Thrill Seeker (Sinful in Seattle)

She fought the blush on the verge of blooming across her cheeks. “Anal sex. To have a guy back there.”

This time he didn’t laugh. “Honestly? It feels fucking amazing.”

“I had a feeling you’d say that,” she said, lacing her fingers together to keep from fidgeting. “From the way you groaned every time he—” She stopped, feeling ridiculous. As many conversations about sex as they’d had, this went beyond. So far beyond, she knew she had no hope of staving off the flush rioting over her face. “Is it better than when you’re with a woman?”

“No. It’s just different. I like both.” He shrugged. “So does Tris, apparently.”

“So you turned him gay,” she ventured.

With a smile, he shook his head. “Hardly. And say it with me. Bi. Not gay.”

“When you’re with him, you’re gay. Right? Labeling it otherwise doesn’t change things.”

“Even when I’m with him, the rest of me doesn’t shut off. Believe me, we’d be happy to have a woman there too. With us.”

His intent expression made her rear back. “You’re not saying you’d like to…with me.” She couldn’t even say the words.

He wanted to have a threesome with her? That was what he’d meant when he said they both wanted her? She’d thought maybe it was a mild interest, a little jealousy thing between them, not unlike what she and Matt had over Tris.

But clearly their fantasies had risen to a whole new level.

“Tristan wouldn’t want that,” she said quietly. “He wouldn’t want to share me.”

Would he?

“You’re so innocent,” Matt murmured, taking her hands in his. “I don’t think I fully realized that till just now. We’ve talked about so much, but you’re still adorably shy.”

“Innocent, adorable, and shy. Thanks for the compliments.”

Chuckling, he sat up and cupped her cheek. “You’re also wickedly sexy, and I want nothing more than to peel off your pants and do what I did last night all over again.”

She pressed her thighs together at the throb in her clit. Oh yeah, she wanted that too. So badly she feared having to change her underwear before she got to work.

“You really think I’m sexy?” she asked, hating the insecurity in her voice.

“Oh yeah.” He turned his face into her hair and took a deep breath. “I get hard every time you look at me, Blue Eyes.”

It didn’t take much effort to glance down and see he wasn’t lying. As far as the rest of their conversation? She wasn’t going there. “So why won’t you just finish the job?”

“And people accuse me of being unromantic. Shit.”

“Is it loyalty to Tris? Did what you—what we did last night count as cheating or something? Are you a couple now?” The questions spilled out of her, stopping only when he eased back and tucked her hair behind her ears.

“We’re not a couple. What we do is just about letting off steam.”

“That’s not true. That’s not what I saw.”

For the first time, he looked away. “It is what it is. We’re not committed to each other, Cait.”

“What do you call it?”

“We still sleep with women, still have girlfriends. And when we do, we’re not together. Neither of us are cheaters.”

“And neither of you want to make what you have permanent.”

His silence gnawed at her, making

her jerk away from him and to her feet. “Think I’ll go get some work done.”