Page 106 of Unforgettable

Poised and as still as a statue, he held the washcloth in his hand as his attention turned from my eyes to my cock. It lay against my stomach just below my belly button, and it jumped under Reed’s gaze.

His hands flexed around the damp material in his hand, and I had half a mind to ask him if he wanted to do it for me or if he saw something that he liked. But the door to the bathroom opened, and I felt the material hit my stomach.

Moment lost.

Cringing against the cold, I used the washcloth to wipe myself down a little more and then tossed it into the laundry basket in the corner.

Then it hit me. “We didn’t use condoms.” At the bottom of the bed, Reed’s eyes widened as he tugged on his boxer briefs. He looked from me to Amanda and then back again.

Never had I forgotten a condom before.

“The beauty of an IUD. And since we’re all clean, there’s not much of a point, right?”

I nodded and so did Reed. Neither of us was going to argue with fucking our girl raw.

“And I didn’t want anything between us anyway,” she added and eagerly climbed back into bed. I scooted over to give her some room, and her naked body curled around me. I welcomed the feel of her curves and smooth skin against me.

“I want you both in bed with me tonight,” she murmured into my neck. Every muscle in my body tensed, but Amanda ran her nails gently down the center of my chest and stomach. Her touch eased every worry.

“There’s nothing on the bed besides a few pillows,” Reed said and tossed my own boxer briefs at me. I caught them midair and didn’t argue when I slipped them on.

“Will you grab the comforter and a few pillows from the living room, please?”

Like me, Reed was far from immune to Amanda. What our girl wanted, our girl got. So, with a little huff, he went back out into the living room, returning a few seconds later with blankets and pillows.

We arranged everything to Amanda’s specifications, giving her her favorite pillow and laying another blanket down underneath the comforter.

When everything was the way she wanted it, she patted the spot on her other side and motioned for Reed to join us. He hesitated, looking between the two of us and then back to the empty spot.

Amanda sighed and curled herself around my left arm and our hands intertwined. Everything about it felt right—like she was meant to be next to me.

“The bed’s big enough for three, Reed. Either get in or take the couch. Your choice.”

Her eyes fluttered closed, but Reed clambered into bed, making it a point not to look in my direction.

Each of his movements was hesitant, but the pull of Amanda was stronger. He spooned her from behind and wrapped a hand around her waist, careful not to touch me. He buried his face into the hair floating around her neck and breathed deeply.

Once again, Amanda sighed, although that time, it was a content and happy sound. Her arms tightened around mine and squeezed my hand. I squeezed it back once, twice and a third time.

THIRTY-ONE

Reed

Sleep evaded me.

I’d tried what I could to slip into a blissful slumber, but the standard counting—sheep, numbers, breaths, swirl textures on Amanda’s ceiling—was far from working. Even Amanda, who’d turned over an hour and a half ago and wrapped herself around me, wasn’t able to pull me under. And I fucking loved cuddling.

If it were any other night with sex that good, I would have been out like a light the moment my head hit the pillow. But last night was different.

The sex was mind blowing, and our chemistry was intense. Josh and I moved around and inside of Amanda as if we were one person. It was one glance over her shoulder, and we both knew what the other was thinking. Whether we wanted to go faster or slow it down and draw out her pleasure, it was all communicated without a word.

And it wasn’t a surprise that it was as good as it was. All of us—Amanda included—had been craving it since that night at the lake. We’d all admitted in one way or another that it was a connection we’d not found since. Something with such intensity that nothing else seemed to compare. And it was despite the possibility of it changing everything that we decided to do it anyway. That we’d decided to give in to the pure energy between us.

Although it didn’t feel like much of a decision when the pull to each other was so immense. There was no longer a chance we’d fight it. I think we’d all lost the war that night at the lake; we’d already been defeated without knowing it.

And that was one of the reasons sleep evaded me. For me, there was no going back. I’d tasted perfection, and I was too selfish a man to give it up.

But there were three parts to our perfect triangle. And that was the thought I’d tried to fight from entering the front of my mind all night.

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