Sammara crossed the room and closed her hand over a frosted glass of water. She took a long sip, and I got to watch her shirt ride up over her ass again as the cool liquid slid down her delicate throat. When she was finished, she looked back at me.
“He said you and Dakota had done this before.”
My pulse quickened. “Done what?”
“Shared a girl together.”
Nineteen
SAMMARA
My question hung out there for a moment, unanswered. Eventually Kyle nodded.
“Yes, a while ago. We shared my ex girlfriend, Erika.”
My stomach did a somersault. There was a long, uncomfortable pause.
“Does that surprise you?”
“No,” I said quickly. “I mean, yes. I mean… I guess?”
My soldier stepped in and put his hands on my shoulders. I didn’t want him to think I was angry, or upset, or anything like that. I guess I was mostly… curious.
“It shouldn’t,” said Kyle. “Surprise you, I mean. As a unit we’re tight. Especially in what we do. We go to sleep together, wake up together… when you’re around the same comrades twenty-four-seven, with so much — even your very lives — at stake? It bonds you in ways you wouldn’t believe.”
His grey eyes remained locked on mine. I still couldn’t get over how sexy they were.
“That makes sense I guess.”
“Besides,” he went on, “soldiers have shared things all throughout the history of warfare. Weapons, boots, Playboy magazines… hell, I think Ryan and Briggs even shared the same pair of underwear for more than a week near Fallujah.”
My smile widened and he laughed out loud.
“Please don’t tell them I told you that.”
He looked back at me shrewdly and I could see the gears turning. His mind, trying to put the right spin on things.
“So sharing a girlfriend should be no different?” I asked. “It’s just the next logical step in sharing stuff?”
Kyle scratched his head. “Think of it as a more progressive way of looking at things.”
“Progressive, eh?”
“Sure. Logical also.”
I had to smirk. “And how do you figure that one?”
“Well,” he said, “imagine a guy trying to satisfy four wives. Think that’s going to work out?”
I searched the inside of my head for an answer. “Mentally and emotionally, maybe. Physically? No.”
“And that’s my point. But a woman can satisfy four men a lot more easily. It’s basic biology,” he shrugged. “We need to recharge. You don’t.”
“Oh I need to recharge,” I yawned sleepily. “But yeah. Not like you guys do.”
My body was blissfully relaxed now, from what he’d just done to me. For a moment I imagined stripping him down and pushing him into my bed. Climbing up next to him to feel his warm skin against mine.
But I knew what it would lead to…