Theirs to Keep
Maybe that’s why it all worked out for us. Why there was no jealousy, no competition. The three of us were a team, always had been. And in dating Madison, we learned that nothing beat this particular lifestyle — at least for us — no matter how strange or unorthodox it might’ve looked to the outside world.
“So now you know pretty much everything about us,” I told her with a sigh. “So when exactly do we get to learn about you?”
Karissa looked back at me, all blue eyes and long lashes. I thought I saw something shift in the light behind her eyes.
“Eventually,” she said coyly.
“Not right now?”
She crossed her legs at the knees, a move that caus
ed her sundress to ride a little higher. There was so much skin exposed it was wholly distracting. Which of course was exactly what she wanted.
“Maybe later,” she said. “Right now Camden and I planned to hit the couch and watch half a movie.”
“Half a movie?”
“Give or take,” she smiled wickedly. “You’re invited of course, if you care to join us.”
My gaze shifted and I saw the look in Camden’s eye. It was more than familiar.
“Why only half a movie?” I had to ask.
Karissa giggled and stood up. Bouncing her way toward the exit, she extended one hand back toward each of us.
“Because for the other half you’ll be inside me.”
Thirty-Eight
KARISSA
Sweet Home Alabama was my all-time favorite movie. Reese Witherspoon, one of my favorite rom-com actresses. The chemistry between she and Josh Lucas, the dreamy-eyed male lead, was nothing short of amazing. Whenever I happened across it, I stopped flipping channels immediately.
Tonight however, the three of us didn’t make it even a quarter of the way through.
MMMmmmmm…
My lips parted as Bryce kissed me again, forcing his tongue deep into my mouth. I’d been kissing Camden, only seconds earlier. The back and forth trading of my mouth to theirs was making me sopping wet, each of them equally sexy and sensual, but also so radically different.
Bryce was forceful and frenzied — a byproduct of his own unbridled excitement. When he held me he possessed me, and I found myself whimpering into his mouth whenever he drew me in.
On the other side of the coin was Camden, whose kisses were tortuously slow and sweet. His touch was electric, and his hands always seemed to settle over the most shiver-inducing places on my body. Making out with him was like falling into something warm and leisurely and wonderful…
“Feel how wet she is.”
We were still on the couch, and I was nestled between them. Bryce lifted one of my legs over his massive thigh, and Camden did the same on the other side. This spread me even further open. It stretched my panties, which they’d rolled down my legs ten minutes earlier, even tighter around my ankles.
“Holy shit.”
Bryce’s hand took the place of Camden’s, and two thick fingers plunged inside me. They sawed in and out, slowly and deliberately, while Camden tilted my chin and took over kissing me again.
This is fucking ridiculous.
It wasn’t even strong enough an adjective, to be honest. Kissing them was hot. Having them play with my pussy, even hotter. I arched my back as the fingers went deeper, moaning into Camden’s mouth as his free hand began playing with my nipples through the fabric of my sundress, which was already hiked up around my waist.
“Karissa…”
Camden murmured the word into my ear, the heat of his breath sending a lightning bolt of pleasure down my left side. I whimpered softly, not even knowing what to say.