Tristan scoffs. “Seriously, dude? You think you can just put her on the spot like that?”
Madden’s jaw clenches. “You think you know her so well, don’t you? Just because you had your—”
“Stop!” I cut him off before we can go down this road again. “Just don’t. Either of you.” I look back and forth between them.
Tristan looks angry, but he makes an effort to tear his gaze away from Madden. To his credit, Madden also settles back against the counter. But now my anger has won out.
“You two are going to make it really easy for me to win this apartment if you spend all your time fighting. You think I can’t resist? I’ve been doing a damn good job up until now.”
I bite my lip because that’s obviously not true. I wanted to have sex with both of them. And it was a really close call both times, the only thing keeping me from it being my determination to win.
“Okay, well I was, up until those dates,” I amend.
Both of their faces tense up again, and I’m sure they’re about to start spewing more caveman jealous shit, so I keep right on going. “You two are ridiculous. You don’t own me. You know that, right? And yeah, maybe I did have sex with both of you—or close enough—but so what? Maybe I’m attracted to both of you. Did you ever think of that? Maybe this is hard on me too. Did you stop to think that maybe I’m really fucking frustrated as well that I want you both, but can’t have either of you?”
They both watch me, surprised by what I’m saying. I see them glance at each other, jealousy and anger and frustration all over both their faces. “Maybe you’d both be a lot less frustrated and stop all this stupid fighting if you could both just learn to share.”
I stop in between them, crossing my arms over my chest. It pushes my tits up, and I notice that’s where both of their attention goes.
Then something shifts. The energy in the room goes from leaning more toward angry tension and teeters on an edge for a moment before shifting firmly into sexual territory. I see it in their eyes, the way they both watch me with obvious lust.
Then their eyes aren’t on me anymore. They’re watching each other. Evaluating, assessing, questioning.
I have no idea what they’re thinking.
Until Tristan speaks up.
“What if we can, Me
gan?” He stands up and takes a step toward me, his eyes dark with desire.
“Can what?” Suddenly my pulse is kicking into overdrive, my blood rushing through my body and settling in all the most delicious places as I become aware of where this is going.
Madden is next to me know too, his gaze just as hot and needy. “Share you.”
They can’t mean what I think they do. Can they?
And if they do, what does that mean? Do I want them to?
I swallow hard, my pussy suddenly throbbing and aching, my nipples tingling. And I know the answer.
Yes. I do.
I want Tristan and Madden to share me.
Megan
Let’s just stop for a moment, okay?
I need to take a breather. I mean, is this really happening? Maybe I’m dreaming. I almost pinch the skin on my arm to wake myself up, but then I realize one very important thing: if this is a dream, I don’t want to be woken up. Oh, no, I want to enjoy the whole ride.
They close in on me, their eyes flaming with desire, and rest their hands on my hips. I don’t even know what to do right now - this is just beyond everything I have ever experienced.
If I ever win the lottery, I bet I’ll feel just like I’m how feeling right now.
They push me against the counter, their hands roaming all over my body, and I feel myself growing wetter with each passing second. I knew they both wanted me, but to know that they’re putting aside their differences so that they can have me… There’s no better aphrodisiac than that.
“Kiss me,” I whisper, not even knowing to which one of them I’m saying that. It doesn’t even matter, does it? Because they’re sharing me, and I want to be shared - which means I’m talking to both of them.