Josh smiles slightly. “You had your whole life planned out when you were sixteen?”
“Are you surprised?”
“Not at all.” He spears a piece of tomato. “Your parents must be proud.”
“I think they’re a bit confused that I went to such a fancy school and came out determined to sell undies, but they’re supportive. I don’t see them much.”
“You’re not close?”
“I just… don’t have time. I don’t even remember the last time I had a day off.”
“You should see them,” Josh says quietly. “I bet they miss you.”
I glance across at him. “What about you? How does your family feel about you talking about handcuffs and squirting on the internet?”
“My brother thinks it’s hilarious. My dad…” he pauses for a moment, his face glossing over. “He’s…”
“A total prick,” Zack supplies.
Josh nods. “He has informed me on multiple occasions that having a son who runs an ‘agony aunt’ column is deeply embarrassing. But I don’t exactly care about his opinion. He’s a terrible person.”
Crap. “And your mum?” I follow up, almost scared to ask.
Josh doesn’t say anything, spinning his water glass between his fingers. I may be socially stunted, but I know how to take a hint, so I turn to Zack. “What about your parents?”
“They don’t mind me doin’ the podcast,” he says happily. “I think they’re still kinda sad I’m not playing rugby, though. It was my dream ever since I was a kid. They were as cut up as me when I injured my knee.”
“Did you have to get surgery?”
“Oh, aye.” He yanks up the ankle of his dress trousers, showing me the long scar striping down the front of his knee.
I trace my finger over the raised skin. “I wish I could’ve seen you play rugby.”
“I’m glad you didn’t, love. I was a prick back then.”
“You’re a prick now,” I say kindly. “Does it still hurt?”
He smiles, but it doesn’t meet his eyes. “S’fine.”
“It sometimes still gives out,” Josh says drily. “I keep telling him to get it checked out, but he won’t listen.”
“Hate hospitals,” Zack mutters. “It’s fine.”
I lean against his side. “I’m sorry you had to stop playing. That must have been awful.”
He looks pathetic. “It was. Sometimes I even amaze myself with my own bravery and resilience. Will you kiss me better?”
“I guess I have to,” I sigh, setting down my plate. “You are my boyfriend. Get here, then.”
“Nice,” Zack mutters, dropping his trouser leg and pulling my mouth roughly to his.
I kiss him back hard, melting against him. It’s hard to imagine that one week ago, I thought I didn’t like kissing. I think I could kiss Josh and Zack all day and not get enough. As Zack gently nudges my mouth open, licking into me, I feel my belly flip, warmth spreading through me.
Suddenly, I feel another hot mouth on my neck. I gasp as Josh presses in behind me, trailing a line of soft, sucking kisses down my throat. Immediately, my whole body goes into overdrive. If getting kissed by one guy was hot, being kissed by two men, my body sandwiched between theirs, is practically orgasmic. I have to force back a shiver as Josh licks a hot line down the side of my throat. I can already feel my underwear getting damp as arousal coils inside me. My head starts to spin. I can’t get enough air in.
“Layla,” Josh mutters into my skin.
I turn to face him blindly, crashing our lips together. He inhales sharply, then kisses me back, hard. We surge into each other. On my other side, Zack’s hands curve over my hips. I shiver as his big fingers slip under the hem of my shirt, sending goosebumps streaking over my skin. I arch into him. Zack gets the message, reaching up to cup one of my breasts in one big hand. I start to pant slightly as Josh touches my face, kissing me harder. Our mouths roll together, slow and sensual, tugging at each other as Zack’s hand climbs my chest. When his thumb finally strokes over my tingling nipple, I can’t stop the moan that falls out of me, my whole body starting to shake.
Josh jerks away like I’ve burned him, his cheeks flaming.
“Do… you want dessert?” He says quickly. “I’ve got ice cream.” He jumps to his feet. “Let me just get it.”
He disappears into the kitchenette. I watch him go, gasping. “Crap. Did we go too far?”