when his lips went to my earlobe and neck, making their way to my chest. He was a wonderful kisser. That night, his mouth didn’t quite get to taste my aching nipples, as had been my desire at the time, though his skilled fingers had given them plenty of attention. His lips really drove me crazy, not only from their naughty words but from the wet trail they left on my body. He kissed even better than he looked, and that was saying a lot.
We’d made out until one of his bimbo girlfriends came up to us and asked if we were in a mood for a threesome. She was beautiful, but I would never be into that kind of scene. Been there, done that. And in my experience it never ends well.
It made me think about that time in college when my boyfriend begged me to have a threesome, and, well, if you don’t agree to those kinds of things in your early twenties, when exactly are you going to? It wasn’t nice, let me tell you. The experience only encouraged him into insisting I agree to just about everything else that made me uncomfortable, and after several refusals, he ended up having sex with another woman in front of me. Not exactly anything I could digest. The relationship was doomed from that moment. I never knew if that was the reason we broke up.
Probably not. But still, ménage-a-trois—big no-no in my book.
By the looks of it, though, he had no problem with it. He was totally my type, blond and beautiful. Whether he was a womanizer or not.
Laura couldn't be marrying this man.
“Oh, God. Not you. You’re a man whore!”
He stood as soon as the statement escaped my lips. He didn’t look offended. I guess he was used to my rejections by now. “Nice to see you, too,” the handsome man said. “I like knowing that you miss me.”
“Miss you? You wish! I can’t believe you’re marrying my best friend.” And I really didn’t.
“No offense, babe, but I’m not the one marrying Laura. I’m Ed’s friend. Name’s Josh, remember?”
Oh, right. Josh. For a moment there, I thought I had to talk Laura into canceling the wedding.
“Have a seat, angel.” Josh had this habit of talking to me as if we were close. “Our friends are running a little late. I’d like to take advantage of having you all to myself.”
We weren’t close.
“Knock it off with the chivalry. Ain’t gonna happen.” I’d lost count of the number of times I’d turned him down. He kept trying to get his hands on me again after that failure of a night, but I kept rejecting him. It was a little game we played now. He probably thought I was flirting. And I couldn’t say I wasn’t. He was absolutely gorgeous. But I didn’t do repeats, and I didn’t do that gorgeous.
“A man can only dream,” he said playfully, smiling. Man, he had a great smile. And that hair. His dirty-blond hair looked like he half attempted to get it into style without success and gave up. As if he didn’t care. But I knew just how much he cared; it showed in his eyes. Those eyes—they were as gray as steel and manifested the storm of my attraction to him.
“Kassie. Kassie!” Laura distracted me before my thoughts took me to all the wrong places. I was totally attracted to Josh, even if I wanted to deny it. Which was why I kept my distance and avoided him at all cost.
Thank God I wasn’t alone with him anymore.
Laura ran to me and gave me a big hug. It was silly that knowing she was getting married made me feel protective about her. She and I had partied a lot and went clubbing regularly. Laura always ended up in someone’s handsome arms. Even though I always took care of her, I couldn’t remember feeling this protective over her. It was probably due to her fast engagement and my not knowing who the heck she was marrying.
“Oh, Laura! Finally, you’re here.” I was a bit afraid of her standing us up, and me ending up completely alone with Josh. “You look amazing!” And somehow, she looked and felt different. Not only did she come across as mega