Three Little Words

“What about me?” I teased.

“You’re my favorite gentleman.”

“And me?” Wren said.

“My favorite gentle— uh… woman?”

“I can live with that.”

“Aren’t we just a happy foursome,” Trip said.

Christy gulped and looked at me. “He said foursome.”

“Feels good in your mouth, doesn’t it?”

“Oh my gosh!” She gave Wren a nervous look. “You promised to keep the wine going, remember? You promised.” She looked up at me. “You promised too.”

“Right you are.” I handed her my half-full glass.

She only sipped from it, but it seemed to settle her nerves.

“Okay, that’s probably enough teasing.” I put my arm around her and

pulled her to my side. “For now, at least.”

“There’ll be more later?”

“Absolutely.” “Oh, definitely,” Wren and I said at the same time. We shared a grin, and Christy held out her glass.

“More, please.”

“My pleasure.” Wren opened the other bottle and topped off Christy’s glass. Then she topped off the rest of our glasses and settled against Trip’s side. “I don’t know about you all,” she said, “but I’m having a wonderful evening.”

“And I’m going to,” Christy said quietly.

Chapter 16

We didn’t linger outside after we finished the second bottle of wine. The sexual tension was nearly as thick as the clouds of steam from the hot tub, so we headed upstairs after a quick rinse in the shower. Christy and I climbed into bed and made out for a while, but she was too preoccupied, especially when we started hearing sounds of sex from the master bedroom.

Trip and Wren weren’t being loud, but the inside of the cabin was really one big open space, with only partition walls between rooms. We couldn’t hear individual words—not with the doors closed, at least—but we heard every squeak, bump, and moan.

I offered my hard-on to Christy as a distraction. We lost track of time as she sucked me, but we went right back to waiting as soon as I came. The master bedroom had gone quiet, and each minute stretched into an eternity.

“Did she say when she was going to be here?” Christy asked.

“No, sorry. Just… after she took care of Trip.”

The sounds of round two started up.

I chuckled and stuffed another pillow behind my head. Then I scooted up and leaned against them.

“How can you be so calm?” Christy demanded.

“I just am.” I gestured for her to join me, and she reluctantly laid her head on my chest. “I’ve done this before,” I added. “Remember?”

“You had two girlfriends. I know. You won’t let me forget.”

I shrugged. I couldn’t change my past.

“And they aren’t the only ones you’ve done this with, Mr. Harem.”

“Um… no. Does that bother you?”

She knew I was trying to distract her, but she decided to go along.

“Maybe a little, but only ’cause you’re so nonchalant about it. This is a big deal to me.”

“Why? You’ve done it before.”

“But never with a guy too.” She thought about it a moment. “Well, that isn’t entirely true.”

My eyebrows flew up. I hadn’t seen that coming.

“Lani’s brother used to spy on us. Ooh,” she chuckled, low and suggestive, “that got someone’s attention.”

“Why don’t you give him some more?”

“That’s your answer to everything, isn’t it?” she said, although she moved her hand to my cock. It was already thick with arousal, and it quickly filled with blood as she began stroking it.

“Are you complaining?”

“No. Just making an observation.”

“Okay. So, you were talking about Lani and her brother…?”

“I was, Mr. Pervert.”

“Hey, watch who you call a pervert.”

“Sorry. I was just kidding.”

“I know. But I’m a little sensitive about that word.”

“Note to self…,” she said. “Anyway, yeah, Peter used to spy on Lani and me. Sometimes we… um… put on a show.”

“Hold on, I thought you were private about sex.”

“I am! But… maybe I’m a bit of an exhibitionist too. Nothing like you,”

she added hastily, “but it’s fun when someone watches. Besides, Peter and I… um… did things too.”

“Such as…?”

“Duh! What do you think? He’s one of the six. Mmm hmm,” she added when she felt my surprise, “number two.”

“Ah, so brother and sister were your boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“Um, no, not exactly. Lani was only my girlfriend in private. We were just friend-friends at school. Obviously. Peter was two years ahead of us, so he didn’t hang out with us. And he was never my boyfriend, in public or private. I guess you’d say he was my fellatio-friend. Wow, you really like it when I say that word.”

“Yeah, I do. Back to Peter, though. Why wasn’t he your boyfriend?”

“My dad didn’t want me to have one till I turned sixteen. My mom was

more reasonable, but that was one of the few times she couldn’t convince him. It was totally unfair, too. My brothers had girlfriends when they were in grade school.”

“You’re his only daughter.”