Page 61 of Wicked Fantasies

After an afternoon spent showering, dozing and fucking, they’d fallen asleep. Now it was three a.m. on Sunday morning and he realized they’d failed to eat dinner again.

Rubbing his empty stomach, Colt looked over at his best friends sleeping peacefully beside him. Kylie was draped over Heath with her leg hiked up around his waist, her hand on his chest, and her head on his shoulder. He grinned at the image they made, both sprawled out and disheveled.

I could wake up like this every day of my life.

As soon as the notion crossed his mind, he attempted to push it away. Too many times this weekend, he’d found his thoughts drifting to what if?

Punching his pillow, he tried to find a comfortable position for sleep. Unfortunately his mind continued to race with the question that kept haunting him.

What if they made this arrangement permanent?

Who said they couldn’t change the rules of the game? After all, it was their game.

What if they snubbed their noses at conventional society and accepted the fact that the three of them fit? They were perfect together.

The words had been on the tip of his tongue several times, but he’d never been able to voice them aloud to his friends. Something always held him back.

What if Kylie agreed, but Heath didn’t? Or vice versa? He knew without a shadow of a doubt they were meant to be a trio.

If Kylie left them, he wasn’t sure what they would do. She brought out the best in both of them.

He had a habit of being headstrong and opinionated, but Kylie softened those rough edges and without her steadying influence, Heath would have succumbed to his workaholic tendencies long ago.

They needed her and not singularly, but as a unit.

This weekend had proven to him that there was no way in hell he could go back to a one man, one woman affair. He prided himself on being a red-blooded heterosexual male, but watching Heath and Kylie together had changed some intrinsic part of him and he knew he’d never view sex the same again. He was convinced that where this relationship was concerned, it was all or nothing and he desperately wanted it all.

Giving up on sleep, Colt pulled on some sweatpants and quietly padded to the kitchen. Maybe a midnight snack would cure his sleeplessness. Maybe it was an empty stomach and not his anxious fears keeping him awake.

Yeah right.

Digging around in the fridge, he found some sandwich fixings. Pulling them out, he started putting the ingredients together without thinking.

“That looks good.”

He looked up to find a hungry-looking Heath eyeballing his sandwich.

“Get your own.”

Heath grinned at him as Colt pulled his plate closer as if to protect a precious treasure.

“I think you must be the only man on the planet who’s irritable after sex.”

Colt frowned. “I’m not irritable.”

Heath didn’t reply, merely lifted his eyebrows in disbelief.

“At least, it’s not the sex.”

“Hunger?”

“No.” He wondered if he should try to explain his worries. He’d already attempted to bring the subject up once and Heath had dismissed it.

Heath sat down across from him and started to assemble a sandwich for himself. “Worrying about Monday isn’t going to stop it from coming.”

He glanced up, surprised at Heath’s astuteness.

“We made a mistake. A fucking whopper of a mistake.”

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