“That’s ridiculous.”
“Is it?”
“Yeah.”
“Maybe you’d like to see what he has.”
“I’ve seen it, Rhys.”
He narrows his eyes. “I thought you haven’t done anything.”
“We haven’t, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t seen it.”
“Well maybe you’d like to see how he uses it. You want to hear Jill moan with pleasure as he digs her out. You’d like to watch as she writhes with pleasure because of his tongue between her legs. Am I right?”
“No, you’re a kinky son of a bitch though.”
“I already know that.”
“I’m not doing anything with Jill, and I’m definitely not fucking you in front of Flynn.” I grin. “In fact, I’m not fucking you at all.”
“Not tonight maybe, but you will. It’s just a matter of time.”
I shake my head. “Arrogant.”
“You like it.”
“Yeah, I do.”
Rhys laughs as Flynn and Jill come back carrying a tray of drinks. When I see the bottle of Patron, I know the night’s about to get crazier than expected.
“What’s funny?” Jill asks.
“I was just talking a little shit,” Rhys offers. He lifts the bottle of Patron. “Shots?”
“I wanted some,” Jill offers.
“Okay then,” Rhys says.
“I’ll pour,” Flynn says, taking the bottle from Rhys.
I wonder what he would say if he knew what Rhys wanted. Would he fuck Jill right in front of me? And if he did, how would I react? Would I be jealous? Turned on? Both? I’m not sure.
“Here you go, Brooklyn,” Jill says, handing me a shot and a lime. I take it and smile, making eye contact with Flynn. He nods as we all drink back our shots and suck the limes.
“The first shot always burns,” Jill says, giggling.
“It does,” Flynn agrees, gazing into her eyes, and moving so close I think he might kiss her.
“Pour another,” I say, verbally breaking it up.
Flynn grins at me and refills our glasses. Several shots later, we’re all leaning back on the couch, feeling the effects of the alcohol. Rhys rubs my thigh and Jill plays with Flynn’s hair. A moment later, Rhys reaches across me and takes Jill’s free hand and puts it down on my thigh. I just laugh.
“He wants us to make out,” I murmur, hazy from too much tequila.
“You want to?” she asks. “I’m down.”
Rhys sits up. “Fuck yeah.”
“Flynn?” Jill asks. “Do you want to see me and Brooklyn kiss?”
Flynn’s eyes shoot across the couch to mine. “Why not.”
Jill turns to me and puts her hand on the back of my neck. “Ready?”
“Sure.” She leans close and as our lips touch, I hear a low moan escape Rhys’s lips. Opening my eyes as we kiss, I focus on Flynn’s reaction. He looks pissed. Crazy pissed. His reaction only turns me on knowing he’s even jealous of a woman. I feel Rhys’s hand on my back, encouraging me so I move closer to Jill, moving my hand up her smooth thighs. Her hand roams down my chest, cupping my breasts.
It feels pretty good actually, and that’s why it needs to stop. Moving away from Jill,
before this goes any further, I lean back against the couch. “Happy?”
“You’re so fucking sexy,” Rhys murmurs. As his lips come down on mine, I see Flynn grab Jill and kiss her, but he doesn’t take his eyes off of me. I watch as his hand moves between her legs and with one move, he rips her panties off. She gasps, then smiles and tugs her skirt up. Oh fuck. This is gonna happen. I’m gonna watch Flynn fuck my friend right in front of me. My attention shifts to Rhys as he moves down my neck. Shit. I’m not ready for this with him, but I can’t just sit here doing nothing while Flynn fucks Jill.
The next thing I know, Flynn has his dick out and Jill is swallowing it. I look at Rhys, who pauses to watch. He looks back up at me.
“What do you want to do?”
“Fuck me. Now.”
Rhys grins. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Hiking up my dress, I keep my eyes on Flynn as Rhys enters me. I moan loudly to get his attention, acting like I like it much more than I do. I’m not surprised when Flynn flips Jill over and enters her, pounding her hard against the couch. While he fucks her and Rhys fucks me, Flynn and I keep ours eyes locked. This is wrong. This is not how we should treat each other. This is not how we should treat other people.
