She grabs my arm and starts pulling me toward the door so fast that she almost trips on the way out. “I need to get out of here, Alex. What the hell was Dax thinking?”
I shrug while holding the door open for her. “Told you he’s an idiot. I never lie to you, babe.”
She laughs under her breath, but doesn’t look back at me. “Sticking with the M’s, I see.”
“Only this week.”
I open my truck door for her, but she just looks at me and lets out a frustrated breath. She looks as if she has something to say, but stops herself. I don’t like her doing that.
“Say it, Tripp.” Grabbing the top of the truck, I pin her against it and look into her eyes, waiting for her to speak.
Nothing. She just shakes her head and smiles weakly. “I’m just tired and frustrated. I want to give Dax a piece of my mind.” Maneuvering her way past my arm, she jumps into my truck and shuts the door. Moments later she pokes her head out the window. “Any day now, Carter,” she says teasingly.
Tell me about it . . .
I SIT IN MY ROOM for a bit, playing my guitar. It’s close to midnight and Tripp and Lucas have been downstairs, drinking and laughing it up. A part of me wants to join in, but the other part is too exhausted to pretend that I don’t want to have my way with her.
That’s all I’ve been able to think about since moving in the other day . . . and the more time I spend with her, the more the desire seems to grow. If only I could get it out of my system. I just need one damn night with her.
I look up when I hear a little giggle come from the doorway of my room. Tripp is standing there in a pair of small cotton shorts and a tank top. I can see her nipples pressing against the thin fabric of her shirt, and my cock instantly twitches in excitement. What I wouldn’t give to suck them into my mouth and bite them.
“Come downstairs, Stud.” She tilts her head in thought and grips onto the doorframe. “You’ve been up here for the last hour, alone. Have a little fun. Come on.”
Setting down my guitar, I smile as she runs into my room and jumps onto my lap. “You have no idea how happy I am to have you here. It’s all I’ve been able to think about for days.”
Standing up, I pick her up with me and toss her over my shoulder. She slaps my ass, only causing me to want her more. “Let’s have some fun then. I owe you for making you wait so long.”
I keep her over my shoulder while making my way down the stairs. As soon as we enter the kitchen, Lucas cheers and holds up a shot for us to join him.
“There he is. Finally come down to play?”
I arch an eyebrow while setting Tripp down beside me. “I guess so. This really hot chick said I have to. So . . .” I grab one of the shots and hold it up. “Let the fun begin.”
An hour later, we’re all pretty buzzed and talking about the most random shit in the world.
When I look over at Lucas, I find him looking at me as if he’s trying to figure something out. “What?” I ask while throwing my second dart.
Lucas grins before tilting back another shot. “I was just thinking about something.” He nods his head toward Tripp as she sits up from her tanning bed, oblivious to us watching her from across the room. “Have you two ever kissed?”
I pause from throwing my last dart. “Yeah.” I throw it hard at the dartboard. “She was my first kiss.”
Lucas is silent for a second before continuing. “Ever think about fucking her?”
“Are you fucking serious?” I turn to him, my eyes heated. “What the hell are you getting at, Lucas?”
“I want to see you two fuck,” he says without hesitation. “It’s just always something that I’ve wanted to experience with Tripp, but I want it to be with someone that she feels comfortable with. You two have been friends for a long time. There’s no one she trusts more than you.”
I take a long drink of my beer, my heart racing at the thought of me being inside Tripp. “Is this a damn joke?”
“Is what a joke?”
We both look beside us to see Tripp standing there in her bikini, looking so damn beautiful that it’s hard to breathe. How the hell am I supposed to look at her the same after what Lucas has just asked?
Fuck me . . .
“Nothing,” I mutter. “Just Lucas talking some crazy shit that will never happen.”
Tripp turns her gaze to Lucas. “Alright . . . what is Alex talking about?”
Reaching out to grab her waist, Lucas pulls Tripp to him and turns her around so that she’s facing me. “I think it would be really hot for me to watch Alex fuck you. I’m not just saying this because I’ve been drinking. I’ve been thinking about this since he saw me fingering you in the hall. Fuck, it got me so hot, hotter than I’ve ever been. We both had the best sex we’ve ever had after that. You and I both know it.”
I can’t help but to notice the look of desire in Tripp’s eyes before she quickly pulls them away and pushes her way out of Lucas’ arms. “Are you serious, Lucas? Who the hell just comes out and says that?” She runs her hands over her face and then starts playing with her ring. “Alex is my best friend. I can’t sleep with him, especially with you watching. I know we’re all game for a little fun, but that is just crossing an invisible line. That line should never be crossed.”
I really don’t know what to say at this point, so I just grab another beer, twist the top off, and quickly tilt it back.
“That’s why you should do it with Alex. I’m the only person you have had sex with, Tripp. We only have a few weeks to figure things out before everything changes. It will be good for all of us. I get to enjoy watching another guy fuck you and you get to experience sex with someone else before settling down with me. . . . And well, as far as Alex . . . he gets to sleep with you. That’s all the reason he really needs.”
“And if she falls for me?”
Lucas and Tripp both look at me at the same time.
I set my empty bottle down and walk over so that I’m face to face with Lucas. “I’m not ruining thirteen years of friendship just so you or I can get off. She’s worth way more to me than that shit.”
“That won’t happen. It’s a little hard to get intimate when you have someone watching you. Don’t you think? All you have to remember is that it’s just for fun. Nothing more. This could be the hottest experience of all of our lives. Not just mine.”