the guys. Guilty pleasure had me glancing at Rick only to find him watching us both, a speculative gleam in his dark eyes. ―She can be hard to satisfy sometimes.‖
―Rick.‖ Heat crept up my neck.
―Greedy is she?‖
My man nodded sagely. ―Insatiable even.‖
Mark reached down and adjusted himself obviously. ―Another guy might come in handy.‖
―A relief pitcher…of sorts,‖ Rick said with a grin that had me wondering what the hell he was up to.
Mark grinned back at him. ―Double the dick. Double the pleasure.‖
Both men turned to me, and I squirmed. I was totally turned on and a bit embarrassed about it. Bravado was the obvious way to go.
―Well, I do love cock,‖ I said with false casualness as I lay back and closed my eyes again.
―But I doubt even both of you could totally satisfy me.‖
―Ohhh.‖
―Ouch!‖
I ignored their groans of mock pain and pretended there was nothing strange about the conversation, or my laying around in my lingerie, but the tension was building.
Rick Craig sat back in his chair and considered his girlfriend. He’d wanted her from the first moment he’d met her. She was pretty, in a quiet reserved kind of way, but her attraction hadn’t been about looks. With Angie he’d sensed something special—a deep-seated raw sexuality that she tried to hide from the world. It called to him and dared him to try and match her, to make her his.
When he’d first met her she was confident in her brains and her opinions, but she’d buried her sexual side. He knew now that previous boyfriends had made her feel too demanding or too freaky, and she’d retreated. But he welcomed her dirty-talking adventurous streak. He encouraged her to flirt and tease other guys. When she felt wanted and desired, she sparkled, and she got horny. Then he was the one who reaped the benefits. The fact that she was always game to try anything, and often pushed his own limits, was what had convinced him she was ―The One‖.
―I guess I should head out and let you two enjoy your Friday night.‖
Rick shifted his gaze to his best friend. ―We don’t have plans to do anything other than relax and have a few drinks. Stick around.‖
―Cool,‖ Mark said. ―I’ll go grab us a couple more beers then.‖
The bottle in Rick’s hand was still half-full, but he nodded anyway. Mark had shown up unexpectedly an hour ago, in a bit of a funk over women troubles. The guy was a stud, no doubt about it. Women loved him. But for whatever reason, Mark wasn’t having any luck finding a woman he wanted to keep. He’d never hidden the fact that he’d wanted Angie, but now he wondered if that was why he was having such a hard time. There wasn’t anyone else like his woman.
Rick looked at the woman in question. Stretched out and basking in the sun in nothing but some flimsy lacey things, she looked amazing and his heart lifted. Angie was smart, sexy and fearless. A tempting idea began to form, and his blood heated. Mark hung out with them often, but it had been a long time since he’d been truly close to his friend and that was something he missed.
Suddenly the night was ripe with possibilities.
―Oh my God. You didn’t!‖
Twilight had turned the sky into a wash of red purple and orange, but the temperature hadn’t dropped more than three or four degrees, so we were still out on the balcony. Our chairs circled the small glass table littered with empty pizza boxes and beer bottles, and we all had a nice buzz going. Against both Rick and Mark’s objections I’d wrapped a cotton sarong around my body when I’d gotten up to pay the pizza delivery guy, and kept it on while we ate. Despite my adding a layer—albeit a thin one—of clothing, our conversation was once again in dangerously erotic territory. For the past three hours no matter what we talked about, the conversation always worked its way back to sex. It was like the three of us were bonded by one great big horny mind.
―Why
―Rick.‖ Heat crept up my neck.
―Greedy is she?‖
My man nodded sagely. ―Insatiable even.‖
Mark reached down and adjusted himself obviously. ―Another guy might come in handy.‖
―A relief pitcher…of sorts,‖ Rick said with a grin that had me wondering what the hell he was up to.
Mark grinned back at him. ―Double the dick. Double the pleasure.‖
Both men turned to me, and I squirmed. I was totally turned on and a bit embarrassed about it. Bravado was the obvious way to go.
―Well, I do love cock,‖ I said with false casualness as I lay back and closed my eyes again.
―But I doubt even both of you could totally satisfy me.‖
―Ohhh.‖
―Ouch!‖
I ignored their groans of mock pain and pretended there was nothing strange about the conversation, or my laying around in my lingerie, but the tension was building.
Rick Craig sat back in his chair and considered his girlfriend. He’d wanted her from the first moment he’d met her. She was pretty, in a quiet reserved kind of way, but her attraction hadn’t been about looks. With Angie he’d sensed something special—a deep-seated raw sexuality that she tried to hide from the world. It called to him and dared him to try and match her, to make her his.
When he’d first met her she was confident in her brains and her opinions, but she’d buried her sexual side. He knew now that previous boyfriends had made her feel too demanding or too freaky, and she’d retreated. But he welcomed her dirty-talking adventurous streak. He encouraged her to flirt and tease other guys. When she felt wanted and desired, she sparkled, and she got horny. Then he was the one who reaped the benefits. The fact that she was always game to try anything, and often pushed his own limits, was what had convinced him she was ―The One‖.
―I guess I should head out and let you two enjoy your Friday night.‖
Rick shifted his gaze to his best friend. ―We don’t have plans to do anything other than relax and have a few drinks. Stick around.‖
―Cool,‖ Mark said. ―I’ll go grab us a couple more beers then.‖
The bottle in Rick’s hand was still half-full, but he nodded anyway. Mark had shown up unexpectedly an hour ago, in a bit of a funk over women troubles. The guy was a stud, no doubt about it. Women loved him. But for whatever reason, Mark wasn’t having any luck finding a woman he wanted to keep. He’d never hidden the fact that he’d wanted Angie, but now he wondered if that was why he was having such a hard time. There wasn’t anyone else like his woman.
Rick looked at the woman in question. Stretched out and basking in the sun in nothing but some flimsy lacey things, she looked amazing and his heart lifted. Angie was smart, sexy and fearless. A tempting idea began to form, and his blood heated. Mark hung out with them often, but it had been a long time since he’d been truly close to his friend and that was something he missed.
Suddenly the night was ripe with possibilities.
―Oh my God. You didn’t!‖
Twilight had turned the sky into a wash of red purple and orange, but the temperature hadn’t dropped more than three or four degrees, so we were still out on the balcony. Our chairs circled the small glass table littered with empty pizza boxes and beer bottles, and we all had a nice buzz going. Against both Rick and Mark’s objections I’d wrapped a cotton sarong around my body when I’d gotten up to pay the pizza delivery guy, and kept it on while we ate. Despite my adding a layer—albeit a thin one—of clothing, our conversation was once again in dangerously erotic territory. For the past three hours no matter what we talked about, the conversation always worked its way back to sex. It was like the three of us were bonded by one great big horny mind.
―Why
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