Page 66 of Pucking Amazing

My heart skips at the casual domesticity of his comment. Together?

I’m saved from responding when DJ pops up to clear our dinner plates and grab the dessert he has prepped.

Tyler and I dig into the sinfully delicious flourless chocolate cake before us, and DJ clears his throat.

“So, uh, I have something to say to you both. And I’m not sure how it’s going to go...”

Tyler and I exchange cautious glances.

“I’m poly,” DJ continues. “Ethically non-monogamous.”

“Okay...” I say slowly, absorbing the information. I knew that DJ was never tied down to any one person for long, but I didn’t realize there was more to it than that.

Tyler’s face is unreadable.

DJ clears his throat nervously. “That means I’m capable of having romantic feelings for multiple people at once. And right now, those people are you. Both of you.”

DJ’s brown eyes are earnest as they flick between me and Tyler.

“You...want to date both of us? At the same time?” Tyler clarifies, clearly thrown.

DJ nods. “I like you both. I’d like to keep exploring what we have, see where it goes. Together. But I’ll understand if you’re not up for that.”

My mind is spinning. I suddenly feel like I’m teetering on the precipice of something big, something that could change my whole life.

Share DJ...with Tyler?

The idea is strange but oddly thrilling. A fresh start, totally different from what I had with Paul. Freedom to explore, to be myself, to be part of something new.

“I’m in,” I hear myself say. DJ’s face lights up. He turns to Tyler expectantly.

“Um. Wow.” Tyler rubs the back of his neck. “I like you, man. And Syd, I mean, you’re amazing, I respect you so much, I think you know that. But this is a lot. I think I need some time to wrap my head around it, y’know?”

“Of course, take all the time you need,” DJ says reassuringly.

Under the table, his hand finds mine again and gives it a hopeful squeeze. I squeeze back, my pulse thrumming with nerves and excitement.

This is so not how I thought this conversation was going to go…not that I’m complaining.

Tyler rises from the table, those bulging biceps flexing as he stretches. “I should probably head out,” he says, glancing towards the door.

DJ shoots Tyler a probing look. “I’ll walk you out, man.”

Tyler nods and meets DJ’s intense gaze. Something heated sparks between them. I gulp, suddenly flushed. Avoiding their gaze as they walk towards the entryway, I give them a moment of privacy by bringing my wine glass into the living room and finding a comfortable seat on the couch.

Low murmurs drift in from the hallway, voices too quiet to make out. Then the talking stops, replaced by a loaded silence.

My imagination runs wild picturing what they might be doing out there. Tyler pressing DJ against the wall, their hard bodies aligned. DJ’s hands fisting in Tyler’s sandy hair as they kiss heatedly...

Oh god.

Arousal pools hot and heavy in my core and suddenly I can’t resist. This whole night has been like a surreal dream and in one impulsive move, I wriggle out of my pants and kick them aside, pushing aside the thin lace of my panties with my fingers.

The first touch of my fingers against my aching clit has me biting back a moan. I stroke myself slowly, picturing these two gorgeous men—men that I’ve been attracted to both individually and together for a long while now, if I’m honest—making out right outside the door.

Just then DJ opens the door and steps inside, freezing when he sees me sprawled on the couch in just my top, my hands in my panties. His eyes widen for a second before a smirk spreads across his handsome face.

“And here I thought we already had dessert,” he drawls. His gaze rakes over my curves appreciatively.

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