“You want to fuck her?” Rhys asks Flynn as he moves deep within me. “I know you do.”
Flynn shakes his head. “No.”
“Mmm, you sure?” He rubs my clit. “It sure is nice. She feels good, man. Warm, soft, so fucking good.” Rhys looks down at me, brushing his thumb over my chin. “You want Flynn to come over and fuck you? You want his cock inside of you? Just say it, Brooklyn. We all know. Admit it.”
Closing my eyes, I shake my head. “No,” I whisper, knowing it’s a lie.
“You’re missing out, Flynn. You could take my place and we can blame it on too much alcohol in the morning. This is your only chance.”
“Open your mouth, Brooks,” Flynn says, appearing next to me. He shoves his cock in my mouth and I suck hard, not caring that he was just inside my friend. God, how I’ve wanted this. For so long. Forever, maybe.
He grips my throat as he fucks my face and Rhys fucks my pussy. Oh this is heaven. The only way it could be better is if everyone else left.
I gasp as Rhys pulls out and Flynn replaces him. Every dream I’ve ever had just came true. Oh fuck. Oh yes. Oh Flynn. Flynn.
“I’m here, Brooks.”
I open my eyes to the sound of Flynn’s voice above me. He’s shirtless and smiling, brushing the hair off of my forehead. I try to sit up, but pause when the headache makes its presence known.
“What the fuck happened last night?”
“You passed out from too much Patron.”
“Oh. Is that all?”
“Pretty much. Why? Were you having a dream? You kept saying my name.”
I look down at my nude body and pull the blanket up to cover myself. “What happened before I passed out?”
Flynn chuckles. “A lot of shit talking. A lot of shots. You kissed Jill.”
I wrinkle my nose. “Did I do anything else? With Jill or Rhys?”
“Anything like what?”
“Why am I naked?”
“Oh, you did a little strip tease for us. You and Patron.”
“Shit. Why didn’t you stop me?”
“That’s Rhys’s job now, and he was enjoying the show too much. He suggested you and Jill make out, so you kissed her once, but then you just laughed and said you didn’t like pussy.”
“Oh God. I said that in front of Jill?”
“Yep, she looked disappointed to be honest.”
“Fuck.” I look back at him. “Fuck.” I rub my forehead. “It just seemed so real.”
“What did?”
“There was no sex or blow jobs?”
“Uh, no. That must’ve been some kind of dream. What happened?”
“Jill was giving you a blow job in front of me and then Rhys, and I and then you and…” I look up. “Didn’t happen?”
“Nah, baby. Sorry to disappoint you. We drank a lot and talked a lot of shit. Then you stood up and started dancing. Jill joined you, but stopped when you actually started taking your dress off.”
“Rhys did nothing?”
“He said we’re all friends here.”
“I see.”
“Then you just stopped. Slumped on the couch and started snoring. Jill put a blanket on you, and Rhys and I picked you up and carried you in here. He said he’d call today.”
“And Jill?”
“Fell asleep on the couch and left about an hour ago.”
“So I basically made a fool of myself in front of everyone?”
“It was pretty sexy actually.”
“I don’t remember any
of it after the third shot. I sort of remember kissing Jill, but… nothing else.”
“I guess not. You thought we had group sex on the couch?”
“Yeah. Rhys has been planting this shit in my head. He thought it would be hot if we all got it on.”
“It would be hot.” He cups my chin. “But it didn’t happen.”
“That’s probably a good thing.”
“So did you and I get it on?”
I shake my head, refusing to answer. That’s when I realize Flynn is only wearing his boxers. “Did you stay with me?”
“I slept in here with you to make sure you were okay and didn’t throw up again.”
“Yeah.” I look around. “Did I?”
“Nope. Handled it like a pro.” He tilts his head. “You gonna answer me?”
“Nope.”
Laughing, he kisses my forehead. “Take a shower. I’ll make breakfast. Want some eggs?”
