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Extending his tongue once his mouth grew near, he enjoyed the ice cream’s vivid flavoring. A little less than he enjoyed licking it off Avril’s breast, but enough to consider it as one of the cartons he took home with him.

“Now, there’s only theonerule, right?” he asked.

“That’s right,” Avril confirmed again.

“Okay.”

He had her nipple in his mouth under a minute later, after a labor-intensive yet delicious time spent cleaning off all the ice cream. Even then, he could still taste the rich buttery flavor on her skin. But he wanted more—he had more to give to the woman who’d set all this up for him.

Unfortunately, unlike her roommate, Avril was confident that breast play alone couldn’t bring her to orgasm. And so, since that was what he wanted, he’d need to allow his adroit fingers to ensure her moans reached the breathy volume he was after. That wouldn’t break the one rule, after all. And he’d checked—doublechecked, even.

Yet, he didn’t rush to do so. So, his hands stayed above her waist. Mostly. A few reminders of how wonderful her ass was were pretty much mandatory. As though he could forget. As thoughanythingabout Avril was forgettable.

Arching forward, she gave him the best access to her breasts—he might have only a single mouth, but his fingers were quickto take up the task of playing with whichever his lips didn’t currently attend to—that she could. And as he’d hoped, the volume of her moans intensified.

“Anna doesn’t know what she’s missing out on,” Avril whispered, stroking his hair as he pressed her toward the cliff’s edge. “Her boyfriend is pretty good at playing with tits.”

Thankfully, Liam had a nipple between his mouth, so it wasn’t strange when he didn’t reply. Still, thoughts of both women, side by side, each of them hoping he would spend more time on their bodies than the other, simmered within his mind. Their eyes shining, their beautiful breasts heaving as he swapped back and forth between them, their hair spilling out around them as they writhed beneath his passionate attention.

Liam drew in a sharp breath, then focused on the present, not an unlikely fantasy. More improbable than the chances of Tess agreeing to join in on such a thing. The combination of Avril and Tess was possible, potentially even probable. Yet, Avril and Anna continued to dominate his thoughts throughout the remainder of the night.

“They’re staying on,” he noted once he finally pulled his mouth away from her breast, then wettened his fingertips. Avril had eyed him then but ultimately agreed to let him slip his fingers underneath her leggings. From there, he got to show off. With fingers and mouth working in tandem, the established rule that neither could resist the other’s offense received another sheet of evidence for the folder.

When Avril eventually climaxed, shivering and gripping him tightly, her beautiful voice lost its usual tenor. He couldn’t help but compare her breathy moans to Anna’s. The yearning within him, for both women, couldn’t be extinguished. His dreams later that night ensured that he woke up thinking about them tomorrow, as well.

But the present beckoned, and once Avril had steadied herself, he backed off and let her climb down from the counter. On slightly wobbly legs, she exhaled a long breath.

“You’re maybe getting a littletoogood at that. You look so cocky right now.”

“Apt choice of words,” he retorted, nodding toward the erection he’d been sporting for almost half an hour. “With no relief in sight.”

Rolling her eyes, Avril kissed him, then fixed up her apron. “I guess I’ll keep this, seeing as what it leads you to do when I wear it.”

“So long as you’re wearing it the same way you are now.”

“Is that even a question?” Avril asked, breezing by him. “Now, let’s try a little bit of ice cream, then get out of here. You’ve got to get home safely, no? Then start waiting for me to suck you dry next week.”

“Don’t remind me,” Liam grunted.

They spent a little more time in one another’s arms before they got back to sampling ice cream flavors. At the end of their time at Carver’s, washing everything up before their departure, Liam had decided to bring home a carton of butter pecan—he’d gone back to it and gotten a proper taste test—and simple chocolate. However, Avril’s offer to pose with them would ensure he remembered them by their sight, not their taste.

Because that offer, which he accepted instantaneously, caused Avril to hold them up in front of her naked breasts while Liam snapped some photos. And then some without them in the way. And then some with the apron back on. And then some with the apron revealing one breast, then the other, then both.

Liam ended the night with a phone loaded up with new pictures. And yet he still hoped for more. He just couldn’t announce that thought on the drive back to Avril and Anna’sapartment, as those photos might not be of Avril. It all hinged on how successful his final plan of the night ended up being.

Chapter Seventeen

Playing with Ice and Fire

When they made it back to Ashgrove, Liam stuffed his cartons of ice cream in the freezer. He wasn’t in any true hurry to depart; it was already dark out, so what was the point? Instead of rushing to drive back to a dorm thatwasn’thome to two beautiful women, he enjoyed the time he spent with Avril and Anna, including those promised leftovers. Anna didn’t ask too many questions about how things had gone at Carver’s, which Liam was thankful for. The less he needed to bend the truth, the better his conscience felt. Even if he now believed that Anna was more or less aware of how intimate his relationship with Avril was.

It was an odd wrinkle in everything, and Liam wasn’t sure what, if anything, he ought to do about it.

“By the way, don’t forget about that,” Avril said, pointing her spoon at the board near the kitchen table.

“I haven’t,” he said, which was the understatement of the year. “I’m going to be spending a fair number of my points before I go.”

“Oh? Consider my interest piqued. Where does our decider want to go? He’s finally figured it out?”

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