“You’d be our girl after all,” smiled Bryce. “We already care about you. We’d need you to open up at least a little more, when it came to your past.”
My past. It was part of the deal, apparently.
“Speaking of the past…” said Camden, “we need to tell you something else.”
“What?”
“Full disclosure, we’ve done this before.”
They held off, waiting for my reaction. I didn’t have much of one.
“I know,” I nodded slowly. “I figured, anyway.”
Roderick glanced at the others before turning back to me. “We’ve… dated the same girl in the past. Kept her as a girlfriend, and then—”
“Listen,” I said, shushing him with a finger. “It’s okay. You don’t need to explain. I don’t need to know.”
The guys looked to each other, all three of them exchanging the same glances. It was cute in its own way. But it was also something else.
“My past is my past, right?” I asked.
“Yes,” said Bryce immediately. “Of course.”
“Then yours is yours,” I shrugged. “What’s the harm in leaving the past behind us? Especially if we plan to move on?”
Bryce smiled a little. Camden nodded.
“You do intend to move on, right?”
“Of course,” answered Roderick immediately. He was holding my hand now. My finger was still extended as he lowered it between us.
“Then it doesn’t matter,” I said. “Really.”
On a whim I stood on my toes and kissed him. The kiss was slow. Soft. Sensual. Perhaps made even more so, by the others watching.
This is CRAZY, Karissa.
“In time maybe we’ll share,” I murmured, “like I said before. But for now?”
The others had closed in, forming a semi-circle. I slid a hand behind Camden’s head and kissed him too.
Totally batshit crazy.
“For now we enjoy what we have,” I said softly. “Most people never do, you know. They harp on the past or prepare for the future, but they never stop to consider what’s right… in… front of them…”
Sliding in Bryce, I melted against his body. His lips crushed mine and I gasped into his mouth.
Three boyfriends…
His tongue penetrated my mouth, exploring it hotly. A pair of hands settled over my hips. A rogue palm slid behind me, cupping my ass.
Holy fucking shit.
“Well?”
Roderick breathed the word into my ear, just as I broke my kiss with Bryce. I was standing between them, full-lipped and breathless. My mind spinning with a beautiful myriad of open-ended thoughts.
“Well what?”
“What do you think of our offer?” chuckled Camden.
The stars stretched out overhead, amplifying the silence as my eyes flitted to each of theirs in turn. I saw affection. Longing. Lust. Maybe even… something more.
A decision was made, internally. It happened without me even knowing it.
My God, Karissa. For real?
Behind me, the ocean waves crashed listlessly against the sandy beach.
“I think you should take me home and make me your girlfriend,” I said with a breathless grin.
Thirty
KARISSA
The ride home was dreamlike, even surrealistic. A steamy montage of kissing and touching, of being held and cuddled and sandwiched between two warm, mostly naked bodies…
Is this really your life now?
So far it was. On one side I had Camden, kissing me roughly. The two of us making out desperately in the soft, buttery world of the back seat, shrouded mostly by the dark of night.
Ohhhh…
And on the other side Roderick, kissing my neck. His beard felt delicately soft as his mouth worked against my hot skin, my body arching as he ran his palm down the front of my dress to cup one full, swollen breast.
Two hot mouths. Four eager hands. They roamed slowly, moving anywhere they wanted, and my body curved to meet them.
The guys had drawn straws before getting into the car. When my brows crossed, they laughed.
“It’s to see which poor bastard has to drive.”
Bryce lost. He was very unhappy about it. I got into the backseat, and the others slid in along either side of me. Halfway home, I could see why.
Poor baby.
Right now Bryce was driving us home as fast as he dared. He risked a glance in the rear-view mirror, just as Camden’s hand slid my dress higher up on my thigh. Our eyes met, and I winked at him lustily. As his gaze dropped back to my bare thighs, I spread my legs to give him a better view.
This is slutty, Karissa.
No, no it wasn’t. Not anymore. Because these were my boyfriends now. I could have sex with any one of them, whenever I wanted.
Or all three at once, apparently.
I jumped as a finger brushed my clit. By this point my beautiful dress was more of a belt. The red silk thong I’d put on to match was being tugged to one side, and not even by the guy who was about to finger me.
Oddly enough, it was that part that turned me on most of all: the realization that future lovemaking would require a team effort. The idea that my body would be theirs for the taking, and at any moment that could involve two or even all three of the guys, when I wasn’t spreading my legs for them one-on-one.
You’re going to be a busy girl.
The idea of it made my heart jump into my throat. In a good way, though.
A very busy girl.
It was a challenge I decided I was up for. My libido had always been overactive, even if it had been dormant for the last year or so. I considered my sex life to be like a hibernating bear. It slept, it slumbered, but now it had finally woken up.
And it was ready to eat everything in sight.
“This…”
The word was whispered huskily into my ear by Camden. He had two outer fingers gliding up and down through my glistening folds, while dipping his middle finger inside me.
“This is ours now,” he finished.
Roderick had one hand on the inside of my opposite thigh. He was kissing my shoulder. Playing with my hair…
“We’re going to take it whenever we want. Understood?”
The finger inside me plunged deeper. I bit my lip and nodded.
“Say it, Karissa.”
“Yes.”
“Say the
