Theirs to Keep

“Of course,” answered Roderick immediately. He was holding my hand now. My finger was still extended as he lowered it between us.

“Then it doesn’t matter,” I said. “Really.”

On a whim I stood on my toes and kissed him. The kiss was slow. Soft. Sensual. Perhaps made even more so, by the others watching.

This is CRAZY, Karissa.

“In time maybe we’ll share,” I murmured, “like I said before. But for now?”

The others had closed in, forming a semi-circle. I slid a hand behind Camden’s head and kissed him too.

Totally batshit crazy.

“For now we enjoy what we have,” I said softly. “Most people never do, you know. They harp on the past or prepare for the future, but they never stop to consider what’s right… in… front of them…”

Sliding in Bryce, I melted against his body. His lips crushed mine and I gasped into his mouth.

Three boyfriends…

His tongue penetrated my mouth, exploring it hotly. A pair of hands settled over my hips. A rogue palm slid behind me, cupping my ass.

Holy fucking shit.

“Well?”

Roderick breathed the word into my ear, just as I broke my kiss with Bryce. I was standing between them, full-lipped and breathless. My mind spinning with a beautiful myriad of open-ended thoughts.

“Well what?”

“What do you think of our offer?” chuckled Camden.

The stars stretched out overhead, amplifying the silence as my eyes flitted to each of theirs in turn. I saw affection. Longing. Lust. Maybe even… something more.

A decision was made, internally. It happened without me even knowing it.

My God, Karissa. For real?

Behind me, the ocean waves crashed listlessly against the sandy beach.

“I think you should take me home and make me your girlfriend,” I said with a breathless grin.

Thirty

KARISSA

The ride home was dreamlike, even surrealistic. A steamy montage of kissing and touching, of being held and cuddled and sandwiched between two warm, mostly naked bodies…

Is this really your life now?

So far it was. On one side I had Camden, kissing me roughly. The two of us making out desperately in the soft, buttery world of the back seat, shrouded mostly by the dark of night.

Ohhhh…

And on the other side Roderick, kissing my neck. His beard felt delicately soft as his mouth worked against my hot skin, my body arching as he ran his palm down the front of my dress to cup one full, swollen breast.

Two hot mouths. Four eager hands. They roamed slowly, moving anywhere they wanted, and my body curved to meet them.

The guys had drawn straws before getting into the car. When my brows crossed, they laughed.