Page 42 of A Fool's Game

I’m just puzzling over what that could mean when he speaks again.

“Gemma texted me.”

I must look as flummoxed as I feel, like the rug was ripped out from under me and it’s only a matter of seconds before I end up on my ass.

Taylor seems to take pity on me because his voice softens. “The girl wants to be shared, bro.”

“I…I know,” I manage to sputter out.

But do I?

Do I know anything?

“I just thought…”

“You thought it was more like shared custody? Like you’d have her Mondays, Wednesdays, and every other weekend?”

It sounds ridiculous when he says it like that in his mocking tone, but yeah. That’s more or less exactly what I thought.

I don’t get a chance to make even more of a fool of myself by admitting it, though, because Gem slides open the door and lets out a small, excited squeal when she sees the two of us standing in her room.

“I’m so happy you’re here, Ainsley.”

“Yeah,” I say, because what else can I say?

I want to be angry but any feelings I might be having are completely steamrolled by Gem’s “freshening up” whichincluded shedding her glittering white dress and putting on a lacy bodysuit that leaves nothing to the imagination.I thought her full breasts and curvy, grabbable ass looked incredible in that dress, but all dolled up in a package meant to be unwrapped? I’m salivating.

“Damn, girl. You look amazing,” Taylor says.

It’s what I should have said.

I need to get it together or walk out of here and never come back.

With a deep breath, I choose to suck it up.

This may not be something I have any experience with, but that doesn’t mean I can’t do it. Hell, it might even be fun.

It’s hard to imagine anything but fun happening with Gem in that little outfit.

“I’ve never done this before.” I decide honesty is the best path here.

“No, shit,” Taylor huffs, taking Gem around her middle with one arm and heaving her onto the bed.

Right into the spot where she pushed me down—back when I thought this night was going to be simple.

I take my pants back off in a hurry and climb up next to her. I’m determined not to wait on Taylor to tell me what to do. Gem invited me into her bed, it’s Gem I want to be negotiating with.

She’s laying back, hair splayed around her head, smiling at me, eyes shining. I go straight for her mouth, and she lets me in, kissing me with lips parted, so ready that I have to brace myself on the mattress beside her to keep from falling in.

She tastes like the sweetness of berries as her soft tongue presses between my lips. I pull back just enough to suck on the end of it and feel her smile. I dive back in and capture that smile for myself.

I feel Taylor climb on the bed on her other side, but I don’t hesitate, kissing her harder, both hands on her shoulders, sliding down to graze along her ribs.

I try not to feel the sting when she pulls away and looks over at him.

He smiles, a soft, vulnerable smile that I’ve only seen him give to her. “You seem pretty wound up. Why don’t we get you your first one, and we can go from there?”

“I got that,” I answer for her. Too quickly, too eagerly, but I don’t care.

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