Love Bites

Maybe.

Testing them both, she laid her palm on his drum-tight abs and smiled at the way he jumped. She licked her lips and let her gaze drift lower. Other parts of him were apparently keen to respond as well. “I appreciate you giving me space.”

He shrugged. “You weren’t doing anything about it, so I wasn’t going to pry.”

“So we both had a thing for Tristan for a while. A couple of years for me. Not all the time, but enough to make it uncomfortable sometimes.” Matt’s comments about wanting to eat her out since college scrolled through her mind. “What about you?”

“Didn’t we discuss this last night?”

His irritation teased another smile from her. Matt hated talking about feelings. Sex, sports, food, movies, dirty jokes…all game. But feelings? Nope, nuh-uh. “I’m just curious,” she said, tracing the inward slash of his navel. She didn’t miss his quick breath, especially when she used her nails. “How long?”

“I don’t know.” His Adam’s apple jerked when she snapped her attention back to his face. “I’ve been with men before. A couple of times. After a while, I realized I’d stopped seeing Tris as just a buddy. I didn’t do anything about it for a long time, though. And it took a hell of a lot of beer for me to get up my nerve.” He let out a choppy laugh. “I thought he’d kick my ass.”

A retort sprang onto her tongue, but she didn’t voice it aloud. If he was sharing, she wouldn’t ruin the moment with a sarcastic comment. “He didn’t.”

“No.”

“Do you do it a lot?”

“Jesus, Cait.” Again that pained laughter. “You really don’t want to know that, do you?”

“Yeah, I really do.” She pulled up one of her legs underneath her so she co

uld face him squarely. “If you’re not going to shut me up in other ways, you’re going to answer my questions.”

His lips twitched as he cast his gaze to the ceiling as if saying a silent plea for help. “Like what?”

“Like how it feels.”

“How what feels?”

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.”