happened, they would need to tread lightly.
Sam watched Piper. Her breathing and the trembling fingers covering her mouth told him she was just as stirred up as they were. Would she do something about it or walk away?
She eyed them both for a considerable amount of time, minutes that dragged over his nerves like a rusty nail. Finally, she moved around the couch to perch on the edge of the leather seat, ready to bolt at any moment.
“You kissed me.” The words were muffled behind her hand.
“Yes, we did,” Sam agreed.
“You both kissed me.”
He couldn’t help himself; he grinned. “Yes, we certainly did.”
“Together.” Her voice wobbled, whether from excitement, fear, or disgust he aimed to find out.
“We told you we both wanted you,” Nate added.
Piper nodded. “But you kissed each other.”
The astonishment in her words couldn’t be missed, but Sam thought she appeared shocked by their actions, not disgusted. He glanced at Nate, and at his nod, took the lead on explaining their complex relationship.
“We don’t do it often—”
“You’re gay ?”
Nate let out a snort, and Sam couldn’t hold back his own chuckle. “Piper, we had our hands on you, our mouths on you. Christ, our tongues were down your throat, and we’ve both got boners we could use for hammers. Does that sound like we’re gay?”
“But…but…you kissed each other.”
“We’ve done more than kiss,” Nate murmured, and Sam silenced him with a look. One step at a time .
“We were kissing you. Together. We thought we were giving you pleasure. I know you liked it before your brain decided to throw up a road block.”
She nodded but didn’t speak.
He took a deep breath. “Nate and I sometimes share the woman we’re seeing, although not always, and we’ve never both wanted the same woman to the degree we want you.”
“I got that part, but you kissed each other.”
“While kissing you, Piper.” Nate fidgeted in the seat and Sam recognized his friends growing frustration.
“Look, it’s hard to explain the dynamics of our relationship. We’re best mates, have been for years, and at some point we stepped over a line into a deeper connection, first by sharing a woman and then by being with each other. But we’re not satisfied with just each other; that’s not all we need, and what we have isn’t like what we have with a woman.” Sam shook his head. “I’m not making this very clear.”
“What Sam and I share is rougher, more driven than what we’d share with you. It allows all the parts of our personalities to be satisfied. I don’t think you can fully understand it without experiencing it.”
Piper looked at Nate. “So you’re not gay. Bisexual then?”
Sam laughed. “Nope, no desire to be with any other guy but him.” He hooked his thumb in Nate’s direction. “Do we have to label what we are?”
She looked down at her hands. They were twisting in her lap, her knuckles turning white. “No, I guess not, but it’s a habit I have. I like to put things in the right place, and you can’t do that without knowing what it is to begin with.”
“Okay, so put this in the pleasure box.” Nate leaned forward. “Label it pleasure and just enjoy it.”
“Enjoy it?”
“Yes. Enjoy it with us.” Sam indicated both of them. “Let us show you how good it can be. You don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable, we won’t push you or make you do anything you don’t want to, and it’ll all be about pleasure.”
“I don’t know.” She wrung her hands tighter. “I’ve never done anything…”
When she didn’t continue, Sam had a horrible thought, but before he could voice it, Nate almost fell out of his chair.
“ You’re a virgin ?”
“What? No!” Pip stared at Nate; heat flared in her cheeks and she quickly ducked her head again.
“Then what did you mean, ‘you’ve never done anything?’” Sam asked.
Her face flamed hotter. “I’ve had sex.” She
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