It didn’t take long for Matt and Annabelle to hit it off, though Ryan wasn’t surprised. Matt was the most laidback guy Ryan had ever met, and Annabelle, well, she was thoroughly entertaining. By the time the next round of beers was polished off, the three of them were laughing like old friends. Matt regaled them with stories about his trip home, and Annabelle told them about one of the worst weddings her company had ever planned, something involving feathers and swans and a very drunk uncle.
Annabelle’s cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, but Ryan knew she wasn’t drunk. Tipsy, maybe, but not drunk. Neither was he, and he’d noticed Annabelle admiring Matt several times in the past hour. Again, he wasn’t concerned. He was, however, curious to see how far she was willing to go. He’d meant what he said in the hospital—he was having fun acting out all the fantasies on her list. And he knew she was having fun too. Except that she kept insisting the list didn’t mean anything.
Which he knew was a total lie.
When Matt left the room to take a quick shower, claiming he was grimy from his trip and now sweaty from the three beers he’d consumed, Ryan joined Annabelle on the sofa and said, “Do you think he’s attractive?”
She set down her beer bottle, furrowing her eyebrows. “Matt? Well, sure. Why are you asking?”
Ryan slid closer and placed his hand on her thigh. “I thought maybe he’d be a good candidate for number three.”
His remark got him a pair of wide brown eyes. “Are you crazy? That’s…just wrong.”
He offered a wry look. “And why is that wrong?”
Annabelle squirmed a little, and he wondered if she was squirming from discomfort or arousal. Probably the latter, though she probably wouldn’t admit it. “Threesomes are…sleazy. No?”
“Technically, what you wrote isn’t a threesome.” He bent close to her ear and said, “You said you wanted to get fucked by another man while I watch.”
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. “I didn’t say I wanted that… I just…” She looked away.
Ryan grasped her chin with one hand and made her look at him. “Why did you write the list, Annabelle?”
“I told you already.” Her cheeks turned pink again. “I wanted to show Bryce all the things I’d be willing to do.”
“Willing to do, or dying to do?”
Her blush deepened.
“There’s nothing wrong with wanting to do wicked things,” he teased.
“Okay, yeah, maybe some wicked things, like sex in the hospital, or on the floor, but having sex with another guy…that’s so slutty.” Embarrassment flickered in her eyes.
“Says who? Who decides what’s slutty, what’s right or wrong when it comes to sex?” Ryan shook his head. “As long as all the parties involved are consenting adults, why should it matter?”
Annabelle gulped. “Have you…and Matt…done stuff together before, with a woman?”
“Yes,” he said honestly. “Does that bother you?”
Annabelle’s heart was pounding hard in her chest. How did Ryan always manage to catch her off-guard? She hadn’t doubted he was a ladies man, or that he’d probably slept with dozens of women, but somehow she hadn’t imagined him in any threeways.
“No. I mean, I don’t think so.” She froze for a moment. “Wait—did you and Matt and Christina…?”
“Yeah.”
She bit the inside of her cheek. Wow. She couldn’t picture Christina with Ryan and Matt. Christina didn’t seem like the type. But along with surprise, Annabelle experienced a wave of envy. Jeez, was she actually jealous that her friend had been fucked by two guys at once?
Annabelle glanced at Ryan, then Matt, who had just strolled back into the living room wearing a pair of faded jeans and no shirt. No, it wasn’t just two guys that appealed to her. It was these two in particular.
“It turns you on, doesn’t it?” Ryan said in a low voice.
But not low enough. “What turns you on?” Matt asked instantly, swiveling his head toward Annabelle as he sank back into his chair.
To her horror, Ryan answered for her. “Doing you while I watch,” he said to his roommate.
Matt’s jaw fell open. Then a sexy little smile lifted the corners of his mouth. “For real?”
Annabelle met his deep green eyes. She found herself nodding.
Matt looked intrigued. “Huh. Okay then. Let’s do it.”
Her breath jammed in her throat like a wad of chewing gum. Oh God. She couldn’t believe he’d just said that. And she couldn’t believe how quickly her body responded. Her nipples hardened into two tight buds, straining against her halter top. Both men immediately zeroed in on the sight, which only made the tingling worse. She wished she’d worn a bra. She wished Ryan had never seen that list.
“Well?” Ryan said, meeting her eyes. “What do you think?”
Think? Her head wasn’t capable of producing thoughts right now. She’d turned into a pile of mush on the couch, her pussy aching so badly she squeezed her legs together. What was happening to her? Ever since she’d met Ryan, she’d become a total sex addict. And Matt wasn’t helping her condition. He was as gorgeous as Ryan, and…yep, just as well-endowed, she noted as she saw an impressive hard-on pushing against his jeans.
“I…this is crazy,” she finally blurted out.
“What’s wrong with crazy?” Matt said in that charming Southern accent.