Page 47 of Chasing Lynda

His smile widens as he tightens his hold on me, pulling me closer. “Absolutely not. Truth be told, we all think you’re hot. We all want to get to know you better.”

I don’t tell him that that isn’t an option; I’ll think about the future on Sunday night. For the next two nights, I’m not the girl who’s running from her psycho-ex.

“All of you?” I ask.

He confirms it, twirling me around on the dance floor so that we both can see his friends still sitting at our table. “Yeah. It’s up to you who you want to hang out with and what happens, but we’re all interested. We all agree that in the end, it’s going to be your choice if you want to keep seeing one of us or not.”

The thought of choosing between them sounds difficult, almost impossible, at least based on the little I know about each of them. At another time, in another life, I would’ve been honest and told him how I feel, but at this point? I’ll never get to know them well enough to have to make a choice, so I return his smile.

“My choice?”

He’s suddenly serious. “Always. I just ask you that if at any point, you decide that I’m not the one, you just come out and say it. We’re all big boys and we can take it, as long as everything is out in the open.”

Promising that is easy enough, it sounds like they’ve been in a similar situation once before but I don’t ask; like I said, it doesn’t really matter beyond this weekend. “Ok. I’ll always be honest about how I feel.”

His lips come closer again, his warm breath fanning over my mouth. “I’m going to kiss you now, Lynda. Let’s make those three mothefuckers jealous.”

This time I don’t hesitate, I melt against him, opening my mouth when he licks at the seams of my lips.

Carter’s kiss is soft, the pressure of his lips on mine is delicious. His tongue slides against mine, stroking and sucking but he isn’t sloppy; it’s more than obvious that Carter knows exactly what he’s doing.

I’m so lost in the feeling of his mouth on mine, of his solid, hard body against my soft one, that I forget where we are.

The club and its glass walls, the people dancing around and beneath us on the lower level, the stars above us and the beach ahead of us, everything else disappears but me and Carter.

“Hey, can I have a dance?”

12.

A Raw Deal

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Bennett

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