Kelly Jamieson - Love Me More

“Two women is every guy’s fantasy.”

Melina smiled against Gavin’s chest where his heart thudded, its rhythm heavy from the orgasm he’d just had. Sweat slicked their bodies, bare and twined together, the covers bunched up at the foot of the bed.

“So,” she murmured, “your fantasy came to life that night that Abby and I…”

“Well…sort of.”

She lifted her head to look at him. “What do you mean, ‘sort of’?”

They didn’t often talk about that night. The night Melina, desperate to get Gavin’s attention, had ended up in bed with another woman. Melina had been frustrated because of Gavin’s long hours at work, and she’d tried everything to spark his interest—sexy new lingerie, even a Brazilian wax job—but he’d been deep into a business project, stressed and unavailable. Convinced he’d lost interest in her, she’d let Abby talk her into flirting with someone else—her. But a few glasses of wine had led to more than just flirting. And when Gavin had walked in on her and Abby in the bedroom… Well, Melina had been afraid she’d not only caught his attention, she’d put an end to their relationship.

But Gavin had been turned on, and the three of them had had a sexy, one-time-only threesome.

His hand stroked up her back, combed through her hair. “Well, that night was all about you.”

She gasped. “It wasn’t all about me! I was trying to get your attention!”

“Oh, please. Don’t pretend you weren’t into it. You loved everything Abby did to you. And everything you did to her.”

Heat swept over Melina’s face and she squirmed against Gavin’s solid warmth. It was true. She had been into it. “But…”

“Hey, don’t get upset. It was hot, hot, hot. But in my fantasy… Oh, never mind.”

“What?” She wanted to know. She gazed down at him, his square jaw shadowed with stubble, dark eyes gleaming, short brown hair tousled.

“Well…in my fantasy, the two women are focused on my pleasure. If you know what I mean.” His eyelids drifted shut.

“Oh.”

Watching her and Abby, and being watched by Abby, had been the extent of Gavin’s involvement in the threesome. Although, Melina and Abby had shared the pleasure of licking his cock after he’d come in his hand while watching them. Melina nibbled her bottom lip. “I didn’t know about that. I mean, that you wanted…”

He smiled and used both hands to gather her hair behind her neck. He looked sated and loving and so, so sexy. “It’s just a fantasy, Mel. Not something I ever expect to happen.”

She smiled back at him and moved closer so she could kiss him. “I know. I get it.” Their mouths met in a soft, clinging kiss, and as Melina drew back, her tongue slid over Gavin’s mouth. Their eyes met again, held, then drooped shut as he pulled her down for another kiss, open-mouthed, deep and wet. She stroked his tongue with her own, sucked it, then gasped as he rolled her beneath him.

“We’ve got the two hottest strippers in town coming.”

Melina stopped just inside the sliding screen door leading onto the deck at their friends Kylie and Duncan’s place. She blinked. Strippers?

Duncan and Gavin sat outside on the sunny deck drinking beer, while she’d been helping Kylie in the kitchen. She looked down at the tray of nachos in her hands.

“You guys are crazy,” Gavin said with a laugh.

“It’s your bachelor party.” Duncan paused and Melina assumed he was drinking his beer. “Your last chance to let loose as a single man. We gotta do it for you, buddy. And they don’t just strip…so be prepared for anything.”

“I don’t know…” Gavin sounded amused but hesitant.

Good for him, damn it. Say no! Tell those juvenile, oversexed idiots they can have a bachelor party without strippers. Strippers who didn’t just strip…what the hell did that mean?

Melina’s stomach clenched unpleasantly. She wasn’t a prude. She’d seen women dance and take their clothes off. She knew what went on in the world. But the thought of Gavin having a lap dance—or oh, God, even more—with all his friends there egging him on… Her imagination went wild with thoughts of what could happen.

She pushed open the door and stepped outside. “Hi,” she said brightly and set the nachos down on the table. “What are you talking about?”

Gavin sent a glance at Duncan. “Uh…”

“The bachelor party,” Duncan said. “We’re going to play uh…poker.”

She glared at Duncan. “Really.”

“Yeah.” His eyes shifted down to his beer.

She drew in a deep breath and held it, delving deep for control. She picked up her margarita and her fingers tightened on the slick, cold glass. She was not going to make a big deal about this in front of Gavin’s best friend. They’d talk about it later. Maybe. She expelled her breath.

Since that rough time a few months back, they’d learned the importance of communication, and everything had been so much better. No more game playing. No more assumptions. They were open and honest. And now they were getting married. So she’d just tell Gavin she didn’t like the idea of a bachelor party with strippers who didn’t just strip.

She sipped her margarita, icy cold and mouth-puckering, as she leaned against the deck railing. The sun, low in the sky but still warm, cast long shadows across the deck. Kanye West thumped from the outdoor speakers and the faint screams and laughter of neighborhood kids drifted over the fence.

“Last two weeks of being a single man,” Duncan said to Gavin with a smirk. “Enjoy it, buddy.”

“Hey.” Duncan’s wife, Kylie, came through the sliding doors, another tray in her hands. The setting sun turned her strawberry-blonde hair fiery red-gold. “What’s wrong with being married?” But her green eyes twinkled, as if she knew damn well Duncan didn’t mind being married at all.

Duncan grinned. “Nothing, as long as you don’t mind being in the wrong for the rest of your life.”

Kylie rolled her eyes.

Melina seethed. How could Duncan plan something like that? He was her friend, too. She knew he liked her. From the first time they’d met, he’d teased her and flirted with her—just playing, never for real—and she thought he was happy she and Gavin were getting married.

Kylie put down the tray of appetizers. “I hope you’re not corrupting Gavin,” she said to her husband. She glanced at Melina with shared feminine amusement. “Don’t worry. He’s harmless.”

Melina forced a smile, but her stomach still felt tight and queasy about the upcoming stag party.

What the hell was she so worried about? Didn’t she trust him?

“I just don’t like it.” Melina’s voice was small and strained. “Isn’t that enough? If it bugs me, do you really want to do it?”

They lay in bed, once again sweaty and sated, bodies pulsing, hearts racing, lungs straining for air. God, he loved fucking Melina. Always had, always would. He loved how responsive she was, how enthusiastic. Just as much into sex as he was.

“I’m not going to do anything.” Gavin heaved a sigh of frustration. “They’re just dancers.”

“But…I heard Duncan talking. He said there are two of them and they do more than just strip. I’m afraid…” Her voice trembled and she had to pause. “I’m just worried…”

He pulled away from Melina’s clinging arms and warm body. He rolled onto his side and faced away, jaw aching as he clenched his teeth. “If you don’t trust me…”