Ken shrugged, his brow furrowed, probably pondering the situation and calculating every probability. “Maybe... I don’t know. Calculus and coding are easy, but this?”
“I get it, but you have to realize we can’t keep going as we have been. This day was coming, and frankly, I think this is the best outcome. Trisha isn’t dumb, and who gets us better than she does?”
Tommy ran his hand down his bare chest, attempting to settle his thumping heart. Ken’s face looked the same way it had the day their Kindergarten class’s pet, a white rabbit named Buzz, keeled over in the middle of story time. The answer seemed clear to Tommy. The three of them together forever was the only way to go, but he couldn’t rush Ken for fear of spooking him.
Heaving a dense breath, Ken closed his eyes. “Tommy.”
“Yes,” Tommy held his breath. Please say yes!
“There will be rules.”
Holy shit! Was that a yes? A tsunami of excitement rippled over Tommy, and he tittered with eager anticipation.
Ken frowned, furrowing his brow and growling through clenched teeth. “The first of which being you are not allowed to look at me like that. Further, you are to touch me as little as possible during this…process.”
“Process?” Tommy laughed right in Ken’s face. They weren’t conducting a chemistry experiment.
“What would you have me call it? A three-way, or maybe a gangbang?” Ken folded his arms in front of him.
“How about a shared lovemaking session? Let’s be smart about this.”
“Excuse me?” Ken arched an eyebrow. “You are cautioning me to be smart?”
Tommy gulped, taking another step backward, ensuring he was out of Ken’s kicking radius. “Dude, calm down.”
“Well, do tell me what you mean.”
“What do you think will happen if we go in there at each other’s throats or trying to compete?” Tommy kept his voice steady and his tone serious.
The dawn of realization shone in Ken’s face. “Yikes! Yeah, that would not go over well.”
Tommy’s eyebrows lifted and a slight smile twisted his lips. “So, let’s work together to give her the night of her life. Come on, Ken. In what universe can the two of us teaming up become a bad thing?”
Ken sighed. “Spoken like a truly self-indulgent and delusional jackass.”
Tommy grinned as he shrugged. “We all have our strengths. Now bring your ass and let’s do this!”
“Fuck! Could you be any cruder?” Ken kicked him in the Achilles.
“Ouch!” Tommy jerked his knee, lifting his leg. “And yes, I’m sure I could if I tried.”
“Dumbass!”
Tommy stopped short, and Ken nearly bumped into him. “Kill that noise—no feuding!”
Ken whistled through his teeth. “Right.”
Chapter Seven
7:12 p.m.
TRISHA squirmed in the tub, propping her head on her pulled up knees again. The boys had been gone for what seemed like an eternity. Are they going to turn me down?I’m fucking dying here! How long were they going to talk this over, and what was that loud bang against the wall? They had better not be fighting! There was no time for that kind of nonsense. A damn hurricane was just off the coast, and if all the Chicken Littles could be believed, tonight could be their last. Those two better not squander our only chance to be together.
The squeaking of door hinges snapped Trisha to attention, and a smile pulled the sides of her mouth up toward her cheeks. Her boys had returned, and neither of them looked as if they were there to bow out. Hot damn!
“So...” Trisha smiled at them, lifting one shoulder seductively before bringing a cupped handful of water up to her chest, slowly releasing the warm liquid over her breasts while stretching her legs out. The droplets beaded over her skin before succumbing to gravity’s pull. Tommy stared at her body while rubbing his chest. The bulge in Ken’s pants had morphed into a pointer “Don’t be shy. I believe you two owe me two pairs of underwear.”
Ken’s face reddened to his ears. How cute! His puffy and kissable lips perfectly complemented his nose. Trisha’s breasts heaved as the exhilaration set off butterfly flutters in her tummy. She couldn’t wait to peel back all of Ken’s cautious, bashful layers to get to the ooey-gooey sweetness hidden deep inside his heart.
Tommy shed his underwear post-haste, even going so far as to twirl around to make sure she saw his backside too. Firm but squeezable, his two pert lobes of flesh engorged her nipples into tight buds. As he came full circle, Tommy swung his head, allowing his blond locks to flip back toward his shoulder while he grinned. He put most of his weight on his left leg, tilting his pelvis slightly to bring his massive cock right in front of her field of vision. Son-of-a-bitch! No wonder he always had so much confidence—the man’s carrying a concealed weapon in his pants.
She glanced at Ken, absently fanning herself with her hand as she nodded toward his boxer briefs. He hesitated, blushing as he looked away. Giving him no quarter, she lifted a finger and waved the digit in a downward motion. Ken didn’t bulge but Tommy slipped behind him, hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his friend’s briefs and yanking them down with a quick tug. Ken stiffened but didn’t resist. Trisha wriggled around in the water, tired of being alone. Her cunt ached with desire. Something about the casual intimacy between Ken and Tommy turned her on. She watched with bated breath as Tommy knelt and slid Ken’s underwear down to his ankles before helping him step out of them. As Tommy stood upright while twirling Ken’s underpants with one hand, she exhaled the breath stuck in her throat.
Trisha’s cheeks burned. “Nice!” She lifted her eyebrows, nodding toward Ken’s endowment. Long and sleek, Ken’s