My stomach turns. “Just coffee.”
“Got it.”
“Thanks.”
“Any time.”
“No, I mean for everything. I’m glad you were looking out for me.”
“Always.” He climbs out of bed. “I am a little sad we didn’t have an orgy though. Sounds fun.”
I laugh. “So you and Jill?”
He shakes his head. “She’s sweet, but it’s just not there for me. I didn’t want, you know, to just use her. She’s too nice for that.”
I nod, pulling the blanket around me. It’s not lost on me that I’m happy he didn’t have sex with her. “I’ll go shower.”
“Coffee will be waiting.”
After my shower, I throw on a tank top and my yoga pants and shuffle to the kitchen for ibuprofen and coffee. I feel like shit. Flynn is sitting at the table reading the paper. He looks up and smiles.
“There she is.”
“I feel like ass.”
“I bet.”
I pour my coffee and guzzle down two pills for the headache. “Do I owe anyone an apology?”
Flynn smiles. “Maybe Rhys for not fulfilling his fantasy, but other than that, no.”
“Good to know.”
“You know, he’s not a bad guy. I mean, I would’ve handled the situation differently, but he could have taken advantage and he didn’t.”
“I’m surprised, honestly. He’s so dirty I figured he’d try.”
“Nope. Maybe because I was here.”
“Maybe.” I sip my coffee. “So how would you have handled me if I was your girl?”
Flynn puts the paper down. “I wouldn’t let you strip in front of another man. I would never want anyone to see your body but me. I definitely wouldn’t encourage you to kiss a woman in front of me, hot as that is.”
“Why not?”
“For one thing, I’ve already done the threesome thing. It’s fun, but not something you do with someone you love.” Flynn’s mouth falls open for a moment. “I mean you know if we were in love.”
“Rhys and I are definitely not in love.”
He nods and lifts his coffee cup to his lips for a sip. “Anyway, if you and I were a couple, I would keep you all to myself.”
“You were jealous. We couldn’t take our eyes off of each other even though we were fucking other people.” I smile. “It was actually pretty hot, but I knew in my head it was wrong.”
“Which part?”
I look down into my mug wondering if I should answer. “Truthfully?”
“Yeah.”
“It felt wrong that we were using other people to hurt each other.”
He nods. “Having sex with other people was hurtful to each other?”
“Yeah.” I swish my coffee around. “Then Rhys taunted you to come and fuck me.”
“And I did?”
I look up and lock eyes with him. “Yeah. Well, first you…” I swallow hard at the memory. “You shoved your dick in my mouth. You were rough and demanding. Then you replaced Rhys.”
“Fuck that’s hot,” he murmurs, shifting in his seat. “What did Rhys do after that?”
“I don’t know. All of a sudden, it was just me and you. Jill and Rhys disappeared.”
Flynn leans close to my face. “If you were my mine, I would never let someone else fuck you. Never.”
“I’m glad I passed out. I’m sure it would’ve been fun in the moment, but the aftermath would be brutal. I’d be upset today.”
“Me too.” Flynn reaches out and touches my hand. Lifting it to his mouth, he kisses it. “Couldn’t go back from that.”
I sip my coffee, reflecting for a moment on his words. “So are you rough and demanding in real life or sweet and tender?”
Flynn grins at me. “What do you think?”
“Rough.” I barely get the word out.
“You’d be right about that.”
I nod, feeling warmth spread through my lower body. “So you’ve had a threesome before?”
He laughs. “A couple of times.”
“Was it hot?”
“Yeah, definitely, but I didn’t care about the women. They were just chicks I picked up.”
“What’s your favorite part?”
“I like watching them go at each other. There’s something so hot about seeing a girl eat another girl out.” I squirm in my seat as he continues. “But the best part is the double blow job.”
“Double blow job?”
“Yeah, when they both suck me at the same time. It’s an incredible feeling.”
“I imagine it is. How do you keep them both occupied?”
“You want me to tell you?”
“Yeah, I’m truly interested.”
