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Maddox

Standing in Onyx’s back room, surrounded by records and tapes and all the things that were typically so awesome, the only one that mattered at this moment was Alys, and her scowl was devouring me.

I was being shitty about her news, and I needed to stop.

It wasn’t like I thought Xander was going to steal her away. He was very devoted to the people he loved, and Alys wasn’t interested in someone big and bossy and grumpy like him anyway.

The way she lit up when she was talking to him today, though, and the smile she wore last night in Joystick’s… I wanted to do that for her. I wanted to be the reason she beamed like she’d just gotten the best news in the universe.

Instead, I’d made her scowl, like she’d found a worm in her apple.

“It’s fantastic news.” I made sure my enthusiasm was clear. “I really do think it’s a great chance.”

“Yeah?” Alys seemed to relax.

“In case you don’t know, we think you’re brilliant.” I never wanted her to think otherwise. “I support anything and everything you do.”

Onyx pushed away from the counter that supported his weight, and moved closer to us. “I’m worried about you overworking yourself, but that doesn’t make your news any less amazing. Then again, Xander would be an idiot to pass up an idea like yours. Anyone would.”

Pink spread across Alys’s cheeks, and one corner of her mouth tugged up. “I didn’t expect the two of you to go from grumpy to an Alys circle jerk so quickly. Thanks, both of you.”

Alys circle jerk? Probably not the part of her words I should focus on, but my brain being what it was, I ran with the thought. I knew better than to say so—talk about a tacky and insincere transition—but that didn’t stop the mental images.

Of Alys naked, parking her thighs and exposing her slick, glistening pussy as she ran her fingers along her skin.

“Did you leave us, Maddox?” As Alys spoke, so did the one in my fantasy, but I was pretty sure real Alys’s question didn’t have anything to do with my imagination.

I shook my head, but it didn’t rattle the vivid thoughts away. “I’m still here.”

“You said circle jerk and now his mind is stuck in one,” Onyx teased.

Fuck it. If he was going to out me, I’d own it. “Only half my mind is stuck there, and I kept that half quiet, thank you very much.”

“I’ve always appreciated your honesty.” Alys’s scowl was gone.

“The question is, were you the one masturbating or was Alys?” Onyx asked.

Why not both? “I assume we both would've eventually, but she started it.” I really didn’t intend to make the conversation sexy. I didn’t mind, but the way Alys clucked and let out a tiny sigh told me I’d fucked up.

“I hate to kill the mood…” she said.

Yup. Here it was.

“We should talk about the other night.”

Not what I expected her to say. “Which one?” Duh. “The one with the incredible sex? That’s not a mood killer.”

Onyx huffed, but he was almost smiling. “What about it?”

“Can it happen again? All three of us?”

I’d never considered there was another option. Not that I’d devoted a lot of brainpower to what next. Mostly because I assumed if we were all on the same page, why not? “Why wouldn’t it? We all agreed to the same rules—no strings. And it was good for me. You both seemed to enjoy yourselves.”

“It was good,” Onyx said.

Alys’s blush was back. “Really good.”

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