Page 103 of Wild Love
“What’s that?” His lips caress my shoulder as he waits for my answer.
“Let’s do something crazy. I mean, we are in Vegas. If we can’t top both of our lists tonight, then we’re not trying hard enough.”
His deep laughter boosts my excitement.
“Think of the possibilities. Sex in public, or maybe a sex club. Are those really a thing? Ooooh, what about a threesome? We’ll have to figure out how to make that crazier than a foursome, but I believe in us.”
His head lifts slowly, and he studies my face. “You’re serious?Youwant to have a threesome? I thought you weren’t into the whole idea.”
“And I thought you’d jump at the chance to add another person to our sexcapades.” Seriously, I thought Johnny would be all about a threesome. Especially with me after I’ve given him so much crap about it. “Do you not want to?”
“You should do it if it’s something you’re curious about, and, of course, I’d want to be there to experience it with you.”
“You’re a pretty great guy, Johnny Maverick.”
“Agreeing to a threesome doesn’t exactly make me a saint.”
“You underestimate yourself a lot.” I rest my hands along his forearms. “This summer, hanging out with you, the fun, the sex…” I start to choke up. Jesus, I must be drunker than I thought. “It’s meant a lot to me.”
“Same. I don’t want it to end. Be mine after the summer.” His arms circle around my middle and squeeze until I’m basically in his lap.
“What?” My heart races. “But I’ll be in Valley, and you’ll be in Minnesota.”
“So what? I could be a baller long-distance boyfriend.”
“Johnny, I—” My head spins.
“Just think about it, okay?”
I nod, pick up the last two glasses, and hand him one. “To doing something crazy.”
We leave the bar drunk and giggly and go up to the club on the top floor. The music is loud, and we get lost in each other, moving to the rhythm, hands roaming. I’d call it dancing, but if there wasn’t music, it’d just be called foreplay.
“Ready to get our crazy on?” I ask him.
“All right. A threesome for the lady. You’re sure you want to do this?”
“Yeah, it’ll be fun. I want to know what the big deal is.”
“Okay, then. What’s your type, baby?”
“I don’t know.” I look around at all the beautiful girls. I’m easy, apparently, because I can picture kissing any number of them, but the second I picture their grubby paws on Maverick, I’m rethinking this idea.
“Take your time. The night is young. There’s another club next door. Maybe we can find some other ways to make this night the craziest yet. Want to take a walk?”
I lace my fingers with his, and we leave the hotel. Heat radiates off the sidewalk. From inside me too. I’m bubbling with energy and lust and so many emotions I feel like I might burst with it all.
We get in the back of a line for a dance club. We’re waiting outside, neither of us really caring that we’re not inside.
I’m turned around, not paying attention to the line as I kiss Maverick. I have never been a clingy partner, but I’m flush against him and still can’t seem to get close enough.
The girl in line behind him clears her throat, and I look up to see the people in front of me have moved, and we’re holding up the line.
“Sorry,” I say.
“It’s okay.” She smiles and tosses her shiny, black hair over one shoulder. “If I had one of those, I wouldn’t need to go inside the club.”
Johnny ducks his head bashfully, playing it off with a small grin.
