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asking What just happened? Then she touched her tongue to her lips, as though tasting a new flavor of ice cream and trying to decide if she liked it.
    Jordan stared at them. He’d picked up her phone from the floor and held it in his hand. All three of them were frozen.
    Kyla broke the spell. She closed the gap between them and hungrily returned the kiss. It was soft, sensuous but insistent. Like Kyla. She used her tongue to tickle Cassie’s lips, urging them to open. Cassie flung her arms around Kyla, crushing her close, pressing their fronts together. This is how she kisses Jordan . Her pussy flooded.
    Their tongues played, sometimes sliding together sinuously, sometimes dueling teasingly. Cassie could have gone on forever, but Kyla broke off the kiss, just as she’d initiated it. She pushed her hair back, licked her lips, and at looked at Jordan. “You good?”
    He was as motionless as the Tin Man when Dorothy found him. “Wow,” was all he could say.
    “You okay with this, babe?” Kyla focused on her man. She wouldn’t go on without his consent. A barb of jealousy pricked Cassie. No, it wasn’t jealousy. It was loneliness, knowing they came first with each other and she was only the add-on.
    They waited, the room so quiet that Cassie heard him swallow. “Yeah.” Jordan’s voice was something between a purr and a growl. “Hell, yeah. You girls knock yourselves out.”
    That was all Kyla needed to hear. She turned back to Cassie, her mouth as greedy as a child who’d been denied dessert for a week.
    Cassie thought that she’d be the one in the lead, but Kyla took charge. Pressing against Cassie, Ky backed her up to an armchair. Cassie fell into it, her body boneless, her head spinning. Kyla tore off the lacy blouse, and it fluttered to the floor. Just as Ky was about to rip off her own top, Cassie found her bearings. She lifted her hands and brushed Kyla’s arms aside. “Let me.”
    Kyla wore a cotton button-down shirt that looked like one of Jordan’s. She must have grabbed the first thing she could in her rush to get over here. Cassie was touched. As she slowly unbuttoned Kyla’s shirt, she let her fingers brush Kyla’s warm skin and teased her.
    She sighed as she pushed the shirt off Kyla’s shoulders. Ky wore no bra, and her heavy breasts sported pointy, dark nipples. When Cassie whisked her fingers against them, Kyla and Jordan both gasped. She glanced at him, seated on the sofa, her cell phone still in his hand. Though his posture was relaxed, his gaze was focused and intense, hot with lust. Cassie wished he were closer, so she could reach out and stroke the hard bulge distending the front of his jeans. She’d kiss Kyla’s breasts at the same time, showing them both how much she cared.
    Maybe another time. Right now, Kyla needed attention. Cassie spread her legs and urged Ky between them. Leaning forward, she grasped her friend’s full breasts and lifted them, taking one nipple into her mouth and flicking the other with her thumb.
    Kyla’s head fell back. She moved her hands to cradle Cassie’s head as Cassie sucked one nipple, then the other. Cassie kissed between her breasts, then down to her belly button, then to the waistband of her jeans.
    She tugged the jeans a bit and looked up at Kyla. “Take these off?”
    Kyla smiled down, fire in her eyes. Her gaze then bounced to Jordan, who now stroked the bulging placket of his jeans. “We still good?” she asked.
    His face was flushed, his eyelids heavy. He nodded his okay.
    Ky’s lips curled mischievously. She unzipped her low-riders, wiggled her hips, and shimmied. The jeans slid down her thighs and puddled around her calves. Cassie held back a snort of laughter even while a bolt of heat zinged through her, aiming straight for her pussy. Kyla wore no panties.
    “Commando, Ky? Really?”
    “Hey, we were in a hurry. If I’d known this was going to happen, I wouldn’t have bothered dressing at all.”
    They’d rushed here because of