shouted, standing up from the couch and flailing her arms around aimlessly as she began to release her anger. “Spying on me? Murdering and kidnapping people? What the FUCK happened to you in the past few years, Allen?”
I stayed as calm as possible, even though my mind was screaming at me to take action.
“Amber, nothing happened to me. This is just who I am.”
“Is this who you were when you nearly beat my boyfriend to death all those years ago?”
“Yes. I’m the same exact person. In every single way ,” I added, stressing the words and hoping she would get the hidden meaning beneath them.
Judging by the way her eyes softened, she did.
“Allen—”
“I heard shouting. You two alright?”
“Get the fuck out!” I screamed at John, hopping up from my perch on the coffee table and pointing in his direction. “We’re trying to have a conversation.”
Amber jumped and I instantly regretted shouting at John. I was about to apologize when he stalked into the room and poked me in the chest with two fingers.
“Dude. Knock this shit out. Remember the conversation we had earlier?” he reminded me quietly, neither of us wanting to attempt to explain to Amber that we had already agreed to share her in some sort of twisted polyamorous relationship.
She probably wouldn’t like to hear that considering she didn’t seem too happy with either of us at this point. Still, the reminder deflated me. I had agreed to it for a myriad of reasons.
“I know,” I whispered back, then raised my voice as I said, “I’m sorry.”
John patted me on the back and grinned. “We’re all good, brother. Amber? You mind if I hop back in? I’ll mediate.”
“Whatever,” she said as she sat back down and huffed, pouting so adorably that the desire to kiss her was nearly overpowering.
But I somehow managed to hold myself back. Probably because I was damn sure she would’ve slapped the shit out of me the second I leaned in.
“Allen!” John called before letting out a short whistle to capture my attention. “You’re zoning.”
“Sorry,” I repeated, shaking my head as if it would help clear it.
As it was, I had gone back to the memory of watching Amber and Chris as they undressed and almost had sex and inserted myself in the place of Chris.
Even though John had attempted to get me out of my thoughts, I couldn’t help them from running rampant from there. I could vividly picture myself taking off Amber’s top and dipping my head down to trace her stiff nipples with my tongue. I could hear the sound of her moan from the other night replaying in my head and I imagined that it was me who pulled that sound from her throat.
I would look up at her with hooded eyes and dip my head towards her lips, drawing that pouty bottom one between my teeth and gently biting down on it.
My fantasy abruptly shifted and I pictured John standing behind her, his hands accidentally touching my arms as he ran them up her hips and around her front, gripping her breasts as she strained up to kiss me. Our eyes locked in a brief moment of mutual understanding before my attention returned solely to the woman I loved.
The most surprising part about where my fantasy had gone was just how at ease I was with the idea of it. John and I had been best friends for years and had lived together for nearly the entire course of our friendship. We’d been stuck together in life or death situations countless times and had relied on each other so often that I trusted him more than anyone else.
So the idea of sharing Amber with him wasn’t as unsavory as I thought it might be. I knew I could trust him with her, just like I trusted him with my own life. Maybe this whole thing would work out alright after all.
Assuming Amber was even wiling to entertain the idea.
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John
“ A LLEN !” I shouted as his eyes glassed over once again.
I reached over and gave him a not-so-gentle punch on the shoulder, rolling my eyes as he finally snapped out of his
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