I never dated much, so I had plenty of time to spend with them. However, I always wondered why Jordan and Alex were with me, instead of going out.
About six months into our friendship, they opened up a conversation that changed everything. They admitted to being attracted to me and wanted us to become a threesome. I had been speechless.
They were extremely handsome, and I had a huge crush on them both, but I had never thought of having more than one partner. My curiosity had gotten the best of me though, and they could be very convincing when they put their minds to it… and their hands… and their mouths. I shivered at the memory of our first time. It had been scary, yet perfect.
Another six months later, and there I sat, thinking we should have never disrupted our friendship. I loved them, and I would have them one more night, but my decision was final. If they didn’t want a true relationship with me, then it would be over.
I jumped up when the doorbell rang, almost toppling over in my four inch heels. Rolling my eyes at myself, I took a deep breath and carefully made my way to the door.
After looking through the peephole and making sure I would not flash some stranger, I pulled the door open. I stood in what I hoped was a sexy pose. I wanted it to be a night none of us would forget, and maybe, they would regret losing me.
As I got my first glimpse of the men, my knees went weak, along with some of my confidence. They could outshine me in the look’s department any day of the week.
I glanced up at Jordan first. His face showed his appreciation of my lingerie, and his blue eyes smoldered down at me with wicked promises. I shivered and let my gaze roam over his body, taking in every delicious inch.
He stood tall, over six feet, with broad shoulders and a muscular physique. His dirty blond hair was cut short, almost buzzed. He had sharp features, a thin nose, high cheekbones, and a chiseled jaw. A wide, supple mouth softened his face, giving him a more interesting look.
A black dress shirt hung loose over tight blue jeans that encased his legs like an eager lover. Instantly jealous, I could not wait to run my hands over his gorgeous body. My gaze finished its journey to his feet, and a tingle went down my spine. I thought it sexy as hell when he went barefoot.
A small movement brought my attention over to Alex. He wore a soft gray T-shirt loose, but not hiding his wide shoulders and muscular chest. His cargo shorts look old and worn. I liked seeing the fine dark hair that scattered over his tanned legs. And I almost moaned when I saw that his feet were also bare. I didn’t have a foot fetish or anything. I just got excited over seeing the slightest bit of flesh these men were willing to reveal.
Though not as tall as Jordan, I still had to lift my chin to look him in the eye. He smiled brightly, showing off his perfect white teeth. His brown eyes sparkled with humor, but he wasn’t laughing at me. Alex was just happy. I’d never met anyone as cheerful.
The two friends couldn’t have been more different. Where Jordan presented himself as serious and controlled, Alex was laid-back and so funny.
A lock of brown hair fell over one of his eyes, and he swept it back. I loved that he grew it out. It was half way to his shoulders and had just enough waves to frame his face. The natural highlights brought out the green and gold flecks in his eyes. Long lashes enhanced their beauty, and I felt myself drowning in them as usual.
Without a word, Alex stepped forward, enfolded me in his arms and lifted me off the floor. I gasped and threw my arms around his neck. He chuckled huskily in my ear as he carried me into the room.
I didn’t wrap my legs around Alex's waist, and my feet bounced off his knees as he moved. I had hoped we would talk first, catch up on what our week had been like. As I stared into Alex's heated expression, I knew that wasn’t going to happen. His gaze had darkened with passion, and there was no mistaking his desire, as the evidence of his arousal pulsed against my thigh.
He carried me to the bedroom, and my heart saddened a little more. Of course we would go to the bedroom, I chided myself. Had I not dressed for just that? However, a part of me continued hoping for more.
My eyes must have given my thoughts away, because Alex stopped just before reaching the bed.
"What’s wrong, Sam?" He asked softly.
That was my chance to tell him how I felt, but as I looked at his face, so full of concern, I couldn’t do it.
I glanced at Jordan standing just behind Alex. His face was set as stone, frozen without expression, a master at hiding his emotions. I realized that if I said anything, the night would be over, and I had needed one more night. Tomorrow, I promised myself, I would end it.
Threading my fingers through Alex's hair, I whispered, "Nothing," before pulling him closer, bringing his lips to mine.