Page 112 of Unforgettable

“No, I didn’t even think about it. Especially when I saw you standing in the dark looking kinda… broken.”

I held out the shirt but stiffened at her words. Swallowing around thick emotion suddenly clogging my throat, I tried to school my features. Thirty minutes earlier, I absolutely had felt broken and torn. So broken that I wasn’t sure it could be fixed.

So, I wasn’t surprised that she’d noticed it. I just didn’t want her to have to see it.

Amanda ran a hand down the length of my arm, and she gave me a reassuring smile like she knew exactly what I was thinking.

The three of us stood at the window, Josh at Amanda’s other side, and watched the snow furiously fall from the sky. It obstructed most of our view of the parking lot; we could barely make out the tops of the trees just below her windows.

“Did we wake you up?” Amanda asked, turning to Josh.

“Actually, I woke up to take a piss, but then I heard moaning. And I couldn’tnotinvestigate.”

“Hmm,” Amanda hummed and glanced at me over her shoulder, wearing a look that accurately depicted the mischievous thoughts I knew were running through her head.

“And,” she continued, “did you like what you found?”

Josh turned to us, looking at Amanda first and then up at me as he licked his lips. Lips that were on mine only a few minutes before and that I now knew the taste and feel of.

His eyes held mine for a beat until a lopsided grin pulled at his mouth, flashing a hint of his shallow dimple beneath his blond scruff. Then he looked back at Amanda.

“‘Like’ doesn’t begin to describe how I felt about it. I walked in on one of my biggest fantasies playing out in front of me. I had to pinch myself because I thought I was dreaming.”

“Walking in on us together?” Amanda clarified, reaching out and grasping one of Josh’s hands in her free one.

He nodded. “And then joining in.”

“What are some of your other fantasies?”

He chuckled and lifted their joined hands to his mouth, pressing a kiss to their interlaced fingers. “Babe, I don’t think we have enough time to go through all of them tonight, especially since our man behind you looks like he’s about to fall over with exhaustion.”

Amanda looked back at me, and I tried to straighten, but it was a lost cause. I’d been up nearly twenty-four hours and was beginning to feel the effects. My eyelids were heavy, and all of my muscles felt strained—like I’d spent hours working out with the heaviest weights.

“But I’m feeling pretty good about the prospect of us all acting them out. I think I heard you describe a few of them between moans.”

I laughed, and somehow, through the exhaustion threatening, my skin heated. I wondered which fantasies he’d been more interested in or which ones he’d heard.

“Let’s go.” Josh tugged Amanda’s hand, and she pulled me along, bringing up the end.

We all fell into bed in the same positions we were in before—Josh at the far side and Amanda squeezed between the two of us.

Only, when Amanda wrapped herself around Josh and waved me closer to her back, I didn’t hesitate. I folded myself over her, fitting every contour of her body into me. My hand that I slung over her hips also brushed Josh’s stomach. It was barely a touch, only grazing the skin of his lower stomach, brushing through the dirty-blond hair there. But there was an electric current I’d felt, and based on the way his eyes darted to mine, I was sure he felt it too.

We held each other’s eyes, cocooned around our girl, until mine eventually closed.

THIRTY-THREE

Amanda

When I wokeup the next morning, the first thing I noticed was that I was entirely enveloped in warmth. The two hard bodies on either side of me, with their arms and legs slung everywhere, were like furnaces under the shelter of my comforter.

It was slightly stifling, especially since nearly every part of them was touching every part of me, but before I opened my eyes, I let myself enjoy it.

An instant replay began behind my eyes of the night before. Each touch and kiss and dirty word was cataloged in my mind. After the three of us had been together, there’d been an obvious shift, at least for me.

With both of them inside of me, in a moment more intimate than I ever could have comprehended, one that felt like it altered the very makeup of my soul, I knew I wasn’t giving them up. The three of us felt too good together for it not to be right.

And when they kissed, I’d felt triumphant. Like I wasn’t actually going crazy thinking there was sexual tension between the two and I hadn’t made it all up in my head. Pressed between the two of them, I’d felt the power and uncertainty in the way their lips clashed and their bodies formed around mine.

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