As Hot as It Gets
Page 41
So much for incredible sex.
She stifled a sigh, forcing herself not to message him back. She was almost at his house, anyway, and she knew she’d look like a total brat if she cancelled their date just because sex was no longer on the table. Besides, she’d really enjoyed Dylan’s company last week, so hanging out with the charming blond SEAL wouldn’t exactly be a chore.
And maybe a sex break wasn’t such a bad thing. It was beginning to trouble her how addicted she’d become to these bedroom games with Jackson. A fun, platonic night might do her some good, clear some of the overpowering lust that had been fogging her brain for weeks now.
She arrived at Jackson’s place a few minutes later and discovered that his truck wasn’t in the driveway. But the little house was lit up like a Christmas tree, a sight that brought a wrinkle to her forehead. His message had stated that he was home, so where was his pickup?
A minute later, when Jackson opened the front door to let her in, Mia had her answer.
“Hey there, sugar.” His eyes shone with happiness—and intoxication.
Yep, he was clearly drunk, or at the very least, tipsy. He wasn’t slurring or stumbling, but his slightly flushed face and bright eyes told her he’d had a few drinks.
“Hey,” she answered. “Where’s your truck?”
“I had to leave it at the bar,” he said with a loud, regretful sigh. “We cabbed it here because I was too loaded to drive. Guess that’s what happens when you down three beers on an empty stomach.”
She frowned. “When was the last time you ate?”
“We just had some leftover pizza now. Before that…I dunno…since nine a.m. maybe?”
“You didn’t eat a thing all day and night?” she gasped.
“We were a little busy, darlin’.”
Mia was about to ask what had kept him so “busy” he’d forgotten to eat, but a voice from the living room interrupted her.
“Is that Mia?” Dylan called in delight. “Get in here, honey! I haven’t seen you in ages!”
She had to laugh as she followed Jackson into the living room. She didn’t bother reminding Dylan that they’d only met a mere week ago—she just returned the big hug he gave her and then joined him on the couch while Jackson went to the kitchen to grab her a drink.
It wasn’t long before her disappointment about not being alone with Jackson disappeared. Jen had been right—Dylan Wade was the most charming man Mia had ever met, and for the next fifteen minutes, he chatted away and regaled her with funny anecdotes that had her in fits of laughter. Jackson had returned by then, flopping down beside her, and Mia found herself sandwiched between two inebriated SEALs.
The TV was on, but the three of them didn’t pay much attention to it. Easy conversation flowed between them, eventually landing on the one subject Mia had been desperately curious about.
“Claire and Aidan come home on Sunday.” Dylan’s face shone with excitement.
“Nice. Does that mean you’re finally gonna shut up about how you ain’t gettin’ any?” Jackson cracked.
“Naah, I’ll just start babbling about how much I’m getting.”
Mia met Dylan’s eyes, a tad hesitant. “So you’re in a committed relationship with two people, huh?”
“Yep.”
“A permanent threesome.”
“Yep.”
“How does that work?” she blurted out. “I mean, do you have sex with one person one night, and the other the next night?”
Dylan snickered. “Now why would I do something so boring? It’s all three of us, every night.” He paused. “Well, unless one of them isn’t in the mood. Then it’s one-on-one, with Claire or Aidan watching. Or if I’m not feeling it—which is rare, FYI—I’ll just watch the two of them get it on.”
The craziest rush of heat traveled through Mia’s body and landed right between her legs. Before she could stop it, the thought of Dylan in bed with a woman and another man flew into her head, followed by the wicked image of him in a chair while his two lovers f**ked each other in front of him.
That the idea turned her on beyond belief confirmed what Mia had already started to suspect—she was a dirty, dirty girl. Which totally explained why she’d never enjoyed sex in the past. Her previous sexual encounters had taken place in a bedroom, one-on-one, missionary all the way with the occasional her-on-top thrown into the mix.
But Jackson had introduced her to a whole new world of sexual delights. Dominance, spanking, toys, unbelievable oral. And who could forget the very first time she’d gone out with him, when he’d brought her to climax in the middle of a parking lot? Afterward, she’d realized that the risk of getting caught had contributed greatly to the explosive orgasm she’d had that night, and ever since then, she’d started to anticipate her encounters with Jackson. It thrilled her, never knowing what he had in store for her, and she couldn’t deny that she loved the way he ordered her around, not to mention his complete lack of inhibition.
And clearly Dylan was equally uninhibited, because for the next ten minutes, he explained—in great detail—the mechanics of having sex with more than one person. By the time he hopped off the couch to use the bathroom, Mia was squirming on the cushions, so turned on she could barely breathe.
Jackson, of course, wasted no time commenting on her agitated state.
“Ah, sugar, you’re as red as a tomato.” He slid closer so he could put his arm around her shoulder. “You like hearing Dylan talk about his lovers, eh?”
