Page 68 of Pucked and Pregnant

“Do you really think that you’d be easy to forget?”

“It certainly seemed that way with your parade of bimbos on social media. You had a different girl every night,” I snap.

“And did it ever once occur to you that they all looked just like you?”

“I…”

His lips crash down on mine as he takes what he wants. He’s always been so in control of himself, always one step ahead. This kiss goes beyond pure passion, it’s raw and unhinged.

Someone clears their throat and we break apart.

“I’m all for fighting and fucking, but this might be one of the last times we’ll have alone without having to worry about being interrupted,” says Dimitri.

“You’re right. I just—” Connor looks at the floor.

“I get it. She’s…” He shakes his head. “Doesn’t matter right now. We need to focus. If this is going to work, we all need to be on the same page.”

I nearly fall out of my chair in surprise. “Wait. You’re agreeing to this?”

“If you had asked me two days ago, I would have said hell no, but last night worked. It’s always worked if we’re being honest with ourselves. I am the most possessive fucker on the planet, but last night, all that flew out the window just like it did in New York, and just like it did ten years ago. All I wanted to do was please you, and I enjoyed knowing that they were pleasing you, too. This dynamic—whatever it is—works. Maybe it’s batshit crazy, but the four of us have something good going here, and I don’t want it to stop.”

His words hit me directly in the heart. “I don’t want it to stop, either.”

“But we can’t keep doing it like this. No more secrets. Everything needs to be out in the open. I get that we’re not all going to be together every time. We all have our commitments but I think keeping the communication open about it should stop any conflicts before they have a chance to start.”

“Group chat?” Connor suggests.

“Perfect. Feeling left out? Put it in the chat. We’ll work it out. Want company? Into the chat. But it only works if we’re honest.”

“I can do that.” My gaze flicks over to Aiden. “You’re the only one who hasn’t said anything. How do you feel about all this?”

“Some things are just inevitable. I guess this is one of them.”

“None of that artsy-fartsy talk from you in the chat, either. Informed, enthusiastic, and clear consent,” Dimitri retorts. “So, is it a yes or no?”

“Yes, you uncultured swine. Of course, I want this.”

“Are you sure? I know this is a lot to ask of you, of all of you, really. You don’t have to say yes because I want you to.”

“I’m sure.” Aiden gives me a warm smile.

“As if you could ever make me do something I didn’t want,” Dimitri scoffs.

“I want what makes you happy. I’m all in,” Connor says.

“So now what?”

“Deals like this are usually sealed with a kiss, but I’m interested in a bit more than that.” Connor grins. “Unless you’re too tired from last night, that is.”

“Are you trying to bait me into fucking you?”

“I don’t know. Is it working?”

Unfortunately, he never gets to find out because just then, a knock sounds at my door.

“Liv!”

Bang. Bang. Bang.

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