Then her fingers are on me again. I’m staring down at her thick, fluttering lashes and tight black curls. She’s beautiful, and I realize that if I wanted to, I could fuck her right here, right now. I mean…that’s why she brought me in here. I don’t believe for one second it was about the lighting. She’s playing her cards strong, and I’ve never had a woman have to try this hard.
Her eyes skate upward, landing on my face. “How about that tour?”
“You want to take me on a tour?” I ask.
“I’ll show you whatever you want,” she replies, her nails dragging across my pecs. Then she leans in to press her lips against my chest, and I curse my stupid, rotten luck. My head hangs back as I practically growl with frustration.
Placing my hands on her arms, I gently nudge her backward. “Fuck, I’m so sorry I have to do this.”
“Then, don’t,” she replies, pushing back against me. Her fingers hang onto the waistband of my pants, and I grit my teeth.
“Silla, you are unbelievably beautiful, and I wish I could do this…but I’m sort of with someone.”
“Where is she?”
“It’s complicated,” I reply, running my hands through my hair. “And I’ll be honest, I don’t even know what I’m doing or what we are, but I just can’t be with anyone else right now.”
Her shoulders sag. “Of course, you’re a gentleman.”
A laugh bursts from my lips. “Hardly. In fact, I’m a fucking scoundrel. I wish I could show you how much of one I am, but these people…this person…is important to me.”
She’s staring at my face with a gentle squint, and finally her eyes widen and her mouth forms an O shape. “Oh…it’s them, isn’t it? The couple.”
I open my mouth to protest because it’s not something I was prepared to own up to, but then I realize I don’t know this woman. She doesn’t know me or the club or anything, so she’s actually the best person to confide in.
“Actually…yes.”
She nods with a tight smile. “Both of them?”
“No…just her, sort of.”
“Sort of?”
“Well…he wants to watch,” I add with a grimace.
“Oh, kinky,” she replies with a laugh. “But that doesn’t mean you belong to them.”
“I know, I know. But I can’t be sleeping with her and other people.”
Silla’s brow furrows. “For how long?”
“I guess that’s the question.”
“How long have you been sleeping with her?” she asks, and I wince.
“I haven’t yet.”
“I see…” she replies with an inquisitive expression, like she’s trying to figure all of this out. Good luck…even I don’t understand it. “So let me get this straight. It’s just about sex, right?”
“Right.”
“And you want to do this?”
“Of course,” I answer.
“So…what’s the problem?”
“The problem is that these are my best friends and I want this as much as they do, but what am I going to do when it’s over? What if I lose them over this?”
She steps back and twists her lips in thought. “But what if you gain them?”
“Huh?”
With a sigh, she takes a seat on the end of the bed and stares at me. “If it’s possible to lose them, then isn’t it just as possible that you gain them?”
“We’re already best friends. How could I gain them?”
“Ugh…don’t be so dense. You know exactly what I mean!”
I do, but…that thought is so far from my mind. This is just sex. It’s just a kinky thing Hunter wants. It’s not like I’m going to join…or be in their relationship or whatever. I don’t even know what that would be called.
“No,” I reply, shaking my head. “These are my best friends. And what we’re doing is just sex. We’re not going to become a throuple or anything.”
“You don’t want that?” she asks. My eyes squint and stare up at the ceiling as I think about it.
No, I don’t want that. I don’t want to settle down…although if I did, it would be with someone like Isabel.
“It doesn’t matter. He’s not bisexual. How would that even work? We’d both be with her?”
She shrugs. “Sure.”
“But that’s his wife.”