Page 14 of Second Chance for the Single Mom

Haley

The sudden sight of Jordan Mayfield made me tingle with long-lost nostalgia, especially with that same permanent smirk glued to his face. He’d been the class clown back in high school, unable to take anything seriously and always doing his best to make everyone around him laugh—even the students who were trying to pay attention. If I was being totally honest, he annoyed me back then.

But something had gotten into me tonight, a daring attitude that pushed me to try new things that most single moms never would have attempted.

A threesome was already insane. A sexual act so far outside my comfort zone that it might as well have been in another timezone. Adding another guy to the mix didn’t seem all that crazy. Especially since it was someone I used to know, rather than a stranger like Shay.

He hesitated in the doorway, eyes devouring my body in a way that couldn’t be hidden. Jordan had always been good-looking, but the years had carved out the boyish edges and left behind something sharper, more defined. His blond hair was shorter than I remembered, neatly styled, but still unruly enough to remind me of the boy I used to know beneath the polish.

So, I blurted it out: “Unless you want to stay.”

For a few precious seconds, I felt even more naked and vulnerable than I already was. Would they judge me for suggesting that he stay? Would they laugh at me for wanting a third man? Would they be offended that the two of them weren’t enough for me?

But beneath me, I felt Lucas’s cock pulse with desire.

The dress shirt stretched across Jordan’s broad shoulders, the crisp fabric unable to hide the lean strength underneath. He stepped into the room, allowing the door to close behind him. When he moved, adjusting his slate-blue tie with one hand, the fluid grace of it sent an unexpected curl of heat through my body.

“All right,” he said with that easy smile that used to have our homeroom class in stitches. “Don’t have to ask me twice.”

I turned back to Lucas to make sure he was okay with this, but he was already grabbing my cheek and kissing me even harder than before. I shivered at how eager he felt, like the inclusion of a fourth participant was turning him on just as much as it was for me.

Shay’s hand slid up my back, over my bra. His fingers laced into my hair, tightening into a fist, and he tore me away from Lucas, twisting my head sideways so he could claim my mouth.

Not to be outdone, Lucas waited a few seconds before cupping my chin and pulling me back to his face, tongue conquering me all over again.

As the two of them passed me back and forth, I was dimly aware of Jordan sinking into the armchair across from the couch. Watching us like he needed to get used to the idea of all ofthisbefore joining in.

This is crazy.

Three hours ago, I was sitting on the porch with my sister, debating what show I was going to binge when Brandon went to bed. Now I was in my ex-boyfriend’s apartment, making out with his friend while a third guy watched from a few feet away.

Yet as crazy as it was, I hadn’t realized just how much Ineededthis.

While I sat in Lucas’s lap and made out with him, Shay’s hand curled around my hip and unbuttoned my jeans. His fingers dove inside without hesitation, into my panties, quickly finding my warm, wet slit.

Somehow, up to that point, it had felt like I could still change my mind. Kissing wasn’t a big deal, notreally. Even kissing two men at the same time. But this was different. I’d gone without this for too long, my sexual frustration building to the point of bursting. When Shay’s two fingers slid up inside me, I knew there was no going back. I wouldn’t have changed my mind for all the money in the world.

“There you are,” Shay whispered into my ear as he pumped me with his hand, curling his fingers until he brushed my G-spot. “She’s soaked.”

“I can tell,” Lucas growled into my mouth.

Shay dragged his teeth along my neck, and I craned my head back to give a better angle. To demand more. It shocked me to my core how amazing this felt, like it was something I had been missing out on my entire life. Why didn’t more womendothis?

All thoughts disappeared as Shay unclasped my bra. No, wait—it was Lucas’s hands gliding along my back, removing the bra from my arms and letting it fall away. I gasped as he palmed my breast, thumb brushing my hard nipple. The noise he made deep in his throat was like pure, distilled pleasure.

“I think she likes that,” Shay murmured into my neck. “She just tightened around my fingers.”

I nodded as Lucas bent his head lower, taking the other nipple between his lips and nibbling the way he used to in the back seat of his car.

“Oh my God,” I moaned as Shay’s fingers pumped faster. “I’m… I’m…”

My orgasm surged up like a tsunami, crashing over me in an instant of white-hot ecstasy. A scream of pleasure forced its way out of my lungs, filling the room as ripples of heat cascaded through my body. Then Lucas’s mouth found mine, and the swirl of his tongue gave me a slow off-ramp from the euphoria that was scouring every nerve ending I possessed.

“Not so loud,” he lectured with a smile. “The walls here are thin.”

“I. Don’t. Care,” I gritted out. I was breathless, like I’d been floating face-down in a pool of warm water.

“I like the noises she’s making,” Jordan said from his spot on the chair. “More of that, please.”

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