open arms. They’d accepted her right away, making her more than just a friend of a friend.
Every time Morgan witnessed the interplay between the partners, her mind had spun with possibilities. That didn’t mean she had to say so. “Isn’t it one of the cardinal rules of wishing—if you tell, it won’t come true?”
“Come on, you don’t believe that nonsense do you?” Kate joked but persisted with a wiggle of her brows. “Fess up. You’ve wondered what it would be like to have them in your bed. At the very minimum, you’re burning up the sheets with Joe in your dreams.”
“Okay, fine. How could any woman resist? They’re buff, hardworking, playful, sexy as sin and sweet.
I’ve got it bad for Joe. So damn bad. Like, worse than our Bon Jovi lust in high school bad. He’s strong but gentle. I could talk to him for days. He’s always surprising me with little things that make my day. And the way he fills out those ripped jeans has me thinking I’m going into cardiac arrest every time he bends over.
But the rest of the crew isn’t far behind. Hell I’m so distracted, I’ve burnt more cookies since they’ve come around than in all the rest of my life.”
“About time you admitted it.”
Morgan’s heart froze at the deep rumble over her shoulder. It kicked in triple time when a broad hand settled on the side of her neck. She jerked from the retro-dinette chair she and Joe had salvaged and restored last weekend.
The sneaky bastard caught the vinyl-covered seat, saving it from crashing to the floor. Would he do the same for her if her jellied knees gave out?
“You set me up.” She gaped at Kate, betrayal and humiliation burning her cheeks.
“No, I’m sorry.” Her best friend stood, reaching out, but Morgan scooted further into the corner to avoid her seeking grasp. “I didn’t know he was there. I swear.”
“I came through the kitchen. Left my boots out back so I wouldn’t track mud all over the place.” Joe waved toward his socks. His grin turned feral. “But I won’t pretend to be sorry about what I heard. You want me. Bad.”
“Jerk!”
“Maybe. But only because I’ve let this shit go on too long.” He scrubbed his hands over his eyes.
“You’re so skittish. I planned to take things slow. I thought if I didn’t pressure you, you’d get comfortable with me. With the guys. I didn’t want to chance things. Didn’t want you to run.”
“Tell him why, Morgan.” Kate’s soft advice rankled. “Tell him about—”
“Hell, no. Not now. Not after this.” Morgan’s hands flailed in the air. Her glare whipped between her best friend and the stud she’d made a fool of herself over.
8
“Kate, maybe it’d be best if you did a little sharing of your own.”
Joe had never used that stern tone in Morgan’s presence before. She hated how it dampened her panties when she wanted nothing more than to escape. It wasn’t as if she could take back her declaration.
Upstairs, she could lick her wounds. Maybe in a year or five she could show her face around her friends again.
“I…” The other woman attempted to speak but had to clear her throat and start over. Twice.
Her hesitation glued Morgan’s sneakers to the floor.
“You have nothing to be ashamed of, Kate. Neither of you do.” Joe stroked her friend’s hair.
Morgan had to swallow the acrid burn of envy.
Kate nodded. “When Mike and I first started dating, I told him about a fantasy of mine. I wondered what it would be like to have more than one man as a lover. At the same time. The crew granted my wish.
They shared themselves with me. And Mike.”
Holy crap. Had Morgan heard that right? “You mean…”
“Yeah, cupcake. The six of us had a smoking affair. One hell of a pool party.” Joe’s gorgeous green eyes went glassy as he remembered. “I’m not going to lie, the crew has messed around before. With other ladies…and sometimes by ourselves.”
The proud set of his jaw, as if he
Every time Morgan witnessed the interplay between the partners, her mind had spun with possibilities. That didn’t mean she had to say so. “Isn’t it one of the cardinal rules of wishing—if you tell, it won’t come true?”
“Come on, you don’t believe that nonsense do you?” Kate joked but persisted with a wiggle of her brows. “Fess up. You’ve wondered what it would be like to have them in your bed. At the very minimum, you’re burning up the sheets with Joe in your dreams.”
“Okay, fine. How could any woman resist? They’re buff, hardworking, playful, sexy as sin and sweet.
I’ve got it bad for Joe. So damn bad. Like, worse than our Bon Jovi lust in high school bad. He’s strong but gentle. I could talk to him for days. He’s always surprising me with little things that make my day. And the way he fills out those ripped jeans has me thinking I’m going into cardiac arrest every time he bends over.
But the rest of the crew isn’t far behind. Hell I’m so distracted, I’ve burnt more cookies since they’ve come around than in all the rest of my life.”
“About time you admitted it.”
Morgan’s heart froze at the deep rumble over her shoulder. It kicked in triple time when a broad hand settled on the side of her neck. She jerked from the retro-dinette chair she and Joe had salvaged and restored last weekend.
The sneaky bastard caught the vinyl-covered seat, saving it from crashing to the floor. Would he do the same for her if her jellied knees gave out?
“You set me up.” She gaped at Kate, betrayal and humiliation burning her cheeks.
“No, I’m sorry.” Her best friend stood, reaching out, but Morgan scooted further into the corner to avoid her seeking grasp. “I didn’t know he was there. I swear.”
“I came through the kitchen. Left my boots out back so I wouldn’t track mud all over the place.” Joe waved toward his socks. His grin turned feral. “But I won’t pretend to be sorry about what I heard. You want me. Bad.”
“Jerk!”
“Maybe. But only because I’ve let this shit go on too long.” He scrubbed his hands over his eyes.
“You’re so skittish. I planned to take things slow. I thought if I didn’t pressure you, you’d get comfortable with me. With the guys. I didn’t want to chance things. Didn’t want you to run.”
“Tell him why, Morgan.” Kate’s soft advice rankled. “Tell him about—”
“Hell, no. Not now. Not after this.” Morgan’s hands flailed in the air. Her glare whipped between her best friend and the stud she’d made a fool of herself over.
8
“Kate, maybe it’d be best if you did a little sharing of your own.”
Joe had never used that stern tone in Morgan’s presence before. She hated how it dampened her panties when she wanted nothing more than to escape. It wasn’t as if she could take back her declaration.
Upstairs, she could lick her wounds. Maybe in a year or five she could show her face around her friends again.
“I…” The other woman attempted to speak but had to clear her throat and start over. Twice.
Her hesitation glued Morgan’s sneakers to the floor.
“You have nothing to be ashamed of, Kate. Neither of you do.” Joe stroked her friend’s hair.
Morgan had to swallow the acrid burn of envy.
Kate nodded. “When Mike and I first started dating, I told him about a fantasy of mine. I wondered what it would be like to have more than one man as a lover. At the same time. The crew granted my wish.
They shared themselves with me. And Mike.”
Holy crap. Had Morgan heard that right? “You mean…”
“Yeah, cupcake. The six of us had a smoking affair. One hell of a pool party.” Joe’s gorgeous green eyes went glassy as he remembered. “I’m not going to lie, the crew has messed around before. With other ladies…and sometimes by ourselves.”
The proud set of his jaw, as if he
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