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I lick my top lip and call bullshit. “Not a lot doesn’t mean nothing. Are you too chicken to tell us?”
Wells is silent, but a shit-eating grin grows on his face. And that expression has the same effect on all three of us because we all look at each other before scooting to the edge of the couch and leaning over to stare at him a bit closer.
“What was it Wells said to me the first time—”
Brooks cuts me off. “We can’t make all your dreams come true if we don’t know what they are.”
Wells chuckles, not answering until Brody joins the hunt for this elusive fantasy.
“Baby.”
It’s one word. But the way Brody says it, so gently, but with heat attached as if there’s a promise in it, draws Wells’ eyes before he caves.
“I used to have this dream that we’re all a tangled mess in bed.”
Brooks smirks. “So, our life?”
“Shut up and let me finish.” Wells laughs. “In the fantasy, we’ve been kissing for hours. The kind of kissing where your lips feel swollen and used—”
As he speaks, the room suddenly begins to feel smaller and more charged.
“We’re exploring each other’s bodies without limits. But after a while, two of us start getting a little bit more serious—”
We’re listening on bated breath. I blink slowly, feeling my lips part.
Wells plays with the block on his stomach, turning it around and around in his hands. “—and the one of us we’re leaving out gets mad.”
Brody shifts his head to look at Brooks and me, whispering, “Who knew Wells had a baby-girl kink?”
“I heard that, dick.” Wells laughs, lifting his hand and flipping Brody off. “Anyway…you guys fight over me until you decide as my punishment that I’ll be denied any pleasure while you two fuck me front to back.”
The picture in my head has me wishing I had underwear on because if Brooks were to reach under this shirt again, he’d find a slick surprise.
I’m about to tell Wells how relatable his fantasy is, but Brody speaks first.
“That block said to confess something nobody knows. We’ve done that.”
Goddamn. Why’d they have to do all the fun stuff before me. So rude.
Wells ignores him for a second before he sighs. “I wasn’t done. You two are so impatient.” His eyes lock on mine. “You’re the only good one.”
I smile, then stick my tongue out at Brooks, who pokes my side.
Wells continues. “Lately, that dream’s been more crowded.”
Oh.
“Instead of Brody behind me,” Wells says huskier, “it’s you, Margot. You’re pegging me while Brody sucks me off. And I do the same to Brooks.”
Minus the music, you could hear a pin drop in the room.
I’m not sure what to say. My head volleys between Brody and Brooks, who seem as affected as I feel.
Brody spreads his legs, adjusting himself, and I can see that he’s hard. And his eyes haven’t left Wells.
My lips fold over my teeth as I press them together because I’m thinking back to the story my sister told me about her and Scottie. The idea seemed so far away from my reality that if someone had told me that a week later, I’d be almost nude in three guys’ living room, wondering if I could Amazon Prime a strap-on, I would’ve called them a liar.
When the silence doesn’t die out, Wells pushes up to his elbows, staring back at the three of us as if he’s just told us a story about eating corn.
