Page 17 of Bred Winner

He grins, but ignores my rhetorical question. “Let me ask you a question.”

“Okay.”

“By my count, you’ve had six semi-serious boyfriends over the years. I know why each relationship ended, but we’ve never talked about sex. So, what I want to know is what fantasies do you have that you’ve never experienced?”

“You want to know my sexual fantasies?” I arch my brow and smile.

“Absolutely, I do. I want to know everything about you. Mostly, I do, but this is the one area we’ve never talked about, and I think tonight is the perfect time to do so.”

“Maybe we should do shots?” I giggle, a blush hitting my cheeks.

“We’re not getting drunk tonight.”

Shaking my head, I lean my cheek against his hard chest. “No. I have work in the morning.”

“Are your fantasies so forbidden that you need alcohol to admit them to me?” Coen hooks his finger under my chin and raises my head, his brow furrowed.

“Well, some of them I’m living out now. I’ve always wondered about you, Oakley, and Tristan, but I wasn’t willing to let it impede our friendship.”

“And? What else?”

I shrug and return to my comfort spot with my cheek pressed against his muscled chest. “Sex in pseudo-public places. Like, being so turned on, we can’t control ourselves and have to duck into a bathroom or do it against a wall behind some bushes.”

“That’s a good one.” His voice reverberates in his chest against my face.

“Giving head while driving down the freeway.”

He sucks in his breath, his voice dropping an octave, which tells me he’s turned on by the idea. “You’ve never done that with a boyfriend before?”

I shake my head. Sadly, I wasn’t very adventurous with any of my ex-boyfriends—not that any of them ever asked.

“And? What else, sweetness?” He trails his fingers up and down my inner thigh, inching closer to where I want him most with every pass.

“Blindfolds. Restraints. Being ravaged by multiple men.”

Coen’s body tightens, his fingers still. “Multiple men?”

I suppress my smile and bury my face in his neck. “You’ve done that, right?”

“Kind of. College hijinks and drunken nights, and then there was Amanda, but we haven’t really taken a woman togethertogether.”

“What’s the difference between what you’ve done and what you’ve yet to do?”

He sighs heavily, as if he’d been holding his breath. “Do you really want the details right now?”

I glance up at him. “Maybe not.”

He gently traces my cheek and slides his thumbs across my bottom lip. “If you want to do that, when you want to do that, we’ll be on board. Even though we’ve never done it, we’ll do it with you.”

“Maybe we should start with a kiss first?” I smile, pressing my lips against his and closing my eyes, effectively closing down this conversation for now. I shouldn’t be talking about all of us together, instead giving Coen and I our night together.

He’s gentle, tentative at first, as if exploring me for the first time. While it’s been a few years since the last time we made out, we’ve kissed and held on to each other more than I have the other guys. We consoled each other when our parents died—first his father, then a few years later, my momma. Coen has always been the first one I call on, mostly because he has this de facto leadership quality to him that everyone else accepts.

Even this idea was his, or at least it was his to voice, although I think we were all thinking some version of it. I never would’ve asked them directly to father my child, because I wouldn’t want them to feel compelled to take on a lifelong commitment like that, but they signed up without a second thought.

It doesn’t take long for Coen and I to be making out like we have before, only this time, his touches are more assertive. He unfastens the buttons of my blouse and flicks open my bra clasp with efficiency, lowering his head and sucking my nipples into his mouth. I arch into his masterful touch, tossing my head back and moaning his name.

Then he lays me out on the couch, undressing me as he moves down my body. “I’ve always wanted to lick you until you came. I’ve spent a lifetime dreaming about it.”

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