Page 29 of Unforgettable

“My morning receptionist quit yesterday, so I do actually need someone.”

“And my barback is being promoted to bartender, so I also need someone. And even if we are doing you a favor, it’s not a big deal. That’s what friends… are for.” He stuttered over the word friends, and I watched a thoughtful expression pass over his features.

“Unfortunately, I have to go,” he continued. “I have to get to the bar and meet with Rhonda. But”— he stepped forward and cautiously took one of my hands in his—“tell me you’ll think about it. You don’t understand how fucking eager I am to take you out on a date. And I promise it’ll be worth saying yes.”

“I told you I’d think about it,” I said. “So, I’ll think about it.”

He nodded and kissed my cheek, lingering for longer than usual before turning toward the door.

“I’ve got to go,” Reed agreed, also stopping in front of me. He brushed a hand down my arm, and I willed the blush I could feel creeping across my chest and up my neck to calm down. He opened his mouth, and based on the look on his face, I knew he was about to reiterate everything Josh had already made me promise.

“I promise,” I began before he could say a word, “that I will think about it. I think I’m going to have a very hard timenotthinking about it. But I will take everything both of you have said into consideration and give you an answer… soon. And I know whatever dates the two of you plan will be great, so you don’t have to tell me again. And I know how so incredibly, insanely, utterly awesome you both are, so you don’t have to reiterate that either. Now that we’ve covered all of that, you can both leave so I can think.”

Reed chuckled, shook his head, and also kissed my forehead before the both of them left my apartment.

Think—that’s all they wanted me to do. Easy enough. Just think…

TEN

Amanda

“Fucking beautiful,”someone whispered into my ear. His hot breath tickled my skin while a set of hands groped and squeezed my breasts. Another hand tightened around my throat and then lips pressed against mine. His lips and then his tongue were urgent and confident against mine.

There were two of them—Josh and Reed—but I couldn’t tell which hands or lips belonged to which man.

My eyes were firmly closed against the pleasure, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t open them.

Someone’s finger began circling my clit in small movements, and I bucked and ground against it. And then there were two fingers inside of me. I gasped and clenched around them and once again tried to pry my eyes open.

There was nothing but darkness.

The fingers curled inside of me and pressed against the spot that made my entire body involuntarily shudder. Each movement was perfectly in sync, yet I knew each finger belonged to a different man. But it was like they were the same person—slowly and methodically moving as one person, drawing out my pleasure and coaxing me unbearably close to what I knew would be an explosive release.

“Look at you. Falling apart around our fingers.”

There was nothing else in the world but them—the three of us together and moving as one. And I could feel my orgasm clawing and begging. Was I begging? I was trying to beg, but nothing I said was intelligible.

“Look at us.”

“Open your eyes.”

“Eyes on us.”

And I tried again and again and again. But I couldn’t open my eyes. I could hear them, taste them, feel them, but I couldn’t see them. My body wouldn’t let me see them—

With a gasp, I jerked myself awake. My face pressed into the pillow; I could feel the wet spot where the drool had collected.

Motherfucker.

It’d been two days, and all I’d done was think about Josh and Reed’s proposal. I’d barely slept, and when I did, I dreamed of them. It was the most aggravating dream. It was one moment of our summer night together on a constant loop, but I couldn’t open my eyes. And I’d wake up before we even got to the really good part.

My brain was apparently anti-orgasm.

After a second sleepless night, I was irritated that I couldn’t shut my brain off. If I wasn’t thinking about them, it was only because I was trying to get Adam settled in, which didn’t require too much work when he was barely in the apartment to begin with.

It was my final week off work for winter break, and I was supposed to be relaxing. Yet my mind didn’t get the memo. My plan for the week had been to do absolutely nothing, which I was still doing, but with nearly constant intrusive thoughts.

And, like my dream, the thoughts were on a constant loop—I felt like I wasn’t getting anywhere.

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