Page 84 of Triple Play
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
THE RULE OF THREE
Wyatt
We’re two hours into a movie none of us are watching when Jordie breaks the silence.
“I’m horny.”
Elise chokes on her water. I don’t move from my position on the couch, Elise tucked against my side, her head on my chest. But my body responds immediately to the words, blood rushing south before my brain can catch up.
“Of course you are,” Elise manages, setting her water down. “You’re always horny.”
“That’s not true.” Jordie’s sprawled on the other end of the couch, her feet in his lap. He’s been doing this thing all night where he massages her ankle, her calf, getting progressively higher. Testing. “Sometimes I’m hungry.”
“Jordie—”
“What?” He grins, shameless. “We had a great day. We established we’re doing this—whatever this is. And now we’re sitting here pretending to watch a movie while I’m thinking about the fact that you promised me a raincheck.”
My hand stills where it’s been playing with her hair. “Raincheck?”
“From the party,” Elise explains, and I can feel the heat in her face against my chest. “I told him I’d come to his room after everyone left, but then you—”
“Needed her more,” I finish. No shame in it. She saved me that night. Gave me eight hours of sleep I desperately needed.
“Exactly.” Jordie’s hand slides higher on her leg, just above her knee. “So technically, she owes me.”
“I don’t owe you anything,” Elise says, but there’s no bite in it.
“Poor choice of words.” Jordie’s eyes are dark now, heated. “Let me rephrase. I would very much like to finish what we started at that party. And I’m thinking Wyatt might want to join us.”
The words hang in the air. Bold. Direct. So fucking Jordie.
Elise shifts against me and I can feel her breathing change, getting faster. She’s not saying no.
“Wyatt?” Her voice is careful. “What do you think?”
What do I think? I think I’ve been hard for the last twenty minutes just from having her pressed against me. I think watching Jordie’s hands on her has been driving me insane with want. I think the idea of both of us touching her, learning her together, is about to short-circuit my brain.
But I need to be sure. Need to know this is what she wants, not just what Jordie’s pushing for.
“Is that something you want?” I ask her quietly.
She tilts her head to look up at me, those hazel eyes searching my face. “Both of you? At the same time?”
“Yeah.”
She’s quiet for a moment, thinking. I can feel her heart racing against my ribs.
“I’ve never—” She stops. Starts again. “I don’t know how that would even work.”
“We figure it out together.” Jordie’s voice is softer now, that playful edge giving way to something more genuine. “No pressure. No expectations. We just… see what feels good.”
“And if I want to stop?”
“Then we stop,” I say immediately. “Any time. For any reason.”
She looks between us, and I can see the war happening behind her eyes. Want versus fear versus uncertainty.
