Page 41 of My Karmic Destiny

While our server places the drinks on our table, I watch Evan closely. All night he’s been confident and downright assertive, exampled by pumping his fingers into my pussy. I can’t say I’ve minded it. At all.

Normally, a first date wouldn’t go like that for me, but it doesn’t feel like a first date with him. We’ve been living together for a while. We’ve survived our battle in taking down a malevolent goddess. We’ve already danced, flirted, ate and drank together, played video games, and talked for hours about nonsense.

There’s a reason I’m so relaxed right now. I’m grateful Dante pulled me aside before I left with Evan and made it clear that he wanted me to explore what I have with the other two.

Dante is being so open about this, and it makes me want him even more. I’ve never had a guy in my life who wanted my happiness over everything else.

When I psychically searched his soul, I sensed Dante was actually intrigued by the idea of sharing me. Maybe turned on by the idea of watching me fuck Evan and Kurtis. It alleviates any guilt I was feeling about going out tonight.

Moving forward, I plan on making sure I keep the balance between them.

After the server takes our food order, Evan appears nervous. It’s a bit unsettling to see him suddenly uneasy.

“What’s wrong?” I ask. Glancing over my shoulder, I almost expect Instant to crash through the door and ruin our lives. Again.

Evan places his hand over mine. “Nothing’s wrong. I just have a bit of a confession to make and then we need to talk about how you feel about it.”

“That statement does nothing to settle my nerves,” I half joke, because inside I’m beginning to freak out. Expecting the worst, I close my eyes and wait for the other shoe to drop. Doesn’t it always drop for me? Just when I’m facing my fears and opening up my heart, there’s a catch. “Go on,” I say when he doesn’t just fucking say it.

“Sorry, Tessa. I didn’t mean to upset you.” Evan clears his throat, and I open my eyes to look at him again. “I hope I’m making a bigger deal of it than it needs to be.”

“Just get it out before I let my imagination take over,” I urge.

Evan’s chocolate-colored eyes lock onto mine. He brushes his hand through his perfect hair, mussing it. “I didn’t think I was going to have a chance with you. When I was commiserating with Kurtis about it, we sort of started something between us.”

He looks at me expectantly.

“And…” I prompt.

“And?” He blinks in confusion. Then he recovers, thinking that I don’t get what he’s saying, and explains further, “Neither of us want it to interfere with our chances with you. We’ll put anend to it now if that’s what you want.” He cuts the air with his hand, like it’s final.

“Why?” I ask, being purposefully obtuse.

“Because we want you.”

“And you don’t want each other?” I crinkle my brow. Maybe I misread what I sensed between them since I’ve known them. “So what happened between you? Just something to pass the time?”

Evan rubs his face. “No. I think it was more than some meaningless hookup.”

I grab his hands in mine and call to him so he faces me again. “Evan?” When he focuses on me, I say, “If you have genuine feelings for each other, I want you to explore that.”

“But you?—”

I cut him off with a sad laugh. “You think it’s fair if I claim all three of you?”

“What are you saying?” he asks.

“From what I understand about polycules, we need to communicate about our needs, and often there are multiple pairings in a group. So as long as we all understand what’s happening, then I have no problem with you and Kurtis being together, too.”

“You don’t feel jealous? Or think we don’t really want you?”

“Doyou want me?” I ask, and I open my senses to detect any wavering of his emotions.

“More than seems rational.”

“Then let’s see where this all goes.” I lift my cocktail, and we toast to our new dynamic.

“I already knew about you two being intimate, by the way,” I confess.

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