Page 23 of The Doctor's Truth

It’s fireplace warm in here, and they’re laughing on the couch, tangled in each other.

I close the glass door behind me, and I hate that it catches their attention.

Jason breaks away from their kiss. When he grins at me, it’s a dopey grin.

“Hey, man,” he says. “You sticking around?”

They’re both watching me now. Lust in their eyes. Lips swollen from kissing. They want me to come play with them. They’re puppies rolling around in puppy love. They know I’m the stern hand that’ll take them both to their knees.

And, fuck, I want it. But—

“I’m going to bed.” I try to sound calm, not at all like I’m throbbing in my pants. “You two have fun.”

But then Kenzi locks her wide eyes on me. “Please?”

Fuck. Why did she have to say please?

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Kenzi

For the longest time, Donovan just stands there. There’s a storm cloud in his dark eyes. A debate going on within himself.

But my body is humming, and I want this, so badly, but…

I know it’s crazy, but somehow, it won’t feel right without Donovan there, too.

It’s the three of us. It’s always been the three of us.

Then he comes over and sits down on the ottoman across from us. He takes the bottle of red off the table and fills up his glass.

“One more glass,” he says.

My legs are tangled up in Jason’s, and I reposition myself so I’m sitting up, half in his lap. “Truth or dare, Jason,” I say.

He pushes some of my hair back from my face. “Truth.”

I glance between the two of them. “Have you guys had another threesome?”

Donovan nearly chokes on his wine.

“No,” Jason says. “You’re it.”

“Okay…have you thought about having another?”

“I’d be down,” Jason says. Maybe too quickly?

“It would depend,” Donovan replies, cagey,his eyes on his glass.

“On what?”

Those dark eyes meet mine now. “On whether or not you were the third.”

I grin. “Aw. You guys know how to make a woman feel special. So I’m your golden goose?”

“We had something special. Some chemistry you can’t make up.” Jason lifts his hand. “Hold on—why am I talking past tense? We have something special. Still.”

Since he’s opened that can of worms, I find myself nodding in agreement. “It all feels…so familiar. I feel like just yesterday, you were showing me around your boat.”

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