“One on the dick and one on my face.”
“Ah, gotcha.” I laugh. “I just got a visual on that.”
“Was it good?”
I gaze into his eyes as I imagine riding his face and that magnificent cock between his legs. “Yeah, it was good, but I bet I’d be greedy and shove her off of you.”
“I like greedy.”
“I’d sit on your face and suck your dick at the same time, and you wouldn’t need a second woman to entertain you.”
Flynn grins, rubbing his crotch. “We should change the subject.”
“Or you could jack off for me again.”
“I can’t. Last time I didn’t know you were watching.”
“You can’t possibly be shy with that thing between your legs.”
“I’m not shy, Brooks.” He runs his finger under my chin. “But this time, I’d lay you out on the table and deal with the consequences later.”
I smile at his admission. “Maybe I’ll dream of that next.”
“Don’t tell me if you do. It’s hard enough to walk away from you sometimes.” He sits back in his chair. “I look at you. Your body is so sexy, and sometimes I think we should just fuck. I know it would be amazing.”
“But you worry about losing our friendship and ruining things. I know.”
“It’s more than that.” He looks down then back up. “Brooklyn, what if… nothing.” He shakes his head. “I’m being stupid.”
“What?”
He stands and smiles, tousling my hair with his hand. “I gotta get ready to go out. I’ll see you later.” He walks away leaving me bewildered.
What the fuck just happened?
Heading to my room, I shake my head. I can’t tell her the things I’m thinking. It would change everything.
After a few minutes, Brooklyn bursts into my bedroom. I should’ve known she wouldn’t leave it alone.
“Say what’s on your mind, Flynn,” she demands. “We don’t keep things from each other. We never have.”
I look back at her with a pained expression. “Let it go, Brooks. It doesn’t matter.”
“It does matter. You’re afraid of screwing up our friendship. What else? What else are you afraid of, Flynn?” I pull my t-shirt over my head ignoring her. “Answer me!”
“Fine. You know what I’m afraid of?” I pull her into my arms, causing
her to gasp, as I search her eyes.
“Tell me,” she whispers.
“I’m afraid of…” I’ll just fucking say it. “Falling for you, Brooklyn. I’m scared to fall in love. Then what the fuck would we do?”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know how to love someone. You don’t either. We’d destroy each other like we destroy everyone.”
“Oh, Flynn,” she says, running her fingers through my hair. “You do know how to love. You love me now.”
“Not like that. You know what I mean. Right now, the way we are is perfect. You’re the best thing in my life, Brooks. I’m terrified of waking up one day and not having you.”
She nods. “I understand.”
“Do you?”
“Yeah. It scares me.”
I cup her face, gazing into her eyes. It would be so easy to kiss her right now. So easy to pull her into my bed and make love to her. So easy to tell her…
“What?” she asks. “You okay?”
“Yeah. I do love you, Brooklyn. You’re my best friend, and I’m tempted all the time. I see beyond the sexy badass. I know what an amazing person you really are, and I know that you accept me as I am. Flaws and all.” She nods as I continue. “I want your happiness more than my own. You know that, right?”
“I do.”
“That’s why I resist you. I’m not good enough for you. Not for romance. I’m not ready to be with just one woman, even if she’s you. I have some more growing up to do.”
She nods as her eyes fill with tears, completely taking me aback. Brooklyn rarely shows any emotion, even in front of me.
“Brooks,” I whisper. “Babe…”
“It’s okay.” She smiles. “I’m fine.” She wipes her eyes. “I just want you to recognize what an amazing person you are and know that you’d be great for any woman you chose to love. I believe that. When you’re ready, the right woman for you will appear, and you’ll be great for her.”
I brush her tears away with my thumb. “I hope you’re right.”
“I am. I’m right about everything.”
We both laugh as I pull her close. I just hope when I’m ready, she is too.
Opening the door to the restaurant, I walk inside to see Melissa wiping down the hostess stand. She looks up and smiles.
“Morning, Chef.”
“Morning. What time is the group coming for brunch?”
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