“You’re so fucking beautiful, Callie.” I’m overwhelmed by the combination of pleasure and pure, unadulterated longing to have this last longer than a weekend. It’s cast in stark relief by the fear that I’ll lose her the second I go back to Mexico. The fear bleeds into my fucking, and I thrust harder, as if somehow I can imprint myself deep inside her if I fuck her enough.
“Mason,” she breathes, then repeats my name, this time on a scream as her back arches with her orgasm. I let loose with a groan, shooting deep, then slipping out to obey the compulsion to see myself spilling out of her.
I feel her eyes on me and glance up, then laugh at the taunting smirk on her face.
“Do you have any other fetishes I should know about or is it just that?” she asks.
My eyebrows shoot up at the suggestion and I lie down to face her, ready to argue, but ultimately surrendering with a shrug. “You got me. I guess I can’t really deny I have a bit of a cream pie fetish. If it bothers you, I’ll stop.”
“No. It’s kind of hot, honestly. Cream pie, huh? I guess there’s a name for everything. What would you call the thing you did with your friend and his wife?”
“Ménage? Or do you mean more specifically?” She nods, and I say, “Double penetration, I guess. Double-vaginal, specifically.”
“There’s another kind?” she asks. I just lift an eyebrow at the question, and a second later her eyes widen and her mouth makes a sweet “O” as she grasps the possibilities. “Right. Anal. I must sound like a complete newbie. My ex and I weren’t exactly adventurous, unless you count the time he actually came to LA to see me.”
I frown. “The time . . .? Are you telling me, in all the time you lived in LA, he came to visit you one time? Jesus, what a fucking asshole.” It truly boggles my mind that any man could be so dismissive of her in a relationship. She’s perfect in every way.
“Well, I was a bit busy anyway. Needless to say, I am not up on the lingo for anything that doesn’t involve neuroendoscopies or translabyrinthine craniotomies.” At my confused blinking, she adds, “Brain stuff.”
“Ah. Well, if there’s anything you want to try . . . butt stuff, for example . . . all you have to do is ask.” I give her a salacious grin, but rather than freak out, she gets a thoughtful look.
“Maybe. I’m game to try anything at least once. The double-vaginal thing, though . . . that just sounds very complicated.”
“It wasn’t that tricky. I guess I was comfortable enough with Rafael to keep it from being weird.”
She frowns, her pretty mouth turned down in a thoughtful curve that I’m learning is her tell for some potentially deep thinking. When it twitches at the corner, I know she’s about to share whatever wacky thought is going through her head.
“Would you have stayed with them if they hadn’t been killed? In a relationship, I mean.”
I wince, but at least she doesn’t dissolve into apologies this time. I love her questions, even though the topics are difficult.
“Yes and no. They didn’t really have room for me in the way you’re suggesting. I loved them as friends—nothing more. But yeah, I planned to stay for Zoe once I was done with my assignment. Not that I didn’t trust them to be great parents; I just wanted to make sure she knew me. Knew she had a protector, even if she only called me Uncle Mason.”
She nods, but I sense more questions. I slide my arm beneath the pillow, bunching it up to rest my head on. “Spit it out. No question is too weird, I promise.”
“Ah, it’s okay if you can’t answer. I’m just wondering how it works in relationships like that. I barely had time to be in one with one guy. I can’t imagine two. But I guess that’s a thing. Throuples. And you were just so close, I was curious. Mostly about how the sex works, I admit, but the whole love thing too.”
I laugh out loud this time. “Yeah, throuples are definitely a thing. But you’d have to ask my brother if you want actual answers. He’s part of one. Though I think it’s different for him, since he’s into both his partners. I think you might have met them too—Leo and Celeste. I know they were there that day I was brought in.”
“I remember them,” she says. “Maddox introduced me when they visited your mom last week. I had no idea they were together. Wow.”
“Please tell me this isn’t a thing you want. There’s not another guy lurking in the wings who wants to share you with me, is there?”
“Oh god, no. I think your rock star dick is more than enough.” Her brows furrow and she adds, “But you would do it if I wanted, wouldn’t you?”
I open my mouth to admit that I’d do pretty much anything if it made her happy, but then think better of it. Too fucking soon. Instead I shrug and say, “I’d try anything once, I guess.”
“Well, I’m game for adventures with you, but that’s one I’m fine skipping.”
“Thank fuck,” I say, eliciting a laugh from her and a coy look over her shoulder as she slips out of bed. She opens the blinds and the room floods with sunlight so bright I have to shade my eyes. “Jesus. Did someone turn the sun up to eleven?”
“It’s the snow. It reflects more light so the whole world seems brighter the day after. My god, what a beautiful day. It seems like a shame to stay in bed. Want to go have some adventures?”
Blinking, I climb out of bed and pad over to the window to see what she’s talking about. Beyond the frosted glass, the world is completely white, like it’s all been covered in a fluffy cotton blanket. It’s stunning. I can’t do anything but
