Page 103 of Dirty Like Dylan

“Oh—”

“We would all agree to commit,” Dylan said. “And since you’re on the pill, we’d all get tested, so we could lose the condoms.”

“We wanna go bareback with you,” Ashley added, his breath warming my ear, his fingers plucking at my nipples now, making me shiver. He felt it and pinched harder.

Oh…

“That means no other partners,” Dylan said. “For any of us.”

Oh, God. My panties were getting wet. Soaked. It was what they were saying, what Ashley was doing—what Dylan’s eyes were doing—and their voices, husky and low, borderline commanding, as they laid out what they wanted.

“We wanna be clear about our expectations,” Ashley said. “And yours. Everything out in the open, for all of us.”

“Everything,” Dylan agreed. “And in case you’re wondering if we’re serious about this, we are. We had a similar arrangement with another woman, briefly, last year. Before Ash hooked up with Elle.”

“What woman?” I asked, before I thought better of it. I was instantly dreading that it might’ve been Summer. For some reason, that particular woman made me all kinds of envious. Maybe it was the rapport she seemed to have with Ashley. She wasn’t even the most beautiful woman at that party tonight, but there was just something about her. She was sexy as hell. Like if I were a guy, I’d totally want to hit that.

“You don’t know her,” Dylan said. “Her name is Kitty.”

Kitty?

Seriously?

Now I had a head full of a very feline-looking babe in some kinky Catwoman outfit. Maybe Summer would’ve been preferable.

“We weren’t with her long,” Ashley said. “We’re hoping this time will work out better. With you.”

“Until when?” I blurted. Because as much as I’d tried to get my head and my heart around what Dylan had laid out for me on our first date, I still did not relish the idea of being dumped and forgotten the minute they went on tour.

No matter how serious things got between the three of us—or didn’t—I still wasn’t comfortable with that forecast to the end of our arrangement.

“Whenever,” Ashley said, and his hands fell away from me as he started getting undressed. He stripped off his shirt, and I crossed my arms loosely over my chest, feeling weirdly exposed.

“That’s pretty vague. I thought we were being clear here.”

“Forever.” Ashley shrugged as he shucked off his jeans, like it was no big deal, like he hadn’t just tossed out the word forever. “Or tomorrow. As long as we all want to be here.”

I looked at Dylan. He just lay there, a slight, crooked grin on his lips, as Ashley tossed a strip of condoms at him. He caught it and tore one off, his lust-hooded eyes never leaving mine.

I did not know what to say. Because I did want to be here, despite my fears. And I did not particularly want an expiry date on this.

But forever? In a ménage à trois? I wasn’t exactly the world’s most conventional girl, but I wasn’t sure I was that freaky either.

Now, I really didn’t know if I preferred Forever or Until we go on tour.

So I defaulted to my usual non-response. “Can I think about it?”

“Yes.” Dylan reached for me, yanking me into bed. I lay down beside him, and I felt Ashley slide in behind me. They were both naked as they pressed in around me, hot and strong. “We don’t want to pressure you, Amber, if this isn’t what you want…” As Dylan spoke, he ran a heavy hand down my curves, possessively, like he knew I wanted.

Oh, I want…

“We just want to make things clear,” Ashley repeated, his breath hot on my neck, “for all of us.”

“This way, we build trust,” Dylan explained, and ripped the condom packet open with his teeth. “You don’t have to worry about us hooking up with someone else behind your back.”

“Why would I worry about that?”

Wow. That was so nonchalant, I almost bought it.

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