Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
I suppose all I can do is hope that I’ll get this out of my system. The group sex. The excitement I feel when Beckett and I are teaming up to make a woman whimper with pleasure. I like having him there. I like it when he watches. I like it all.
Beckett doesn’t want a girlfriend, let alone marriage. The notion probably makes him nauseous. I’ve never been dumped, so I don’t know what it’s like, but I’ve also never loved a girl enough to care whether she dumped me.
I was shocked, not gonna lie, when I realized how deeply Beckett loved his ex. The guy was head over heels for her. Worshipped her for four years, his entire high school experience, and she ripped his heart out.
I don’t blame him for doing a one-eighty once he hit college. He’s a fuckboy now and utterly unapologetic about it. He doesn’t want to be in love. Doesn’t want a serious relationship.
But I’m not Beck. I do want that. And I know that once I find someone, a woman I feel the same way about that Beckett felt about his ex, I can’t have my best friend be a fixture in our bedroom. No woman would ever be okay with that, and I wouldn’t fault her for it.
“I guess I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it,” I finally say. “For now, I’m just enjoying life. I’m not in a hurry to figure everything out.”
“I hear you.” Case chuckles. “Honestly, I sort of admire the way you can keep things so simple. I’m over here still beating myself up over the past, and you’re out there living.”
“We all deal with shit differently, man. Just don’t let the past mess with your future, you know?”
Things are starting to feel a bit too heavy, so we put on a video game, the latest release from Orcus Games, which features the most jaw-dropping artwork I’ve ever seen in an RPG. Hats off to the designer.
Case heads home a couple hours later, but I keep playing until my phone lights up with a message. I pause the game to check it, discovering it’s from the girl Beck’s been chatting with.
I scan their chat history, and my dick thickens. Okay. Yeah. That’s hot.
Her newest message says, Hey, either of you around?
Setting aside the game controller, I lean back against the couch cushions with my phone in hand. I figure it’s as good a time as any to introduce myself.
ME:
Yup. It’s Lars.
CHARLIE:
Ooooh! I finally meet the mysterious Lars.
ME:
Mysterious?
CHARLIE:
Totally. Where have you been hiding?
ME:
Nowhere, really. Just haven’t been on my phone much.
I’m here now. Catch me up. What kind of lies has B been spreading about me?
When we created this profile, Beck and I agreed not to reveal our real names unless we decide to meet in person. Not that our “aliases” are espionage worthy. All one of us has to do is slip up and say we play hockey, and anyone could easily put two and two together, realize Lars is short for Larsen, and connect the dots from there.
Still, better safe than sorry. You can never be sure who you’re talking to online these days. For all we know, this Charlie chick is a fifty-year-old man named Aldo. Or a bot. Or a black widow trying to lure us to our deaths.
CHARLIE:
We haven’t spoken about you much, to be honest. We’ve been…busy.
ME:
Oh, I know. I just scrolled through your messages.
CHARLIE:
See anything you like?
ME:
All of it. I fucking liked all of it.
CHARLIE:
LOL You’re welcome :)
CHARLIE:
So who convinced who to set up this joint account? I bet B convinced you.
I grin at the screen. Good guess, Charlie. But I’m curious to hear her reasoning, so I quickly type a response.
ME:
Why do you say that?
CHARLIE:
You sound more…reserved. He sounds more free. Like he’s down for anything.
ME:
Pretty much. I didn’t need much convincing, though. Threesomes are fun af.
CHARLIE:
Do you guys hook up too? Like on your own?
ME:
No.
CHARLIE:
Do you want to?
I think it over. If she’d asked me that question a year ago, I probably would’ve felt uncomfortable. Brushed it off with an “of course not” and a joke.
Now, I consider it for real.
I’ve seen Beck’s cock enough times. It doesn’t scare me. But I’ve never thought about sucking it. Never craved it in my ass. Even with those images planted in my head now, my dick doesn’t so much as twitch.
ME:
I don’t know. Probably not?
CHARLIE:
*Probably* not?
ME:
It’s not something I’ve given much thought to. I guess it depends on the situation. On how I feel in the moment. If the three of us were hooking up and he grabbed my dick, I might not push his hand away.
CHARLIE:
Fair enough. What about my hand? Would you push that away?
ME:
I don’t think I have that kind of willpower. Although I’d probably prefer your mouth.