She stifled a sigh, forcing herself not to message him back. She was almost at his house, anyway, and she knew she’d look like a total brat if she cancelled their date just because sex was no longer on the table. Besides, she’d really enjoyed Dylan’s company last week, so hanging out with the charming blond SEAL wouldn’t exactly be a chore.
And maybe a sex break wasn’t such a bad thing. It was beginning to trouble her how addicted she’d become to these bedroom games with Jackson. A fun, platonic night might do her some good, clear some of the overpowering lust that had been fogging her brain for weeks now.
She arrived at Jackson’s place a few minutes later and discovered that his truck wasn’t in the driveway. But the little house was lit up like a Christmas tree, a sight that brought a wrinkle to her forehead. His message had stated that he was home, so where was his pickup?
A minute later, when Jackson opened the front door to let her in, Mia had her answer.
“Hey there, sugar.” His eyes shone with happiness—and intoxication.
Yep, he was clearly drunk, or at the very least, tipsy. He wasn’t slurring or stumbling, but his slightly flushed face and bright eyes told her he’d had a few drinks.
“Hey,” she answered. “Where’s your truck?”
“I had to leave it at the bar,” he said with a loud, regretful sigh. “We cabbed it here because I was too loaded to drive. Guess that’s what happens when you down three beers on an empty stomach.”
She frowned. “When was the last time you ate?”
“We just had some leftover pizza now. Before that…I dunno…since nine a.m. maybe?”
“You didn’t eat a thing all day and night?” she gasped.
“We were a little busy, darlin’.”
Mia was about to ask what had kept him so “busy” he’d forgotten to eat, but a voice from the living room interrupted her.
“Is that Mia?” Dylan called in delight. “Get in here, honey! I haven’t seen you in ages!”
She had to laugh as she followed Jackson into the living room. She didn’t bother reminding Dylan that they’d only met a mere week ago—she just returned the big hug he gave her and then joined him on the couch while Jackson went to the kitchen to grab her a drink.
It wasn’t long before her disappointment about not being alone with Jackson disappeared. Jen had been right—Dylan Wade was the most charming man Mia had ever met, and for the next fifteen minutes, he chatted away and regaled her with funny anecdotes that had her in fits of laughter. Jackson had returned by then, flopping down beside her, and Mia found herself sandwiched between two inebriated SEALs.
The TV was on, but the three of them didn’t pay much attention to it. Easy conversation flowed between them, eventually landing on the one subject Mia had been desperately curious about.
“Claire and Aidan come home on Sunday.” Dylan’s face shone with excitement.
“Nice. Does that mean you’re finally gonna shut up about how you ain’t gettin’ any?” Jackson cracked.
“Naah, I’ll just start babbling about how much I’m getting.”
Mia met Dylan’s eyes, a tad hesitant. “So you’re in a committed relationship with two people, huh?”
“Yep.”
“A permanent threesome.”
“Yep.”
“How does that work?” she blurted out. “I mean, do you have sex with one person one night, and the other the next night?”
Dylan snickered. “Now why would I do something so boring? It’s all three of us, every night.” He paused. “Well, unless one of them isn’t in the mood. Then it’s one-on-one, with Claire or Aidan watching. Or if I’m not feeling it—which is rare, FYI—I’ll just watch the two of them get it on.”
The craziest rush of heat traveled through Mia’s body and landed right between her legs. Before she could stop it, the thought of Dylan in bed with a woman and another man flew into her head, followed by the wicked image of him in a chair while his two lovers f**ked each other in front of him.
That the idea turned her on beyond belief confirmed what Mia had already started to suspect—she was a dirty, dirty girl. Which totally explained why she’d never enjoyed sex in the past. Her previous sexual encounters had taken place in a bedroom, one-on-one, missionary all the way with the occasional her-on-top thrown into the mix.
But Jackson had introduced her to a whole new world of sexual delights. Dominance, spanking, toys, unbelievable oral. And who could forget the very first time she’d gone out with him, when he’d brought her to climax in the middle of a parking lot? Afterward, she’d realized that the risk of getting caught had contributed greatly to the explosive orgasm she’d had that night, and ever since then, she’d started to anticipate her encounters with Jackson. It thrilled her, never knowing what he had in store for her, and she couldn’t deny that she loved the way he ordered her around, not to mention his complete lack of inhibition.
And clearly Dylan was equally uninhibited, because for the next ten minutes, he explained—in great detail—the mechanics of having sex with more than one person. By the time he hopped off the couch to use the bathroom, Mia was squirming on the cushions, so turned on she could barely breathe.
Jackson, of course, wasted no time commenting on her agitated state.
“Ah, sugar, you’re as red as a tomato.” He slid closer so he could put his arm around her shoulder. “You like hearing Dylan talk about his lovers, eh?”
