Page 33 of Destined Dawn
“I have one,” Spencer says. “Never have I ever had a threesome.”
“Jeez,” I say, “where are all the easing-us-in questions like never have I ever jumped out of a plane?”
“With or without a parachute?” Renzo asks.
“If you’d jumped out of a plane without a parachute you’d be dead.”
“Would I?” he says, looking down at his body as if to check it’s still there.
“Can we get back to my question?” Spencer says.
“What was it?”
“Threesome.”
Yep, I was right, this game is less about getting to know each other and more about digging for information about one another. And Spencer’s definitely digging; his eyes glued on Rhi waiting for her response.
She knocks back her drink, as do I, Azlan and Tristan. The assassin whistles.
“Fuck, yes, little rabbit. I love how bad you are.”
Tristan looks at his friend, the glass still full in his hand. “You never have?” he says, sounding genuinely surprised. “Girls at the academy seemed to think the best way of climbing into my bed was if there were two of them.”
Rhi, swaying ever so slightly on her seat, glares daggers at him; her usual inhibitions definitely impeded.
Tristan leans back in his chair with that usual nonplussed expression. “Piglet, I’m not the only one.” He points at me and Azlan.
“Yes, but their threesome was with me!” she blurts out and I decide I won’t be informing her that that particular threesome wasn’t my first, although I’m pretty sure it was Azlan’s.
“So you are happy to be shared?” the assassin says, leaning forward on his seat, his eyes darker than ever.
“Clearly, she is,” Spencer says, scowling at me and my friend.
“How many times have you done it?” Tristan asks, the bored expression gone and the interest clear on his face. “The three of you?”
“Once,” Rhi hiccups and covers her mouth, “and a half.”
“And did you enjoy it?” Tristan asks next, leaning forward on his seat.
“I think we should all go get some sleep,” Azlan says, pushing back his chair.
“Nah,” Spencer shakes his head, “things are just getting interesting.”
“Piglet, did you enjoy being shared?” Tristan repeats.
Rhi’s honey eyes spin over us all. “Yes,” she says honestly.
“We wouldn’t have done it otherwise,” Azlan says in a grump. “We’re not into making girls do stuff they don’t like.” He glares at Barone and then his cousin.
Tristan ignores him. “You think you’d like to do it again?”
“We have important matters to be considering. Our safety – Rhi’s in particular – for one. Your dick and–”
“Yes,” Rhi says, meeting Tristan’s gaze, all fire and heat, “I liked it. I liked it a lot.”
Tristan licks his lips like her words are something delicious and I can’t help but groan; the memory of that afternoon still emblazoned in my memory, scorching hot and erotic.
“You’ve drunk too much,” Azlan says to her, and she twists her head and gives him that bratty glare that drives me wild.
