Page 169 of Meet Me in the Dark: The Complete Series

"Please text me when you get there, so I'll know you arrived safely."

"Of course. What about you, anything planned for tonight?"

To have sex with two men I've deliberately avoided thinking about all week.

"Nothing special. Just me and the couch."

"Lexa, you are far too beautiful to be sitting at home alone on a Sunday."

"Yes, so you've said a time or a thousand." I chuckle. "Have fun this weekend. Don't forget to text me."

"Okay. Love you, honey."

"Love you, too, Mom."

I hang up and go to put my phone on the counter, only it vibrates in my hand before I get the chance to. The screen lights up and I see a text from Jeremiah. I despise my heart for the way it begins beating faster at just seeing his name.

Here's our address. See you at six.

I read the address, both loving and hating the way he doesn't ask but tells me what time to be there. I ignore the heat rushing through me as I see Ezekiel’s name at the top too, but something tells me he won’t be texting me a message as well. Putting my phone down, I go to my bedroom closet to look for something to wear. I have no idea how I'm supposed to dress for a night at their house. Casual, dressy, jeans, a dress? I settle on a soft pink tank top with a swooping neckline and a flowy black skirt that comes all the way to the floor.

I shower, shave, and wash my hair, all the while the excitement in me worrying me. It's easy at first to tell myself it's only anticipation at what's to come, but as I get dressed and do my hair, looking at my reflection and wondering if they'll like what they see, I'm forced to admit that it's more. I'm wondering about more than what they'll do to my body. I'm wondering what they'll say. What they'll have on, or not have on. I wonder if they've been thinking of me as much as I've been desperately trying not to think about them.

My phone vibrates again, and I open the text, thinking it's from Jeremiah again. It's from my mom instead, letting me know she's arrived at Richard's lake house. It's like a bucket of freezing water getting poured over me, brutally reminding me of why I can't afford to think of them as anything other than men to pleasure me. I'll end up like...her.

I text her back and then look in the mirror one last time.

"Get your shit together, Lexa," I murmur to my reflection.

This is fucking. Fucking I can understand. Fucking doesn't confuse me. Fucking I can allow myself. Anything else, I cannot.

I grab my purse and walk through my house to the front door. My mind is a mess on the way over, but I viciously shove down any thought except what I want to do with them once all our clothes are off. There are no doubts about anything when it comes to that. I will leave this house satisfied. But, do they expect me to stay the night now that we're at their house and not a resort? Whose bedroom will we be in, or is there some special one they bring women to when they share them in their home? Are we going to fuck the moment I get in the door or are we going to hang out like friends for a little while?

By the time I reach their house, the uncertainties have my mind racing. I notice my hands are shaking when I reach for mybag. What the fuck is wrong with me? I am not like this with anyone else, so why them? Sex is where I'm confident, where I know exactly what I want and need, so why is this situation any different? The answer doesn't come to me.

I take a deep breath that does little to relax me and get out of the car. Walking up their pathway, my eyes take in their house. Large, too large for just them, featuring gray brick, windows freaking everywhere, the shades open so you can see right into them. On the second floor, I can see a library that makes me wonder who uses it, and a home gym that doesn't surprise me at all.

"Typical." I chuckle to myself. It's a needed chuckle as I reach their door.

Nerves thrum through me, but right alongside it is excitement, desire, and curiosity for what else they can show me about what being with two men is like. I raise my hand and press my finger to their doorbell. No going back now.

Chapter 5

"You actually showed," Jeremiah says as he opens the door. "I had a bet going with Ezekiel on if you'd come."

For once, his smirk puts me at ease instead of making my shoulders tense with the rush of emotions it causes in me. It sets the tone for the night when I wasn't sure what it would be, along with his outfit. A tight grey t-shirt, jeans hanging low on his hips, bare feet. I wonder if there is anything this man doesn't look good in. Maybe a hospital gown? But then I picture it slipping open and giving me a glimpse of his tight, sexy ass and realize, nope, not even that would succeed in lowering his appeal.

I clear my throat to focus on him actually being clothed in front of me so I can finally say my first words to him.

"Well, I guess I should have waited a little longer because I do not see the red carpet I was promised."

His smirk becomes a smile. "So sorry, Your Highness, but do come in and we'll make sure the meal is more up to your standards."

"Meal?" I arch a brow as I walk into their house. Now I can smell it, though, that something absolutely delicious is cooking. "Who's the chef?"

"Both of us," Ezekiel announces as he walks into the living room.

These two are fucking killing me. Can't a girl have two minutes before her panties become soaking wet? Apparently not, because between Jeremiah and Ezekiel, wearing a white T-shirt and black pants that show the imprint of his cock far too well, there is no relief in sight from the desire threatening to overtake me.

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