Page 58 of Thoroughly Pucked

“I was very,verydistracted,” I say, and I’m not telling her anything she doesn’t already know. But it’s a relief to finally give voice to these desires.

My longing for her, but the thrill, too, in sharing her. Not gonna lie—that fling with Zahra four years ago was the hottest, sexiest month of my life.

Before today with Aubrey.

I didn’t even get off, and it was hotter with her. I’m not sure why. Maybe her excitement. Her eagerness. Her wide eyes and bold mind.

I don’t want to take a chance with Aubrey’s heart, but I’d fucking love to show her how good we can make her feel together.

If she’s willing.

If she knows the score.

If she wants the same things we do—orgasms and an end.

She shifts her focus back to me. “You also know what Ledger likes in a woman. And Ledger knows what you’re into, Dev,” she says, clearly adding up the evidence from this afternoon, and perhaps from this whole trip.

No point keeping this a secret. Not after the hike. “We’ve shared before,” I say.

Her breath comes out in an excited rush. “I was hoping you had.”

Well, that’s a horse of a different color.

“That so?” Ledger jumps eagerly on that comment.

Aubrey nibbles on the corner of her lips. “I’ve been thinking about it for…the last few days.”

My neck burns. “You wanted us to share you?” My voice is rough with lust. It’s hot to hear her voice her desires. Even hotter to explore them with her.

Her smile is sensual, confessional. “Yes. I couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility,” she admits, then waves a hand in front of her face like she needs to cool off.

I don’t know that I’ll survive the heat either.

“Me neither,” I admit.

“Same fucking here,” Ledger says, then takes another drink of his red wine. Bet he needs to cool off too.

There’s another smile again from Aubrey—sexy, but wholly innocent at the same damn time. That’s her specialty, it seems. “I sensed it. But today confirmed it. The way you knew what to do in the woods. The position. The bench. Even just how you held me.” She shivers.

I strip away any flirting, any humor as I tell her about our experience. “One summer a few years back, we were both in Los Angeles. We met a woman at the gym. We were both into her. She was into both of us.”

Aubrey’s eyes widen with each sentence. “Did she tea?—?”

Holy shit. She’s so fucking into this she can’t even finish.

“She taught us everything we know about sharing a woman,” Ledger supplies, answering the almost asked question.

Her cheeks flush. “I nominate her for teacher of the year.” Then her brow knits, and she gestures from Ledger to me and back. “Were you two ever together? With each other?”

There’s no concern. Only curiosity.

I shake my head. “We were only with Zahra. We both like women. It was a summer fling. We all knew the score. And when she returned to Beirut before thehockey season, she gave us each a Leatherman and a note—now you’ve got all the tools.”

Aubrey sighs happily. “I love Zahra.”

And I fucking love that there’s zero jealousy on Aubrey’s part. Not that there should be. But her girl support is yet another thing I like about her.

Too bad I don’t need more things to like about this beautiful woman.

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