Page 70 of Overexposed

“I’ll think about it.” I chuckled in spite of myself and then followed Ollie toward the fridge. He was pulling out everything he would need to make breakfast.

That would be fast.

“Pancakes or waffles, Snow?” he called over to her.

“Surprise me,” she said, her smile easy and open.

“What are you doing?” I asked Ollie and he paused to stare at me.

“I’m making her food, then we’re going to feed her, and after we sober her up, we’re going to see if she was at all serious about that threesome request.”

Irritation flamed through me and I glanced back at Slick where she gave me a little wave.

“I guess the question, then,” Ollie continued, “is what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. It wasn’t the first time we’d shared a girl. Though the last time it hadn’t been simultaneously. “Ollie…she’s important to me.”

“I know she is,” he said, turning to face me with eggs in hand. “I like her too.”

Fuck.

What the hell did I say to that?

It took about twenty minutes, but we loaded the table with waffles, fried eggs, bacon, and sausage. He’d fried up a storm. Thankfully, Slick dug right in, and while she was still flushed and relaxed, she didn’t seem quite so far gone.

Ollie tracked every bite she took, and I had to admit so was I. When she finished, I got up to make us all some coffee. It was getting late and she’d definitely sobered up somewhat.

“Tell you what, guys, let’s have the coffee, and give ourselves a bit of time to digest and then we can go swimming,” Ollie suggested.

I shot him a look but he had his gaze firmly on Slick.

“You just want to get me to agree to skinny-dip,” she countered. “And we are one and one, game wise, so you’re going to have to beat me at one more game if that’s what you want.”

My dick went hard at the husky note in her voice. “You really like betting don’t you?”

She grinned at me. “I really enjoyed our bet.”

So had I.

Ollie rose. “Come on, Snow.”

“Where are we going?”

“We’re going to play that last game, but don’t get comfortable. I plan to win and then we’re skinny-dipping.” He strolled out of the kitchen, but Slick didn’t follow—she glanced at me.

“It’s okay,” I said and surprisingly, it really was. “If you want to find out…I’m in.”

Once I committed, I meant it. The way she licked her lips made me feel damn good about that decision too.

“You sure?” she whispered, and it wasn’t distrust in her voice. She wanted to reassure herself and I was important enough that my opinion mattered.

“I’m very sure,” I promised. “You aren’t losing me, Slick. No matter what.”

Her grin was all sunshine. “Guess we need to find out if I’m losing that game of pool.”

“Let’s go, Snow. Get that gorgeous ass out here.”

She bit her lower lip. “Are you in if I cheat?”

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