Page 123 of Neighbors With Benefits

“About time you came home,” Dante said behind us. “Was beginning to think you’d never clean up that mess in Davenport.”

Bash chuckled and they shared a bro-hug, clapping each other loudly on the back. “Missed you too, buddy.”

“Don’t get all sappy,” Dante complained. “Been keeping your girl warm for you.”

“Apparently so,” Bash said. “

“So this—” I said, pointing from Dante to myself, “—was just to keep me busy until Bash got home? Meaning your job is done here?”

Dante’s lip curled in a half-smile. “No. My job definitely isn’t done yet.”

“Good,” I replied, remembering how we had been flirting just moments ago in the greenhouse. And based on Dante’s expression, he was thinking about it too.

Bash cleared his throat. “Do you, uh, have dinner plans? How about we get a pizza?”

“That sounds great,” I said, glancing at Dante.

“I’ll let you two spend some alone time together,” Dante said. “You have a lot of catching up to do.”

“We’ll have plenty of time for that later,” Bash insisted. “You don’t need to leave. I’ll grab some beer, too.”

Dante glanced at me, then shrugged. “I won’t say no to free beer.”

“I need a shower, first,” Bash said. “The AC was broken on the plane, so me and everyone else spent the whole flight sweating.”

“Regroup at my place in half an hour,” I said.

As I took my own shower, I couldn’t stop smiling. Bash was home! For the first time in weeks, two of my lovers were in town at the same time.

But the longer I thought about it, the more I started to wonder what was going to happen tonight.

Bash. Dante. Me. In the same room together.

Was I finally going to have a real threesome?

I didn’t know if Dante would even be into that. Sure, we’d had sex on camera, but that was slightly different than having sexwithone of his friends. Maybe he wasn’t as comfortable with that as Bash and Aiden were.

But if that were the case, then what would happen tonight? How would we decide who got to sleep with me? Bash seemed the obvious choice since he was finally home, but Dante struck me as the kind of possessive guy who wouldn’t care about that.

Before they arrived, I poured myself a glass of wine. I didn’t want to get drunk like in my first threesome attempt, but I definitely needed a little liquid courage.

I finished the glass right as the doorbell rang, but then Dante opened the door and let himself in. “We come bearing pizza,” he said.

“And beer!” Bash added.

“Three of my favorite things,” I said with a nervous giggle. “Pizza, beer, and good-looking men.”

“One good-looking man, at least,” Dante muttered.

Bash elbowed him in the ribs.

“We’re almost done with the greenhouse,” Dante explained while they arranged the food and drinks in the kitchen.

I handed out three plates and said, “It looks great! We have so much more space.”

“Glad you two finished it together,” Bash said.

Dante carried his pizza and beer into the living room, so we followed. Both of them sat on the couch, so I took the adjacent chair.

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