She scrunches her nose. “You’re right. Laundry soundssomuch better than taking two dicks at once.”
My mouth drops open as I swat her arm. “I’m never telling you anything again. Get out of here.”
Dominique’s laughter follows behind her as she darts across the grass and hops in her car.
Closing the door behind me, I lean against it and let out a big sigh. I hate how empty the house feels when the kids aren’t here, yet it’s nice to get a break and not have to be on for the kids.
I give my sister so much credit for raising them on her own. I wish I was older when they were born so that I could’ve helped out more.
I throw the first load of laundry in, and head upstairs to take a shower. You know you’re pathetic when the highlight of your Friday night is to take a long, steamy,everything showerwithout anyone in the house to disturb you or use up all the hot water.
Back in college, I was living it up, dancing on bars, dominating at beer pong, and yes, as Dominique so eloquently put it, taking two dicks at once.
My body reacts to the memory as I lather myself with soap. What I wouldn’t give to go back to the time the three of us shared in that dorm room. Stephen’s insatiable appetite, and Chance’s dominating way; watching the two of them together was almost as hot as being the focus of their attention.
I unhook the shower head and pull it down, aiming the warm spray between my legs.
The boys are a bit older now, fuller in all the right places than the lean muscle I last saw them with. Stephen with his adorable freckles and curls; the dimples bracketing his killer smile; and captivating crystal-blue eyes. He gives off total golden retriever energy, making you laugh until your sides hurt. But when he gets you in the bedroom, sexy charisma oozes out of him, and he could sweet talk you into doing anything. He’s fun and flirty, and has stamina for hours.
Chance is more reserved, more in control. He doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve, but oh when he lets you see it, it’s the most incredible thing you’ll ever witness. He’s passionate, and loves deeply. Your pleasure is the only thing he cares about,which is what makes his dominant nature in the bedroom so mind-blowing.
God, I miss them.
Stephen’s kiss last weekend moves to the forefront of my mind. I could’ve come right in the middle of the parking lot with the way he felt through his sweatpants, pressed against me and rubbing where I wanted him most. He ravaged my mouth, letting me know how much he wants me still.
My hips rock against the stream of water, chasing a release to the thought of the only two men I’ve ever loved. I’ve done this before, pleasured myself to their memories. But this time is different. Now, they’re back in my life, and I’m not getting off to the memories of what we did. Now, I’m imagining all the new ways they can touch me, please me, and make me feel good. Now, I have to look them in the eyes, knowing I came to fantasies of them.
I let out a frustrated groan, and set the shower head back in its place on the wall.
I need to stop.
Nothing good will come of this.
I need to keep things platonic with them.
I don’t step out of the bathroom until I’ve rinsed out my deep conditioning mask, and removed the hair from every orifice. Not that I have anyone to see my handiwork, but it makes me feel good.
Pulling an oversized tee over my head, I shimmy into a pair of cotton boy shorts and head down to the kitchen.Fuck cooking. I’m going to order a pizza tonight.
But the sound of the doorbell garners my attention before I can find the delivery menu.
I squint one eye and peer through the peep hole.
And my heart stalls out.
I peek through it again just to make sure I’m not hallucinating.
I swing open the door, and obsidian eyes meet mine.
“Chance, what are you doing here?”
He glances down at my bare legs—my very smooth and shiny bare legs, thank you—and arches a brow. “Do you often answer the door without pants on?”
I roll my eyes. “I checked the peep hole first. Come inside, it’s chilly.”
Carrying a shopping tote in each hand, he steps into the foyer. “I brought dinner. Heard you were on your own tonight.”
I groan and slap my forehead with my palm. “Dominique called you, didn’t she?”