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Adam puffed out his cheeks and exhaled slowly, his brow furrowed. “That’s a tough call. On the one hand, you look really good in practically nothing, and on the other, I’m not sure I trust you to bake a cake.”
“Fuck you.” Deacon laughed. “I’d bake an amazing cake.”
What did I just hear? My brain backed up. It was exactly what I’d been missing—the flirting banter without hesitation—and on the one hand I liked the potential behind it and on the other hand I wondered why I thought it was okay. “Did you just hit on someone else while I was sitting in your lap?”
“Yes?” Adam seemed unfazed. “Don’t get me wrong, I’d happily eat your cake—take that as you will--and even more happily watch you walk around in practically nothing.” He slid a hand lightly up my inner thigh. “But you won’t fill out a banana hammock the same way Deacon will.” He teased his fingers lightly over my crotch.
Oh, jeez. I gasped at his playful touch. “Banana hammock? Seriously?” I tried to force the laughter into my voice, but I was falling into fantasies of both of them undressed, enhanced by every caress Adam laid through my clothing.
“Whale tail?” Deacon asked.
“Butt floss?” Adam added.
I laughed. “This is the education I never knew I needed. Slang terms forthong.”
“You’re welcome.” Deacon gave me a seated bow.
Adam danced his fingertips down my spine. “Or did you have something else in mind when you asked for another lesson?”
Yes. This felt like a trap. Asking for what I wanted was a fast track to losing an incredible opportunity with Adam before we could even explore what we had. But he was the one who brought us back to this point in the conversation.
What was the right answer?
TWENTY-FIVE
ADAM
More sex seemedlike the next logical step in this relationship.
Sex with both Brooke and Deacon.
Then again, my dick was rock hard from the way she pressed against me and I couldn’t stop thinking about how incredible the last couple of times had been, so it was possiblelogicalactually meantthe only thing I could think about with all the blood rushing to my cock.
Possible.
But that didn’t mean I was wrong.
Besides, it was obvious that the two of them were still attracted to each other, regardless of what they told themselves or me. There was no way in Hell I was letting someone as amazing as Brooke go, but I was starting to think I felt more than friendship for Deacon, and not just because the sex was good.
So, yeah, I was going to push for more from both of them. More time spent together, more movies, more fucking, more of Deacon dominating her and bowing to me, more Brooke squirming in pain and screaming in pleasure.
Justmore.
But Brooke hadn’t answered my question and Deacon was unusually quiet, so I was going to nudge a little harder.
“We should head upstairs,” I said. When Deacon frowned and opened his mouth, I realized I needed to say more. “All three of us.”
Brooke didn’t move. “What’s upstairs?”
“A lot more room to maneuver and furniture that we can get stains on without ruining Deacon’s livelihood.” I liked clever euphemisms and flirting, but at some point, things had to be said plainly.
“Why would we get stains—Oh.” Brooke ducked her head, but it didn’t hide her blush.
She was wonderful. The perfect combination of bold and strong meets sweet and innocent
I looked at Deacon. “You and I did promise to show Brooke what the candles were for besides light when the power went out.”
He furrowed his brow and bit his bottom lip.
