“I know the recent him quite well.” Eden patted her other boyfriend’s arm. “He’ll get over it once he gets what he wants.”
“And what’s that, love?”
She shrugged. “Me. Maybe you. Guess we’ll see.”
“What are you two yammering about?”
Eden joined Benson in the kitchen, where he presented her with a shot of tequila. She motioned to the salt in its ceramic container on his counter. He took the hint. “You.”
She removed her coat and tossed it onto the island counter. Short of Benson throwing her out that night, she wasn’t going anywhere. So, she made herself comfortable.Slippers? Check. No coat? Check.Eden accepted the shot glass when Benson had applied some salt to the rim.
“That’s how it is, huh?” Liam accepted the third shot, no salt. “No other pretense?”
“Boys.” Eden stepped between them. “Behave yourselves. There’s a lady present.”
This was normally the time for one of Liam’s quips – probablyyou’re no lady, love –said with the good-natured humor of a man who didn’t take things too seriously, but he was silent. Eden imagined him staring at Benson from over her head. So, shetossed her hair back, sure to smack Liam in the face. It also gave Benson a great view of the keyhole in her dress.
“It’s hospitality,” Benson declared, before tossing the shot of tequila down his gullet.
“Fantastic.” Liam gasped and smacked the glass on the counter.
Eden shrugged. “Bottom’s up.”
After she burned her throat on liquor, they made their way to the living room, where the three of them awkwardly sat in silence on Benson’s couch in front of the windows.This really isn’t how I imagined this going.Whenever she fantasized about Benson and Liam reuniting for round two with her body, it was with no pretense for anything but having a good time. Maybe some silly jokes. A couple of “guy humor” moments where Benson and Liam expressed they couldn’t believe this was happening, all while Eden made herself comfortable and relished being the center of their attention. Instead, she sat between them, nobody touching.
Which was a shame, because she was ready to get on with it.
“What?” Benson asked when he heard her chuckling.
“Memories,” she said. “What happened last time I was this physically close to you two.”
“We’ve got a livewire here,” Liam drolly said. “She already knows us so well.”
“Personally, I think she’s a hot ticket.”
“Why, Benson Smith,” Eden said. “Was that a joke?”
“Maybe.”
She put a hand on his thigh.When I think of all the times we’ve cuddled on this couch now…They were at a stage in their relationship where they were comfortable touching each other at will, and Eden treated this moment no differently. The only reason she wasn’t worried about him refusing to reciprocatewas because Liam was there, and she was sure it wasweirdfor everyone involved.
Even though they were old pros at this.
“You two are very silly,” she said.
“Why?” Liam asked.
“Because here I am, the woman of your mutual dreams, and nobody’s making a move.”
“Well…”
“You see…”
“Besides, I know both of you so well that I even know your naughtiest,dirtiestfantasies.” She glanced at them both, ready to read them to filth. Which she almost did when she slammed her other hand down on Liam’s thigh.Come on, you two. Wake up.In the heart, and in the loins! “I shouldn’t be surprised that you two have already rolled with other women. You complement each other so well.” She glanced at Benson, who looked away.Mr. Likes to Watch His Girlfriend Get Railed By Other Men.She then glanced at Liam, who likewise did not want to make eye contact.Mr. Wants to Go Last and Be Watched!What, did they think she was judging them? Did she forget that she was a Butterfly?You have to try harder than that, boys.
“It’s been a while,” Liam said. “Besides, it never worked out like this before. We always propositioned a woman together.”
Benson grunted.