Colby held up a DVD of some zombie flick. “Yep. Turns out Georgia is a horror fan.”
“Only the supernatural stuff,” she clarified. “Nothing that could really happen. I save that for my books.”
Keats schooled his expression into a serious one. “Zombies could totally happen.”
Colby put his hands out to his sides. “Right? That’s what I’m saying. But she wanted this one anyway.”
Colby headed over to the DVD player and squatted down in front of the big screen on the wall. Georgia glanced at Keats’s guitar. “You sure you still want to watch with us? I don’t want to interrupt if you want to play.”
Keats didn’t know if she was being nice or if she really wanted him to be here. “I can leave you two alone. I don’t want to bother—”
“Scoot over and make room, Keats,” Colby said, his back still to them. “You’re not ditching movie night.”
A command, not a request. Dominant fucker. He shifted o
ver and Georgia sat down next to him. God, she smelled good. Like some sort of spice—cinnamon, cloves, and something else he couldn’t quite place—probably eau de Colby. He tried not to notice how well-kissed her lips looked—glossy and a little puffy. Or maybe she’d been sucking Colby off. Keats’s stomach tightened, and he was unsure what turned him on more, the thought of Georgia wrapping her pretty mouth around him or the thought of being on his knees for Colby. He let his head fall back against the couch. He was a disaster. A horny disaster.
Georgia reached out and gave his hand a squeeze. “Hey, everything okay? I noticed you were moving a little slower this afternoon. Are you still sore?”
Yes, right between my goddamned legs. Can you make it better, please? He lifted his head and caught Georgia’s concerned gaze. He mustered up a small smile for her. “I’m all right. The injuries aren’t as bad as they look. It’s just been a long couple of days.”
She sent a sidelong glance toward Colby before looking back to him and lowering her voice to a near-whisper. “Do you want me to leave? I mean, if you need some time with Colby.”
He reached out and tugged one of her tight corkscrew curls, liking the way it sprang back when he released it. “No, George. I want you right here.” He looped his arms around her shoulder and then turned his head toward Colby. “Teach, I’m hijacking your woman for the movie. She’s warm and smells good.”
Colby peered back over his shoulder at the two of them. “That’s up to Georgia.”
Georgia’s gaze moved between the two of them. “Fine by me.” She settled her back against his side. “And Keats, let’s not pretend that you aren’t trying to hug up on me because you’re the one freaked-out by zombies.”
“Yes, you’re right. The undead aren’t to be messed with. I apologize early if I end up burying my face in your hair or something.”
“Or something,” she repeated under her breath.
Whoa. Okay. He’d only been messing around. Over-the-top flirting was his defense mechanism when he was nervous around a woman. But he definitely was down for staying like this if Georgia was into playing the game right back. The night had just gotten infinitely more interesting.
Colby snorted at the exchange, but there was a wicked glint in his eyes. He hit Play on the movie and turned the lights off, then sank onto the couch on the other side of Georgia. Without asking, he lifted Georgia’s legs and laid them across his lap, which meant Georgia had been turned farther sideways and was now half-lying against Keats’s chest.
He adjusted his arm fully around her and glanced down, inadvertently getting a view straight down her V-neck sweater. A lacy blue bra cupped round, full breasts. His free hand curled into his thigh, the temptation to touch her almost too much to bear. Now he was definitely thinking of much more fun places to bury his face than in her hair.
He forced his eyes upward and collided with Colby’s gaze. He’d caught Keats looking. Keats opened his mouth, not sure what he was going to say—Sorry?
Colby lifted an eyebrow in warning and mouthed, No. Touching. But then a smirk curled his mouth and he added, Yet.
Colby turned back to watch the movie like there’d been no exchange at all.
All Keats’s blood rushed downward.
Well, fuck. This was going to be the longest movie ever.
—
Georgia absolutely could not concentrate on the stupid movie. Her heartbeat was going to make a dent in her ribs it was pounding so hard. Colby hadn’t sent her into this blind. They’d talked in his room before the movie. Well, talked and touched and made out. She’d been on a high from surviving the day mostly unscathed. But when they’d managed to come up for air, he’d told her that tonight could be whatever she wanted it to be. A simple movie night with friends. A one-on-one night in his bed. Or she could have Keats, too, if Keats was game for that.
It had been the obvious question hovering over them all day. Would they cross those fuzzy lines? Colby had left the decision firmly in her hands. And that’d made it harder. In the end, she wanted to watch the movie and decide later. She didn’t want the pressure of a plan.
But when Keats had asked to cuddle with her on the couch, it’d felt natural to say yes. So she was going with that. She’d been all too aware of the both of them at dinner. The sexual tension zipping through the room had been palpable—all three were having normal conversation with each other but in the undercurrent, they also were acutely aware of the secrets they knew about each other—how Colby looked when he jerked off, how Georgia sounded when she came, how Keats had been in Colby’s bed last night. Even watching the two guys throw verbal jabs at each other had gotten her warm because she could so easily sense the electricity between them.
But now she was freaking nervous. Yes, she was doing some kinky things with Colby. But a threesome was a whole other level on the Richter scale for her. These two really, really beautiful guys could easily overwhelm her. Colby alone was almost too much to handle. If she did this, she’d be jumping from a state of deep freeze into boiling lava, no pit stops in between.