Page 43 of Undone

“Darlin’, you didn’t have to, either, but you did. I’m assuming out of respect for me.”

“Would you have told me about the kiss you two shared if I hadn’t brought it up tonight?”

“The truth is, probably not. I wouldn’t have told you his secret if you hadn’t. Anyway, I doubt it will ever happen again.”

“Unless I tell him we’re a package deal.”

He stared at her. “What do you mean?” He knew exactly what she meant because he was the one to suggest a threesome, but he wanted to be absolutely sure.

As with any relationship, clear communication was key to keeping it healthy. That was especially true when it came to polyamory.

“Well, let’s break it down. Despite him being pissed, he’s attracted to you, right?”

“If that kiss”—and his cock grinding against mine—“was any indication, then yes.”

“We know he’s interested in me. I have no doubt you’re interested in me, and now I know you’re interested in him.”

Her analysis was basic but true. “It doesn’t have to be a threesome. We could each have a separate sexual relationship with each other.”

She frowned. “Like a love triangle?”

“Thatisan option.” But not Ford’s preference. “Dylan might be more agreeable to that. At least to start.”

“To start?”

“I’d prefer to have you and Dylan at the same time. Is that your preference, too?”

That wrinkle reappeared on her forehead. “Having two men at once?”

“Have you done it?”

“Have you?” she countered.

“I’ve had threesomes before,” he revealed. “Only short-term, though. And only for sex and nothing deep.”

Her lips twitched.

He chuckled. “Okay, a few things were deep, but not the actual relationship.”

Her barely-there grin bloomed into a smile. “Who else but us could be sitting around the dinner table contemplating a threesome?”

“Are you into it? If we can convince Dylan, that is.” Ford was trying not to get too excited about the possibility since a few hurdles needed to be overcome first.

“I’m worried about one of us being left out or dealing with jealousy.”

Or evenfeelingleft out, whether true or not. Those could all be hurdles. “It could happen. Threesomes can get messy. It’s a risk, for sure.”

“I don’t want to screw up my relationship with you, either.”

He reached across the table to grab her hand and give it a gentle squeeze. “You won’t, darlin’. It’s not me you have to worry about.”

“He can be intense.”

“I’ve noticed,” he said dryly. “Maybe we can help loosen him up a little.”

“This idea is growing on me. But poor Dylan, he has no idea what the two of us are cooking up for him.”

When she tipped her beer bottle to her lips, he paused his eating to watch her throat undulate. His favorite necklace she wore around that delicate column was his hand.

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