Last Screw Before I Do by Manda McNay Read Free Book Online Page B

uh...
threesome.”
    My mind is
reeling. I'm looking back and forth between them, waiting for the
first smile, the first hint that they're kidding me. It must be a
joke. Must be.
    But no one's
laughing. They're both watching me intently, and they're both
serious.
    What.
    “ What? I... you want to... I mean, how did
this even come up?”
    “ Rich and I were talking, hon, and we got
to talking about old times. How we met through him, when you two...
well, when you moved and the two of you broke up. Remember? He'd
called me and asked me to show you around, to make sure you were
okay.”
    I remembered.
I'd called it off with Rich when I decided the long-distance thing
was too much. Matt had been a friend of his, chivalrous enough to
show a young lady the town, and the next thing you knew...
    “ We started dating.”
    “ Right,” Rich said. “I wanted to make sure
you'd be safe, and I knew Matt would watch out for you. I still
loved you, Lizzie, and I was worried about you being alone. Truth
be told, I still love you now.” His eyes drop to the
comforter.
    I'm watching
Matt, waiting for him to deck Rich, for him to get territorial and
claim me for his own. But he's smiling gently, and I'm starting to
get the feeling this is for real. “Rich told me when we were
downstairs in the bar. He never got over you. So I offered him one
more chance. One last night with you.”
    My palms are
sweating and suddenly I can't get comfortable.
    “ And you? Why would you let him think he
could be with me again? Don't I get a say?”
    “ Of course! Of course you do. But I got
thinking: Remember that night we were talking about the things we'd
never tried? Things we were still... curious... about? You said
you'd always wanted to try a three-way, and I
said—”
    “ That you always wanted to experiment with
a guy.” It hits me like a ton of bricks. They really mean for this
to happen. And I could say no, of course, but...
    I have always wanted to try a threesome.
    And what
better night, than the night before I settle down?
    I look into
Matt's eyes, watching for any hint of hesitation. “You're sure?” I
ask.
    “ If you are.”
    Rich chews his
bottom lip.
    “ Okay, then,” I say, “Let's do
this.”
     
    The tension in
the room breaks instantly, and there's a flurry of activity. Rich
hops up to lock the door; Matt shuts off the movie I fell asleep
to. I freeze, heart pounding, waiting for what comes next. None of
us have ever done this before. Who starts? What do we do?
    Rich takes the
lead, sitting down beside me, leaning in close, nibbling my neck.
His teeth nip gently at the pulse under my skin. His lips kiss my
throat where it joins my shoulder. He knows that spot, because he
knows my body.
    I look for
Matt over Rich's shoulder. He's watching, sitting just off to my
side, and he nods his permission.
    My body starts
to respond to Rich's touch, a tiny fire growing inside me, and when
Rich pushes me down to the mattress I don't even try to resist.
He's on top of me, his weight pinning me down, his lips making
their way up and over the sensitive flesh of my throat, climbing
higher until his mouth reaches mine. His tongue finds its way
inside and suddenly it's just like old times, when we'd sneak a
quick make out session on his sofa before his roommate came back.
My hands are in his hair, and I'm arching up into him, the taste of
his breath awakening old memories.
    I hear
rustling beside me and remember my fiance. I open my eyes, sneaking
a peek at him while my lips are engaged with Rich's. He's close to
me now, his face in my hair, then his lips are on me too. His teeth
pull at my earlobe, the way he knows I like, and I let my head fall
back on the bed. I'm already limp with pleasure, and we're still
fully clothed!
    That's taken
care of momentarily, when Rich shifts his weight and someone's
hands fumble with my shirt. I'd dressed up a little for our dinner,
a nice blouse and pair of slacks, and the blouse's buttons are
coming open. I