Kat
Ichoke on saliva, coughing hard.
What the hell did he just say? He didn’t say what I think he said. Did he?
I look at Dane, and his expression is dark.
Yep. He totally said what I think he did.
Dane forces a laugh. “Thanks for the offer, but I’ll pass.”
Vander looks at us both. “Come on, you already asked the question. You know you’re interested.”
What question?
Then I remember thenever have I everquestion Dane threw out there about swingers. He knew. He figured out what they were, and that was his way of confirming it.
“Didn’t mean anything by it. Just confirming my suspicion.”
Vander eyes him. “Well, you were right, so what do you say we make this vacation a whole lot more interesting for all of us?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Dane replies, and Vander looks at me.
“You can’t tell me you’re not intrigued, Kat. How long has it been since you’ve done something truly exhilarating?”
He steps toward me, and I retreat into Dane’s arms. Vander stops immediately as Dane’s hand curls into my hair and grips my neck.
“Thanks, man, but we’re not interested.”
“You’re missing out. Anya doesn’t just have dick-sucking lips, she’s got the skills to go with them. But that’s fine. I’ll just let her put them to work on me.”
Through all of this, Anya has said nothing. Her boyfriend offers her up to give another man a blow job, and she doesn’t object in the slightest.
“I think we should get back to our room,” I murmur to Dane.
He nods at Vander. “Have a good one.”
I smile weakly at Anya, whose expression takes on a disappointed cast.Seriously? Disappointed?Then again, maybe she wanted her shot with Dane, and now she’s upset she won’t get it.
Too damn bad. I don’t share.
Dane takes my hand as we walk down the dock, and I’m thankful to be away from Vander and Anya.
When we’re out of earshot, I ask, “Did that really just happen?”
“Sure did, but I’m good not talking about it.”
I jerk my gaze up to his face. “You don’t want to talk about the fact that we were just propositioned by swingers? Seriously? Because ... I don’t know about you, but this is a first for me.”
One of Dane’s answers while we were playing Never Have I Evercomes back to me. He’s had a threesome. What if it was with swingers?
“Oh my God, this has happened to you before. Is that what you did?” I hold up a hand. “Wait. Never mind. I don’t know if I want to know that.”
“I’ve been asked before. Usually by the wife. But no, I’ve never done it.”
We’re nearing the pier that leads to our overwater bungalow and I stop, causing him to bump into me before I turn around to face him.
“But you’ve had a threesome. Or maybe more than one ...”