“What about the party?” she gasped, already getting into this.
“We’ll go back…” I muttered, kissing her neck.
I didn’t really care about the party, honestly. It was more or less an excuse to take a night off, get drunk, and celebrate the fact that instead of heading for divorce, Devi and I were staying together. Plus, my inheritance.
But this part of the celebration was mandatory…
I started undoing my pants, and she asked me suddenly, “If you could go anywhere, where would you go?”
I drifted my other hand up her thigh. “Up your skirt…”
She laughed softly and I smiled.
“Would you rather be racing cars,” she asked me, as I slid my hand between her legs and started rubbing her clit through her panties, “or surfing on that beach in Australia?”
“If you were there?” I shoved my pants down. “Either.”
“You have to pick one.”
“Surfing.”
“Even though you’re bad at it?”
“Even though I’m bad at it,” I said, pressing my hard dick up against her backside.
She sighed a little as I increased the pressure between her legs.
Lately, I’d been loving the get-to-know-each-other part of our relationship. We’d largely skipped over that part during the whirlwind fake marriage that turned into a real marriage. So, we had a lot to make up for.
And Devi was loving it, too.
“Hockey or football?” she said, trying to hang onto the conversation as my fingers massaged between her legs.
“Fuck,” I grumbled, meeting her eyes in the mirror. “Football.”
She raised an eyebrow at me. “Natalie Portman or Scarlett Johansson?”
I gave her a devious look and tugged down her panties. “Can’t I have both?”
“You can have neither,” she informed me as my fingers drifted back up her thigh toward her pussy. “Wait.”Her dark eyes went wide. “Is that, like, a thing of yours? Two women at once?”
“What?”
“Like the sex tape.”
I sighed, my fingers pausing their exploration. “I thought we’d forgotten about that rather nicely.”
“Oh, we haven’t forgotten.Shit.” Her eyes held mine in the mirror. “I can’t believe I never asked you that before. Are you planning to bring some other girl home to join us one day? ’Cause I’ve gotta tell you, Dane. I don’t want a wife.”
“Please. I can hardly handle one of you.”
“That is true…”
“The three-way was their idea, Devi,” I said gently. “And as you know, Laurinda set it up.”
“Yeah,” she said softly, like she felt bad reminding me of that part.
“I wasn’t looking to pick up two women at once. But…” I kissed her neck again, “don’t tell me if you were drunk at some party and two hot dudes, who were there together, wanted to screw you, you wouldn’t be like,Maybe I’ll just give this a taste…”