After the clapping ceased, Jamie turned toward me. “Welcome to our first date.”
“We’ve already been on our first date,” I corrected, grinning.
“The three of us haven’t.”
“True.”
Her dark eyes flashed with heat. “I suspect this one’s going to be even better than the ones leading up to it.”
That would be something considering our dates had been pretty damn memorable. I certainly didn’t have any complaints. Then again, if there was naked This or That—or naked anything, for that matter—yeah, probably. But I did want to know what direction Jamie’s thoughts were going, so I said, “How do you figure?”
Her smile was like sunshine. “Because the three of us are here. Together.”
Well, when she put it that way…
I caught Edge’s gaze. The memories of the other night flashed in my mind. The way he’d walked into my hotel room and kissed me like the world was ending. Although our interaction had ended after that, I figured it was safe to say, neither of us would’ve been disappointed if it hadn’t.
I wasn’t sure why he was holding back, but it was obvious he was. From Jamie and from me. Perhaps he was giving us time to let it all sink in. I could’ve told him we didn’t need it. The longer he held out, the harder he was making this.
“Do you want to stay here?” Jamie asked, her gaze bouncing back and forth between us. “Have another glass of wine and watch some more of what they’re laying down?”
“Or…?” I prompted, glancing at Edge, then back to her.
She shrugged.
Edge was the one who spoke up. “Or we could go back to my place, share a pizza, watch a movie, and … see where the night takes us.”
“Yes,” Jamie said immediately, smiling at me. “What he said.”
I leaned toward her, kept my voice low enough no one else could hear. “You know that you’ve changed the program by inviting me here, right?”
She nodded.
Edge leaned in. “Which means slow is no longer on the menu.”
We were clearly on the same page there.
I heard the rasp of Jamie’s sharp inhale. “Yes, I know.”
“As long as you’re aware of that,” I told her, “then I’m game for whatever the two of you want.”
When I looked up at Edge, I knew what he expected would happen tonight. The question was… Did Jamie fully understand what she was getting herself into?
NINE
EDGE
THIS NIGHT WAS NOT GOING THE WAY I’d intended.
Your end goal wasn’t to get Jamie and Cav alone so you could punish them for tempting you?
Fine. Whatever.
That might’ve been something I’d contemplated a time or two, but not tonight.
Then again, I wasn’t sure I really had a solid plan when I texted Jamie. Drinks, conversation. That had been on the menu, yeah. I simply wanted to see her, didn’t matter when or where.
What I hadn’t expected was to be taking her back to my place. Having Cav along for the ride was a bonus, but not on the initial blueprint, either.
What the fuck was I thinking?
“A limo,” Cav said with a smirk. “Goin’ all out, are ya?”
I was tempted to flip him off, but I refrained.
Once the two of them were settled inside, I gave Ed the instructions to take a scenic route back to my apartment, then climbed in behind them.
The walls of the limo suddenly closed in around me, suffocating me with a constant reminder that I was moving this in a direction I wasn’t sure I was ready for.
Stop thinking too hard. Just get them naked already.
I didn’t trust myself in an intimate setting with Jamie, so this was risky. She tested my limits and I didn’t know how she managed. There was too much tension if you asked me. Between me and her, her and Cav, me and Cav. It was there, a sizzling undercurrent that none of us could completely ignore. There was only one way I saw it ending and I was in no hurry to move things along. Not that I didn’t want to get her naked and bury myself inside the tight sheath of her body. Oh, I definitely wanted that. More than air.
So what’s the problem?
As far as I was concerned, there were three:
1. Jamie was a virgin.
2. Jamie was twelve years younger than me.
3. Jamie was not a submissive.
If we pursued this, where was it going to lead?
Maybe you could come up with a list of negatives for Cav while you’re at it. Fuck it all up in six bullet points instead of three.
1. Cav was a Dom.
2. Cav was my best friend.
3. Cav was not disposable.
But Jamie is?
No. And that was another problem, damn it.
I didn’t have enough fingers and toes to count the number of submissives I’d been with only once and then moved on, whether by my choice or theirs. When in the club, there was a certain expectation. Or lack of, perhaps. Unless you were coupled up, one-night stands were common practice. After a night of play, you would continue to see that person week after week, month after month, sometimes with little to no interaction.
