? We didn’t vow our undying love to each other before we parted ways at the bar. A man has needs, right?”
He ignored the throbbing of his cock. Yeah, a man had needs, all right.
“Anyway, was the threesome good? Did she like it?”
Cash let out a strangled groan. “Yes, she liked it. She loved it. So did Dylan. So did I—” Except for that one moment when he’d been fantasizing about Jen, but he kept that tidbit to himself. “We all had a great time, orgasms all around, and then I bid them adieu and left.”
There was a beat of silence.
“How long are you going to hold out on me?” Jen asked with a little sigh.
He scowled at her. “Forever.”
“Forever’s a long time.”
“Yup.”
Rolling her eyes, she set down her beer and
Probably.
“Well, have you?” the relentless blonde pushed when he didn’t respond.
He sighed. “Yes.”
Was that disappointment in her eyes? Oh hell, it was . He couldn’t explain the rush of unhappiness that flooded his gut at the thought of this woman being disappointed in him.
But wait… There was a spark of jealousy there too. Oh brother. She wasn’t disappointed in him, but over the fact that she’d never experienced a ménage.
Jen tipped her head to the side. “You, another guy and a girl, or two girls and you?” Her eyes widened. “Oooh, or maybe you and two guys? That would be hot.”
“Me, guy, girl.” His voice was as stiff as his cock.
“What’s it like?” she asked curiously.
God help him.
“I’m not talking about this anymore,” he muttered.
“Pretty thrilling, I bet,” she mused, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’ve always wondered what being with two men would feel like. Two sets of hands on my body, two mouths and tongues and—”
Cash shot to his feet. “I feel like another beer. You?”
He heard her chuckling as he sprinted to the kitchen. He threw open the fridge door and shoved his head into the cold space, hoping the chill would ease the hot throbbing in his body. The woman was tormenting him. On purpose. And judging from the laughter that continued to trickle behind him, she was enjoying every damn second of it.
He grabbed two longnecks from the bottom shelf and shut the refrigerator.
Damn it. He had to gain the upper hand here. Find a way to get her to back off. Because if he didn’t, he was in real danger of succumbing to temptation and fucking this woman until neither of them could walk properly for days.
“Here,” he said, thrusting a fresh beer in her direction.
“Thanks.”
Cash sat down and twisted off the bottle cap.
“Anyway, back to the subject of threesomes,” Jen spoke up. “Who’s your go-to three-way buddy? Carson had Garrett before they both got married, and I hear all sorts of rumors about Ryan and Matt. So who’s your wingman?”
Christ, this woman was tenacious. Did she think if she kept talking about sex she’d get him so turned on he wouldn’t be able to control himself around her?
A thought suddenly occurred to him. Why couldn’t he play the same game? Except instead of turning her on, he’d turn her off . If she didn’t want to jump his bones anymore then he’d finally be able to breathe easy.
“Dylan Wade,” Cash said, lifting his beer to his lips.
Interest flickered in her eyes.
Honest-to-God interest.
“Dylan Wade. That’s your threesome buddy?”
“Yep.”
“Is he hot?”
“Women seem to think so.” He shot her a pointed look. “The one we hooked up with yesterday wasn’t complaining.”
Jen’s eyebrows soared. “Yesterday? You had a threesome yesterday ?”
Relief trickled through him. Good. Now she would view him as some huge whore, back off, and nobody would get drowned courtesy of Carson Scott.
“Was it good?”
For the love of…
He whirled his gaze to her, bewildered by the equal parts curiosity and arousal shining in those blue eyes. “It doesn’t piss you off that I was with another woman yesterday?”
“Why should it? We didn’t vow our undying love to each other before we parted ways at the bar. A man has needs, right?”
He ignored the throbbing of his cock. Yeah, a man had needs, all right.
“Anyway, was the threesome good? Did she like it?”
Cash let out a strangled groan. “Yes, she liked it. She loved it. So did Dylan. So did I—” Except for that one moment when he’d been fantasizing about Jen, but he kept that tidbit to himself. “We all had a great time, orgasms all around, and then I bid them adieu and left.”
There was a beat of silence.
“How long are you going to hold out on me?” Jen asked with a little sigh.
He scowled at her. “Forever.”
“Forever’s a long time.”
“Yup.”
Rolling her eyes, she set down her beer and
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