Page 54 of Waiting for It

Chapter Twenty-One

That night in the hotelroom felt like the when we’d checked in. The way things always had with Chase and Luke, before everything fell apart. Dinner, laughing, and having fun. I didn’t even try to keep track of the tangents, as long as I could follow them and each hop made sense.

“Annie and I are Dance Dance Revolution champions. As in, official,” Chase said.

Luke looked impressed. “DDR? No shit. Like Scott Pilgrim level?”

Chase gave a short barking laugh. “He wishes he was as incredible as us.”

“I had no idea.”

“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me.” I wanted to keep my tone serious and somber, but I was enjoying myself too much. Funny how frequently that was a state of mind for me around these two.

“We all have a lot to learn about each other. But I’m not opposed to stripping away a single layer at a time, until I can see it all.” The way Luke dragged his gaze over me, I felt it in my core.

Chase adjusted himself on the bed. “There’s a lot of innuendo there. Does that mean we’re transitioning from learning about each other to sex?”

“That’s a real weak transition.” Not that I minded. With the hurt gone, my mind was happy to linger on our first night here. The need. The want. I swore my brain was whimpering use me.

Chase shrugged. “It comes with a strong follow-up. That’s got to count for something.”

“Are we keeping count now? Inches? Orgasms?” With each word, Luke ticked off another finger.

“I thought you two weren’t competing.”

“It’s always a competition when it comes to sex,” Chase said.

Luke leaned in closer, mouth inches from mine. “Not if my filthy baby doll doesn’t want it to be.”

The words flipped a switch, and my every nerve ending sparked to life, looking for stimulation.

“Wait. Are you competing with me about who’s right?” Chase asked. If he had any idea what was racing through my head, he was an asshole. A glorious, tempting asshole who was dancing his fingertips down my spine, and talking as if this were the most casual thing in the world.

“You two are ridiculous.” My voice was breathy, giving me away. If the flush to my skin hadn’t done so already.

Chase kissed the shell of my ear. “But we’re well hung.”

“Are we talking length or girth?” Luke asked.

“If you’re going to insist on keeping count, I’m strictly looking at number of orgasms.”

“That sounds like a challenge.” Chase teased up the bottom of my shirt to brush my skin.

Luke hadn’t touched me yet, but the way he watched me... “Where do I submit my application?” he asked. “I like to think I work well within a team environment. As long as I’m in charge.”

“I think the application process should involve a talent show.” I was going to make them work for this at least a little bit.

“Would you like to be restrained or just worshiped?” Luke asked.

Either. Both. And then some. They were making it hard to draw this out. “Without using me as a prop.”

Chase stood and tugged at his zipper.

“Without using anyone’s genitals as a prop.” I added quickly.

Chase pouted. “You’re taking all the hard out of this.”

Luke knelt at my feet and grasped my fingers. “There once was a proper lady. Who moaned when her boss called her baby—”

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