Double Score

He strolled toward me, taking the bottle. He knocked it back, not bothering to use a glass.

He lowered the bottle. “Are we good, brother?”

“It was about Vanessa. This whole thing.”

“I agree, but I—fuck, Dylan. We fucked the same woman. I don’t think we can pretend we didn’t.”

I shifted on my feet. “My cock didn’t go anywhere near your dick. I think we’re good.”

Isaac snorted. “Should it feel weird? Because, I thought it was fucking insane. Hottest thing I’ve ever done.”

I yanked the bottle from his hand to refill my glass. “It was fucking incredible. It doesn’t feel weird. Just don’t think about it. Get it out of your head. We did it for her.”

“Right.” He grimaced, chugging the last drops of wine. “It was all about her. It has to stay that way.”

Tomorrow was the big announcement. Steve had planned a press conference. There was going to be a ring. Vanessa and I had to answer questions about the proposal. How long we dated. How our romance started. I should have been scared as shit. I wasn’t the right candidate for that job. I had it because I out-bid everyone. And now, I couldn’t be happier about it.

Something in me was shaking loose. Something that made me run, was fading. I wanted her again.

“It could have been a one-time deal.” I looked at him.

Isaac rubbed the back of his head. “It’s up to her. But I hope like hell it wasn’t.”

“I know what you mean.” I couldn’t believe I said the words. I lived for one-time fucks.

This was usually the part where I split. I fucked, made sure the girl was asleep, and I left. But I headed back to the bedroom. It was as if I were drawn to her. Knowing Vanessa was sleeping alone in that big bed, called me. It pulled me.

Isaac was close behind. I knew we wouldn’t discuss it again. There wasn’t anything else to say. He wanted her. He had since he met her. I was getting ready to be publicly engaged to her, so I wasn’t going anywhere.

But somehow we had both ended up in her bed. We both claimed a spot. And neither was about to give her up.

18

Vanessa

I opened one eye and then the other. Maybe if I took my time, the fantasy would stay around a little longer. I could hold onto it and lock it in the deepest parts of my memory. I’d never dreamed anything so amazing. I’d never felt like a goddess. I’d never felt so worshipped and adored. And holy shit, I’d never had an orgasm that consumed my entire body from fingertips to toes.

I sighed as my vision came into focus. I saw the smooth lines of Dylan’s back. I reached forward, letting my fingertips graze over his skin. He was warm. He was real. Just then, I felt the tug of a hand on my hip.

My eyes widened. Isaac.

His thumbs pressed into the flesh of my thigh. My body was slowly waking up. Isaac’s lips moved from my neck to my shoulder.

I moaned lightly, opening my legs for him. His fingers settled between my folds, flicking and teasing my clit.

“Ohh,” I whimpered.

The sounds awakened Dylan. He rolled onto his back.

“Good morning, darlin’.” He smiled.

I could barely make out words. Isaac swirled and dipped, plunging a finger inside me.

I rocked into the sensation, jutting my naked breasts forward. I caught the devilish grin on Dylan’s lips before he descended on my nipple, biting and sucking.

Again. This was happening again. Although, this time I didn’t feel the hesitation or nagging doubts that had attacked me last night. I was completely in. I wanted this. I craved it. The disbelief was gone. They both wanted me, and I wanted them.

“Ohh, Isaac. Dylan.” My head rolled back, taking Isaac’s mouth as his tongue plunged inside.