He shrugged. “Sure.”
Placing her hands on his shoulders, she leaned into him, going on tiptoe so she could whisper in his ear. “I’m excited. I can’t wait to be with the two of you. I want to watch you and Drake together.”
Her words made his dick hard. Little Miss Voyeur was ready to come out and play. Well, for her the playing was the watching. And though he didn’t mind a little watching, he also definitely wanted her participating.
“Baby, if we’re doing this, you need to be a willing participant,” he whispered back right before he nipped her earlobe with his teeth.
She shivered, sidling even closer to him. “What exactly do you want me to do?”
“You want play by play?” He glanced around. They were surrounded by people. The bartender was at the other end of the counter handling orders. It was going to take awhile before they got their drinks, which was par for the course at this place.
“Definitely.”
He smiled. “You’re just going to have to wait and see though I’ll admit I have my limits.”
“Limits?” She sounded intrigued.
“Well yeah. I don’t want to share you too much with Drake. Certain parts of you are mine.” Ah holy shit, he meant it, too. Any other woman and he wouldn’t have had a problem sharing. Hell, he’d done exactly that.
Trevor recalled the last time he’d had a threesome, a few years ago. He and a friend had picked up a woman while spending the weekend in Vegas and brought her to his hotel room. They’d fucked all night long, even doing a double penetration that had made the woman go absolutely wild.
He wondered if Scarlett would be willing to go for a double penetration.
Hell, he wondered if he’d be able to deal with it. He wouldn’t want Drake to take her ass. He hadn’t even done that yet. But Drake buried deep inside Scarlett’s pussy?
He felt like the biggest, most macho jerk ever but he considered that pussy his.
“That sounds kind of romantic, Trevor. I thought romance wasn’t your thing.”
“I can be romantic.” If she could hear his thoughts, she’d definitely not think he was romantic.
She laughed, a tinkling like a bell and he stared at her, became engrossed in her. Her face, her smile, her sparkling eyes. The wild dark hair, her pouty, pretty mouth and creamy smooth skin he desperately wanted to touch all the damn time. “Prove it.”
“You want romance?”
She sobered, her eyes widened. “Well I don’t think it has a place in tonight’s activity, but if you’re willing…”
Finally, he felt like they were on the same page. Hope filled him at the thought. Maybe they could make something work here. Build a future. One step at a time.
“Glad to see you two made it.”
Drake’s distinctive drawl sounded behind them, and they both turned to find him standing there, a slight smile tilting his lips. “Are we ready?”
“Where are we going?” Scarlett asked, her gaze skittering to Trevor.
“My place? Does that work?”
Totally. It wasn’t his place, and it wasn’t Scarlett’s. They wouldn’t be reminded of this one night except in their memories.
Perfect.
“It works,” Scarlett said with a nod just before she drew her bottom lip between her teeth. Her usual nervous gesture when things got a little unsure.
Trevor slipped his arm around her shoulder and drew her close. “We’ll follow you over.”
“Great.” Drake studied them for a moment, his eyes darkening the slightest bit. “Are you sure you want to do this? Trevor?”
The apprehension was clear on Drake’s face as well. No surprise. The way they were approaching this was ridiculous.