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“I’m going to bed. I have a headache and jetlag and I think we need a little more ‘go with the flow’ and a little less angry faces before tomorrow or I’ll be the one who doesn’t want it to work and you will be the ones ruining something I’ve wanted to do for my entire life.” I said it all in one sentence and without much more than a sigh to punctuate the end.
Then, because I was inspired by my own courage at speaking up, I decided to show them what I meant, rather than just tell. I turned to Silas, wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down. His lips parted, probably in surprise, but I was into it.
His mouth was warm and soft, and I slipped my tongue between his full, soft lips and kissed him until he took over, cradled my face between his hands and deepened the kiss. Then because I was a believer of leaving before they were tired of me, I broke the kiss.
I didn’t dare meet any of their gazes, because I didn’t want to see what at any of them were thinking. This was going to happen my way and in my time. Period.
Then I walked around the table to Henryk. He was about the same height as Silas and he was easily as kissable. His mouth pressed against mine and this kiss came with a smile, a pair of them. And then it was all business. Serious, sensual, with his body pressed fully against mine. And if there had been a wall behind me, he would’ve pushed me back and held me against it. It was that kind of kiss and my heart pounded.
This time, he broke the kiss and stepped back. But then Viktor, who’d patiently—I guessed—waited for me to kiss the other two, spun me around, pulled me against him and laid a kiss on me that was so deep and so potent, a mash of mouths and a burning trail of hands, it was enough to carry me through at least for tonight. I hadn’t been kissed in a while before I met—erm, re-met—Henryk, so this was intense but equally dreamy.
This sort of thing just didn’t happen to me.
When he finally let me go, I let myself smile as though intoxicated. I’d just kissed all my husbands and it was divine.Once we get to Spain—and we were most definitely in Spain—it’s no holds barred.It was what we agreed on. What we’d all—except Henryk, anyway—had said.
When I finished and no one else had opened a mouth to speak, I turned and walked to the staircase that went around the perimeter of the upstairs hall.
“Gentlemen, please try to work out your issues by morning or I’m going home.” And that was all I had to say.
***
ERIN
It certainly wasn’t every day that I got kissed by three men. And definitely not kissed likethat. Those weren’t kisses for the timid or the faint of heart. Those hadn’t been little nibbles or grazes. No accidental contact.
Now that I’d walked away, I was in my room freaking out about it.
I wasn’t tired anymore, that was certain. I was wired, pacing from one corner of my room to the other. I probably could’ve summoned one or more of them up here to help me expend some of my wayward energy, but that would’ve been wrong.
I’d made my point, now it was their call whether they were willing to make this vacation what it was meant to be. Otherwise, I’d have to do the most difficult thing I’d ever done, and go home.
I looked at my cell. There were any number of social media sites I could’ve perused, could’ve made a dance video clip or two—I’d been known to rock it every once in a while—or I could sit on the bed and watch cat videos. Any of those things would have probably squelched my energy, but I wasn’t in the mood for any of it.
Instead, I dialed Bree’s number. She was six hours behind me, so she was probably just getting back to work from lunch. It was only one o’clock back home, and luckily for me, she picked up on the fifth ring.
“Girl!” It wasn’t her customary greeting and there was quite an echo in the background. She must have been hiding in a bathroom to talk to me, which was good because the information I was imparting to her was not for public consumption.
“I know!”
“You’re in Ibiza!”
“I know!”
“And you’re married to three guys? Are they hot? I mean on a Pee-Wee Herman to Johnny Depp scale, where are they?” I’d only given her the basics and hadn’t talked to her since I got off the plane in Lichtenstein and shot her a text.
“Young, beautiful Johnny. Every one of them.” I smiled because he was her go-to fantasy guy. “Unfortunately, they’re all acting like someone stole their blankets.”
“Uh... what?”
Maybe the connection was bad?
“They hate each other,” I tried to explain, though it wasn’t quite that bad. “Well, two of them hate the other one and he hates them back.” That was going to make the poly part of our relationship volatile, and I didn’t care for it.
“Please tell me your resolution involves tossing them all in a mud wrestling pit and you’re planning to live-stream it.”
I loved her for making me smile, but how was I going to explain that this was a real problem?The pissing contest, as Ray had so eloquently put it, was about to wreck my vacation and my proposed poly relationship.
“No. If they can’t figure their shit out, I’m coming home.” Sad as I was to say it.
