I stare at my boyfriend. Is he saying what I think he’s saying? But then I shake it off because it can’t be.
“Yeah, right,” I reply in a droll tone. “The way you threw me around last night proves that you’re absolutely a caveman-aggressor-He-Man type. In fact, I’m still a little sore from that thing you did at the end,” I add pointedly.
With that, my boyfriend grins and opens the door to the building.
“Yeah, but you loved it,” he growls while ushering me into the balmy evening. “I know you did,” he says with another fond squeeze of my ass.
With a laugh, I step outside and we begin our walk to Bart’s place. Liam’s words are true because we have an incredible sex life and I’ve never been so fulfilled in bed before. My gorgeous boyfriend anticipates my needs before I even realize them, and makes me feel so desirable and beautiful all at once. Yet, I can’t get Liam’s words out of my head. What did he mean when he said “open-minded”? And what was all this talk about “an itch to scratch” and dropping hints about Bart’s attraction to me? Is there something in the subtext that I’m missing?
A hot chill sweeps over my frame because I’ve fantasized about being with two men before, and Bart would be a sexy second partner. After all, he’s every bit as built and charismatic as my boyfriend, with that black hair, blue eyes, and an incredibly ripped physique. But it’s just a fantasy because no way Liam would let that happen in real life, right? My boyfriend wants to keep me all to himself because that’s how alpha males roll … or do they?
2
Bart
It’s a raging shindig, and the alcohol is flowing as beats pound through the walls. It’s a good thing I live on the top floor of this apartment complex because my neighbors would be pissed otherwise. As it is, the guy who lives downstairs will probably complain, but let him call the police. I’ve got a couple buds on the force, and they’ll take their time responding to a noise complaint. Besides, that asshole could do well to yank that stick out of his rectum. He’ll survive one night of sick music and dancing, even if we’re technically breaking the law.
“Great party, Bart,” someone crows from behind me before slapping me on the back. I turn and nod at my buddy Greg.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” I remark with one eyebrow raised. The dude’s already stumbling a bit, even though it’s still early. That’s Greg for you. Some people just can’t control themselves and I guarantee by the end of the night, he’ll be passed out on the couch. After all, the guy rips shots and chugs beers right away, instead of maintaining a buzz throughout the evening. What an amateur.
True to form, the drunken man mutters something incoherent and then stumbles off through the crowd, disappearing among the sea of bodies. It’s fine though. He’s among friends and isn’t going to be robbed or anything. After all, this is a private party so everyone’s pretty much a friend of a friend. At that moment, another voice sounds over my shoulder.
“Mr. Payne, should we bring out another case of vodka?” a middle-aged man dressed in black asks courteously.
I nod.
“Yeah, man, do whatever you think is best.”
“Great. Thank you, Mr. Payne.”
The server disappears and I nod. After all, I hired professional bartenders for tonight. We’re beyond the college years where there were sweaty kegs on the kitchen floor and discarded beer cans littering every counter. Instead, I live a comfortable life now, and that means laying out the dough for conveniences that makes my life easier.
At that moment, another rush of guests stream in, and I watch, my mouth quirking up on one side, when I see quite a few ladies clad in almost nothing. Their tits are practically exposed and their backsides bare to the wind, but hey, it’s all good. Hot girls definitely make for a better party, even if skinny and scrawny isn’t my type per se.
Suddenly, another heavy hand claps me on the shoulder and I turn.
“Hey, buddy,” my friend Liam greets. “Sorry we’re a little late. It looks like you’ve got quite the crowd here.”
I chuckle even as my eyes slide to the delectable woman at his side. “No problem, bro. You’re just in time.”
But my mind’s not on the conversation because Liam’s girlfriend is absolutely gorgeous as always. Alyssa looks a little nervous, but her curves are ripe and bursting from her tiny outfit. Those brown curls stream over her shoulders, and catching my eye, she holds something out to me.
“Thanks for having us,” she says shyly. “It’s just a little wine.”
“Thanks babe,” I growl, already getting hard at her proximity. “Appreciate it.” Fuck, Liam gets to play with these curves every night? Lucky bastard. What I wouldn’t give to get a piece of this sweet chickadee.