The Perfect Fit: A stand-alone why choose romance(16)

I nod, fascinated by their dynamic. I had no freaking clue they were together like that, but I guess what they do in private is their business. And maybe mine now too? “I’m a bottom by the way. Just FYI.”

For some reason that makes Xander and West laugh, and even Zeke shows a trace of amusement.

“What? Some women top.”

At this point, West slides off his stool and walks around the island. He stands so close to me that I can smell his fresh masculine scent, and it makes the space between my legs ache with need.

“If you agree to this, Lily, there’s not a single scenario where it won’t be you getting fucked by one of us. We know you’re a bottom, princess.”

I swallow hard. Holy cow, I so want to be fucked by all three of them. I mean not all at the same time—or maybe at the same time? Shaking my head to clear it, I wonder what the hell is wrong with me. I breathe in West’s scent, and it must scramble my senses because I’m actually considering this. “H-how long do I have to make a decision?”

He leans closer, his lips dusting over my hair. I think he’s going to kiss me, but he reaches behind me and grabs my glass from the counter. “Take a few days.”

Licking my lips, I nod.

His cloudy gray eyes narrow on my face. “We’re discreet about our lifestyle, Lily. Whether you agree to this or not, we ask that you keep this to yourself.”

“Of course,” I assure him. What I don’t tell him is that keeping secrets is my thing. That I have so many secrets of my own, I sometimes forget what the truth is supposed to be.





Chapter

Twelve





WEST


Zeke disappeared straight after dinner, claiming he had work to do, but Xander and I know him well enough to know that he’s freaking out. Lily is better than we could have hoped or imagined. This thing with her might actually have a shot, and that scares the shit out of him. Because he really fucking likes this one.

I walk Lily down the hallway toward the guest room. Xander got to take her home last night, and the charming little fucker kissed her, so it’s my turn to escort her to bed. I stuff my hands into my pockets to stop myself from touching her. She’s covered from her neck to her fucking toes, but in some ways that’s worse because I can’t stop thinking about peeling those clothes off her body and running my hands over every goddamn inch of her skin.

My cock aches for a little relief, and it would be so fucking easy to slide myself inside her and stay there until sunrise. She glances sideways at me, a shy smile on her lips. Her dark eyelashes flutter against her pink cheeks.

“You have any more questions?” We spent the last hour discussing our likes and dislikes—most of them anyway; we left out Zeke’s particular kinks for now—and what the expectations would be if she took us up on our offer.

She sinks her teeth into her soft bottom lip. “No. I think you explained everything.”

“Okay. Good.” I come to a stop outside the guest room, and she peers inside.

“Wow. That’s a big bed,” she says with a soft laugh, and my cock jumps in my pants. She’s not inviting us into it, asshole.

“Actually, I do have one question.” Her voice sounds like a purr and only makes me want her more.

“Yeah?”

“What you’re asking is a huge commitment, and we don’t even know if we’re …” Her cheeks turn a deeper shade of pink.

I take a step closer, and I don’t miss the way her breath hitches. “Don’t know if we’re what?”

“Compatible,” she whispers.

“Wasn’t that what tonight was for? I think we all got along pretty well.”

She presses her lips together, and I enjoy watching her squirm. “I didn’t mean that kind of compatible.”

She shivers when I grip her chin and tilt her head. “We’re all adults here, Lily. If you can’t even say the words, how are you going to survive the three of us?”

Her eyes burn into mine, and she hardens her gaze. “Sexually, I mean.”

I dip my head and dust my lips over hers. She lets out the sweetest, sexiest moan I think I’ve ever heard in my entire goddamn life. The skin on her neck now matches her face. Her pupils are blown wide. I have no idea how far I should take this, but she’s driving me fucking crazy, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop once I start. “How wet are you right now?”

She blinks, and that cute blush deepens further. “What?”

“You heard me, Lily. You’re concerned about us being sexually compatible.” I edge closer until my body is pressed against hers, and there’s no way she can’t feel my hard cock rubbing on her stomach. “You can see and feel how hot I am for you, so I think it’s only fair that you give me some indication of how much you want me.”

“Yes, but …” The words come out as a pant, her breaths coming faster.

“I know you’re turned on. I can tell by your breathing and how your pupils are so big that I can barely see the green in your eyes anymore, but tell me …” I run a fingertip across her jawline and down her collarbone. “How wet are you?”

She flutters her long eyelashes but keeps her gaze trained on my face. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”