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He smiled and gave me a goofy-looking wink. “If we’re dating, I think I’m supposed to bring you chocolates or flowers, not cookies.”
No. “I just want my Oreos. And who’s to say I shouldn’t be buyingyouflowers?”
Ryan laughed. “I think Dare’s going to be bringing us both flowers. He seems…to know what he wants.”
That pause…was it Ryan’s way of finally acknowledging what I wanted with Dare?
Thinking back over the sentence, I had to admit it was probably just something innocent because he’d included himself in it. “Yeah, I like that I don’t have to guess what he wants.”
Ryan smirked. “Yeah, ’cause we’d have never guessed a threesome.”
“Shh, someone’s going to hear you and kick us out.” I glanced around, but the room was loud enough that people weren’t paying attention.
“You worry too much.” But Ryan dropped his voice quieter so I relaxed again. Just because I worried didn’t mean I was wrong.
Before I could say anything else, Ryan pulled out his phone. I didn’t care about that…it was the wicked grin on his face that made me nervous. “What are you doing?”
Ryan was usually laid back, and I could normally trust him not to do something stupid, but every once in a while he’d have anI’m not an adult yetmoment and do something ridiculous. He always wore the same grin.
“Ryan?” As he started to type he shook his head, ignoring my question.
“Who are you texting?” Were we telling people we were dating the same guy?
I’d thought we’d be keeping it quiet until we figured out if it would work or not, but maybe Ryan hadn’t seen it the same way. It was one of the things I probably should have thought to talk to him about before we’d agreed to the date.
Finally, Ryan set his phone down on the table and looked up. “Okay, you were saying?”
“Don’t give me that shit, Ryan. What did you do?”
Chuckling, he turned in his seat and glanced toward the back of the room. “I sent Dare a note apologizing for us being boring and asked if he still wanted to date us both.”
I groaned and told myself that crashing my head into the table wouldn’t be reasonable behavior for a nice restaurant. Or a grown adult.
I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear his response. Ryan’s message was probably meant to be funny, but what if Dare took him seriously? I wasn’t sure I wanted to give him an easy out. Not yet at least. “I don’t even know…did he…does he?”
“Yes. He does.” Dare’s voice coming from behind me made me jump. I would have frowned, but Dare’s low chuckle sent a shiver down my spine. Then Dare leaned in close and dropped his voice low, whispering in my ear. “I can’t wait to get to know you better. Shy and sweet in public and wanting to do wicked things in bed is a tempting combination.”
Ryan’s eyes widened as my face turned red, and I could see curiosity spring into his eyes. Dare laughed low, sending a shiver through both of us, and walked around to whisper something quietly to Ryan. He didn’t blush, but his eyes widened, and he seemed to hold his breath for a moment before Dare finally stepped away to go back to his seat.
He smiled and shook his head at both of us. “Perfect first dates where it leads to the perfect relationship only happens in movies. In real life, when the first date is too perfect it means people are lying to each other or not being themselves. I’d rather have cute and awkward now and perfection later.”
I could agree to that…as long as therewasa later.
“Makes sense.” It wasn’t much of a response, but my mind was still back on thewicked thingsDare had whispered about.
How wicked was he thinking?
Laughter shone from Dare’s eyes, but I could see desire as well. What had he been imagining when he whispered to me?
Ryan’s brain was working a bit better, because he grinned. “This must mean we’re meant to be together for decades then.”
Dare chuckled and glanced back and forth between us. “I don’t see anything wrong with that picture.”
I’d seen articles online about people in polyamorous relationships and a few had even seemed to be real stories, but I’d never pictured myself in one. I’d had a hard enough time picturing myself in a relationship with a Dom, much less two men.
I glanced over at Ryan to see him looking at me, a quizzical expression on his face. I had a feeling his thoughts mirrored mine.Could I see myself in a relationship with him for years?
Part of me said yes immediately. I’d already been in a relationship with him for years. We’d talked and goofed off together…we’d even lived together for several years. We just hadn’t slept together.
