Page 5 of It's Complicated

I was terrible at saying no to him, and that should have been the first red flag, or maybe the tenth, but I ignored my gut and went with it instead of shutting things down because it would make Jamie happy.

That was the absolute wrong reason to agree to a threesome, which became apparent as soon as we started.

Jamie and I were no strangers to fucking when the other was in the apartment. We’d been roommates long enough that walking in on each other and seeing the other with a partner, or enjoying some personal time, was old hat. Same with hearing the other having fun in our rooms.

The walls in our apartment were thin, and we both had white noise machines and noise-canceling headphones for a reason.

Maybe it was because we both had hockey backgrounds and had spent years in locker rooms but being naked in front of each other wasn’t really an issue for us. We didn’t hang out in the nude or anything but darting between the bathroom and our rooms without a towel, or even changing clothes in front of the other while we talked, was normal for us.

I’d thought that would be enough to make things less weird, but nothing could have even remotely prepared me for what happened last night.

Every memory of the threesome I had, every image that ran through my head or feeling I relived had nothing to do with April and everything to do with Jamie.

It was his flushed cheeks and glassy gaze I saw when I closed my eyes. His powerful body I couldn’t stop picturing, and his soft pleasure sounds echoing in my ears.

But the moment that was burned into my brain like a brand was a moment that never should have happened at all.

Once we’d gotten to the main event, so to speak, we’d ended up with April between us and Jamie and me facing each other.

I hadn’t really been into it until that point, mostly going through the motions and letting April call the shots. Thankfully I had the ability to think of multiple things at once and was a pro at disconnecting from reality, so I could still perform and pretend like I was enjoying things. It wasn’t Jamie or April’s fault I’d agreed to this when I didn’t want to do it, and I did everything in my power to not ruin things for them.

That worked until we were forced to look at each other, and the world around us melted away, my vision narrowing until all I could see was Jamie.

He was just as enthralled, his baby blues locked on mine as we got lost in a sort of feedback loop of awareness.

I greedily watched every second of his pleasure, taking in the changes in his breathing, admiring the way his powerful body moved, and tracking how his gaze went from dazed to desperate the longer we looked at each other.

It should have been weird as hell to be staring into my best friend’s eyes when we had a girl between us, but it felt completely natural. And I loved that I was getting a chance to see the one part of Jamie he kept hidden, the side of him that only the women he hooked up with saw.

That excited me more than anything else that happened in the threesome up to that point, and I was so lost in the moment it didn’t occur to me that it was weird until after we were done and I had a chance to actually think about what went down.

I wanted Jamie’s pleasure more than my own. Wanted him to finally give in so I could see him come.

The intensity of my desire had been so great that seeing Jamie rub his hand over his pec and gently tweak his own nippleas he dragged his heated gaze up and down my body elevator-style was enough to send me crashing into my orgasm with a confused moan.

As I came, Jamie’s hungry gaze stayed locked on me, his mouth falling open in a silent cry and his body going stiff before a whole-body shudder ripped through him.

His soft cry and the way he never looked away from me as he came shook something loose inside me, leaving me even more confused and out of sorts.

I’d watched my best friend come, and it had been the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

What the actual fuck?

2

JAMIE

For the firsttime in three years, I had no idea how to act around Isaac.

I’d spent the better part of the last hour lying in bed and reliving last night, trying to understand what the hell happened and how everything had gone sideways.

After I’d worked myself up into a panic, I’d gotten my ass out of bed and gone out into the living room to see where Isaac’s head was at and how much of the night he remembered.

That conversation was the most uncomfortable one we’d ever had, and the more we talked, the more I couldn’t shake the fear that we’d irrevocably changed things between us with a stupid mistake.

We’d never had trouble talking to each other, not once in all our years of friendship and being roommates. Even the first time we met hadn’t been full of the usual awkward small talk or polite pauses as we felt each other out.

We’d spent over an hour talking about our backgrounds, hockey, and even sensitive topics like world events and politics before we’d even finished hashing out the details of a roommate arrangement.

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