Series: Webs We Weave Series by Krista Ritchie
Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 162520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 813(@200wpm)___ 650(@250wpm)___ 542(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 162520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 813(@200wpm)___ 650(@250wpm)___ 542(@300wpm)
I shake my head. “The opposite actually.”
“Do you want sex?” Oliver flips off the TV with one hand. With his other, his fingers dip to the waistband of my shorts. “I can put you to sleep with mind-altering orgasms.” His smile glitters his eyes.
My cheeks heat in a deep flush. I know it’s Olly’s night to have sex with me. But I’d feel bad having Jake leave the bed just to watch. It feels wrong after all that’s happened.
“I don’t want to sleep,” I tell them, folding my arms over my chest.
They both share a look I can’t quite decipher. Then Oliver motions between him and Jake. “Do you want us to make out?” Olly asks.
My lips part in surprise.
Jake glares. “Funny.”
“It wasn’t a joke, Koning,” Oliver says with no playful tone. “I wouldn’t offer something I don’t fully intend to act on and enjoy.”
“You’re straight,” Jake reminds him.
“This is a good point, Olly,” I cut in.
“Yeah. I thought I was.” Oliver sizes Jake up and down. “Until I started watching you fuck Hailey every other night, and I don’t just watch her, I watch you, too. But you can’t say you don’t watch me—”
“Of course, I watch you,” Jake growls.
“Okay, so does it even matter what I am?” Oliver asks. “I’m attracted to women and to you. There you go. I said it. It’s out there now. Are we all happy?” He looks from me to Jake and back to me.
My eyes are wide. “Um…yes?”
Oliver’s jaw tightens in slight panic.
“Olly, yes. I’m happy if you are. If you both are.” I grip my kneecaps, caging my breath. I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m not about to stop it or disturb it. I truly just want everyone in this room to have a boatload of happiness. Isn’t that what this is about? Being together should bring joy—not the other way around.
Jake blinks, his forehead creased in deep lines of confusion. His eyes flit from me to Oliver. He expels a breath before he says, “Fuck it. Just kiss me.”
Oliver grins, and both of them lean over my lap to clasp each other’s faces. Their lips collide in a hard, detonating, hungry kiss. Only I watch the combativeness of it.
Olly pushes for speed and Jake attempts to decelerate the momentum. Oliver slips his tongue into Jake’s mouth, and a groan catches in Jake’s throat. Not even discreetly, Oliver’s eyes flit to me, examining my expression. Jake does the same. My lips have parted between panting breaths.
How am I supposed to react? Unbothered? Impossible. They kiss only inches from my face. Not chaste pecks. Their lips grow red under the devouring kisses. Both their fingers thread in each other’s hair. They are making out in front of me—and blatantly watching my reaction like it turns them on just as much as each other.
My pulse thumps and drops teasingly low between my legs. Heat crawls up my skin in building arousal. Is this what happens when one of them watches two of us together? Desire spools like a taut rubber band, and I bask in finally getting to experience this side of things.
Oliver pulls Jake in closer, their chests melding together, and Jake rips his lips off Oliver’s as he growls out a tortured, “Slow down.”
Oliver moves his mouth to Jake’s jaw. “No.”
“Yes.” Jake tugs Oliver’s head back by his hair.
Olly grins wickedly, his chin tilted up. “I’ve watched you fuck so agonizingly slow that I realized, have you ever been with someone that challenged you here? Or do you get to set the speed no matter what? King.” The nickname has acidic, sensual undertones that I can’t decipher between compliment or insult.
My heart beats faster. “I think we should be nice to each other,” I whisper.
“She says be nice.” Oliver’s brows arch; he doesn’t look away from Jake. “What nice thing are you going to do for me, Koning?”
That is not what I meant. But my words stick to the back of my throat in anticipation.
Jake doesn’t break Oliver’s gaze. “You’re going to stroke me until I come.”
Oliver laughs. “Weird way to say you want me to give you a hand job.”
“Just fucking do it.” Jake’s already pulling off his shirt, gripping the back of it to tug it over his head. Oliver does the same in a hurried pace like they’re competing for who can get naked first.
I’m beyond wet.
Their gazes flit to me as soon as they’re both stripped bare.
“Hails, you okay?” Jake asks.
“Please continue.” I wave them on. Ignore me.
That causes their lips to pull into smiles, and they face each other again. On their knees, they continue to lean over my lap. Jake spits in his own hand. Oliver places his palm underneath my mouth. His eyes pinned to Jake as I do my best to gather saliva and let it drip into Oliver’s hold.