Matt knew something was up when Savannah suggested they go to one of the busiest bars in San Diego for their next date. The past week, they’d gotten closer than ever, and he’d started looking forward to their non-sex moments. He usually did most of the talking, but eventually he’d gotten Savannah to open up and tell him more about her life. She even confessed about her cheerleading days, which he teased her about mercilessly. Somehow he couldn’t imagine her doing cartwheels and shouting “B-E aggressive!” to a crowd of high school football fans.
Each time she revealed something personal, though, she immediately pulled back, and this morning, when they’d made plans to meet up tonight, he’d heard the unmistakable distance in her voice. He knew Annabelle had been at the shop earlier in the afternoon to go over some wedding details, and he wondered if Annabelle had done something to upset her. Somehow he couldn’t imagine that happening. In fact, he was pretty sure he knew exactly why Savannah was acting the way she was.
They were getting too close for her comfort.
Pushing the thought aside, he focused on Savannah, who was sipping on a vodka-cranberry cocktail and laughing at the antics of a few younger guys arguing over by the pool table. Again, he knew why she’d suggested the Sand Bar for tonight’s date. The place was loud and always filled to capacity, offering pretty much the opposite of an intimate atmosphere. This bar was one of his favorite dives—he came here often with the guys—but it wasn’t the place to have a real conversation, which was something he’d been looking forward to all day. He knew this was Savannah’s way of distancing herself, though. She’d been doing it ever since the beach. The sex was still as hot and passionate as before, but the emotional barrier Savannah kept in front of her heart had only seemed to grow higher.
“I’m in the mood for something different tonight,” Savannah announced, a sensual smile curving her mouth.
Matt’s guard shot up. “What kind of different?” He had to raise his voice over the din.
Her gaze swept over the throng of bodies in the bar. She lingered for a moment on a tall, blond-haired guy wearing a Chargers football jersey. “Him, maybe? What do you think, is he good in bed?”
Uneasiness washed through him. “What are you suggesting, darlin’?”
She shrugged, and the loose wide-necked shirt she wore slid down, revealing her bare shoulder. “Might be fun to have some company tonight.”
A threesome. Christ, she was actually suggesting a goddamn threesome.
His first instinct was to shout “hell no”. Not that he was a prude or anything. He and Ryan had indulged in plenty of threesomes. So had he and Aidan Rhodes. Yet Savannah’s proposition absolutely floored him. Especially since he knew it was just another part of her plan to push him away. She probably expected him to balk at the idea, storm out in disgust.
Or…maybe she was actually serious.
He couldn’t deny that he’d met his match in the form of Savannah Harte. She loved sex just as much as he did, and she was always quick to initiate a fun way to spice things up. Like the other night, when they’d ordered that Chinese food and she proceeded to lick low mein noodles off his stomach. She definitely knew how to have a good time.
So did he. Usually. But right now…shit, was she serious or should he call her bluff?
He decided to test the waters first.
“You want some random guy to join us tonight?” There was a sharp edge to his voice.
Her gray eyes twinkled. “Why not? According to Annabelle, you’re no stranger to threesomes.”
“Annabelle told you about that night?”
“Yup. And she also said it wasn’t an isolated incident, for you, anyway.” Savannah leaned forward with a teasing expression, and the neckline of her shirt sagged lower, revealing her creamy-white cleavage.
Trying not to look at those mouthwatering tits, Matt kept his gaze on her face, studying her. “Threesomes can be entertaining,” he said neutrally.
“Exactly. So let’s do it.”
Before he could respond, a familiar voice sounded from behind, and then Aidan Rhodes strode up to their table. “O’Connor,” he said, raising his beer in greeting. “What’s going on, bro?” He noticed Savannah and grinned, the dimples in his cheeks popping out. “Who’s your beautiful friend?”
Interest flickered across Savannah’s face as she appraised Aidan. Matt wondered if she found Rhodes attractive. He wasn’t into guys, but even he had to admit that Rhodes had it going on. Six feet tall, strong jaw, perpetual stubble, and of course, those dimples. Annabelle had once told Matt that women loved dimples.