Page 60 of Sweet Shots

Tonight is one of the best nights I’ve had in a long time, maybethebest night I’ve ever had, and it’s only going to get better. I don’t remember the last time I had fun or a night that I will remember for years to come.

Dominic gets the front door open, falling into it again as it swings open. He trips, stumbling inside as the door slaps against the back wall, putting a hole in it. I can’t help but laugh.

“Fuck,” Dominic mutters with a chuckle, grabbing the knob and closing the door a little too hard.

He turns to face me, gripping my waist and pulling me to him with a growl. His tongue slips into my mouth, and I kiss him back just as fiercely, gripping his shirt so hard my fingers ache.

“Are you sure about this?” he whispers against my lips.

“So fucking sure,” I respond.

I may regret this tomorrow or the day after, but I’m not worrying about that. I’m focusing on what I want right this very minute.

“Kiss him,” Dominic whispers against my mouth, alcohol strong on his breath. He takes a step back as his gaze goes to Storm, who is standing a few feet from us.

My stomach does a little flip. I’m excited but nervous about making the first move. After getting drunk and hanging out with him for hours, I guess he isn’t so bad. Though, maybe that’s the alcohol talking. I get this weird feeling when I think about him and Dominic being together. It’s definitely jealousy, but it’s something else too. I don’t know how to explain it. But whatever it is, it’s fueling this need to have my first ever threesome.

It was my idea. One that shocked the shit out of Dominic and also turned him on—a lot. He did plenty of things throughout the night to make me jealous, and I loved every moment of it. I hadn’t expected to up the game, but here we are.

Storm is the one who closes the distance between us, wrapping his hand around my neck and pulling me to him. We’re the same height, about the same size, build wise. Dominic is slightly more muscular and a little taller.

I can’t be sure how the dynamic will go, as I don’t know Storm, but I can’t imagine him being more dominant than Dominic is. If I had to guess, I’d say Dominic will take charge of both of us, and Storm will be right behind him. I don’t have a dominant bone in my body—in or out of the bedroom, as much as I used to think I did. Yes, I have a mouth on me, and I can be rude as hell and tell people off, but that’s all I’ve got. It’s a defense mechanism I learned because that’s how I stood up for myself. It was all I had because getting physical with other people meant my mother and whatever guy of the week she had would get physical with me, whether it was my fault or not.

Storm’s lips are soft, his kiss slow and firm. Teasing, like he’s putting on a show. I guess we all may do that tonight, considering we’re used to being in front of a camera and the whole thing started with jealousy.

“Fuck, that’s so goddamn hot,” Dominic growls from behind me.

I step closer to Storm, deepening the kiss, wanting to show Dominic how much I’m enjoying it. Dominic had his fun making me jealous all night. It’s only fair I return the favor. I don’t know if he’ll get jealous in the same sense, but it’s doing something to him.

I’m really getting into the kiss, losing myself in it, almost forgetting that my boyfriend is standing right here. Storm’s a good kisser, and his body is pressed against mine, his hand still on the back of my neck as he holds me to him. His tongue, warmand wet, strokes mine and I let out a groan. That’s when I’m yanked back.

“Upstairs,” Dominic growls, staring into my eyes. “You too,” he snaps at Storm, eyes darting that way.

Any question I had about them being together before is gone. It’s clear they have been. And that doesn’t make me as upset as it did at the beginning of the night.

I hurry up the stairs, my heart pounding harder with each step. I hear them moving just as quickly behind me. Once I’m at the top, I head into the bedroom. As soon as I step inside, I recall what Dominic told me about being the only person he’s fucked in his bed, but that’s about to change.

Am I okay with that?

Am I spoiling something that has made me feel okay being with him?

Guess there’s only one way to find out.

I walk toward the bed, but someone grabs my arm, their mouth on mine before I get the chance to see who it is. But I can tell by the possessiveness in the kiss that it’s Dominic. The way his fingers dig into my jaw and his tongue strokes mine. He has a way about kissing… There’s no mistaking it. It’s ownership.

“What are the limits?” Storm asks, causing Dominic to pull away, but his eyes stay on me.

“Your call,” he says, his fingers dipping under my shirt and brushing along my skin. His soft touches make all his harsh ones meaningful. He isn’t touching me, even when he’s rough, to hurt me. He cares about me.

“I don’t know… I’ve never done this before,” I admit.

Storm smiles, looking like he’s just won the lottery. I’m not so naïve to ask if Dominic has, I know he has—I’ve seen the videos. I can only assume Storm has too, and that’s fine. I’m not inexperienced in the bedroom, just in threesomes.

“I am not bottoming,” Dominic says, taking a step back. “I’m fine with anything else.”

Of course, I already knew this.

“Anything goes for me,” Storm says, turning his attention to me, which has my throat getting a little tight. All eyes are on me, all the attention. They’re waiting for a response, for me to make a decision.

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