Callie’s jaw dropped. “Willow, what are you implying?”
“Well, these guys were really … umm, horny.” I said horny, but what I really meant was hot. And good with their tongues. And hands. But I was deflecting my true thoughts, and tried to simplify.
I didn’t know if Callie would really understand that the connection I shared with these two guys was about more than sex and six packs and a tight pussy. I didn’t know if Callie would understand that what these guys and I had shared was deeply personal.
“Okay, and so you’re wondering if they’re as horny as their friends are?” she asked.
“I don’t know, I mean. I guess I wondered.” I used a comb to get through my tangles as Callie grew more interested in this conversation.
“Did you do something with the guys on the hike?” she asked.
“What, like, besides hike?” I laughed, and knew I was caught.
Callie chucked a pillow at me and I ducked, cracking up. “Okay, yes. I did do something.”
“You wouldn’t have brought it up if you didn’t want to spill the beans.”
“I know.” Covering my face for a second, I realized my real reason for not being forthright with Callie. I was kind of embarrassed that I wasn’t as experienced as I’d led her to believe. “Okay, if I tell you, no judgment, promise?”
“Promise.”
“Have you ever had a threesome?” I asked.
“No. Have you?”
“Almost. Today. Like, in the woods.”
“That’s pretty….”
“Pretty what?”
“Pretty hot. I mean, it’s totally hot. You and two guys. Those guys? That’s, like, every girl’s wet dream.”
“Wow, Callie, I’ve never heard you talk that way, or expected you to. You’re always so, so….”
“Bitchy?”
I laughed. “I was going to say uptight.”
“So are you going to meet up with those guys later?” she asked.
“We planned a night hike,” I admitted.
“You should go and, like, be all-in.”
“You think so? I mean, I want to, it’s just I’ve never done that. I don’t want to mess it up.”
“Honestly, if two guys asked for a threesome, I don’t think there’s much messing up you can do.”
I laughed. “What are you doing tonight? Courtney went to the soaking tubs.”
“I have another massage.”
I raised my eyebrows, but didn’t press.
“What?” she asked. “It’s just a massage.”
“Sure it is, honey. Call it whatever you want,” I said, winking.
I knew what my “night hike” really was, and I had a good idea of what her “massage” was, but I would let her come clean in her own time, just like I had.
For now, I needed to get dressed so I could have my clothes ripped off me.Chapter Twenty-OneWalking to the water’s edge, I was ready for them to take me any way they pleased. The sky was dark and the full moon hung over me. I wore a long skirt with a see-through tank top and slip-on boots. I’d left my hair long and loose around my face, and slipped a soft cashmere sweater over my shoulders.
I could see the guys ahead of me, waiting. It was sexy to be desired, to be waited on. They were eager, but so was I. After walking down that mountain, we were all in pain. I was sure they both had massive hard-ons, and my pussy was screaming for more.
Tonight, we would all get what we wanted.
“Willow,” Ashton said, offering me his hand. “You look radiant.”
“You both look pretty fine yourselves.” I didn’t know if I should give each of them kisses, or hold both their hands, and I immediately felt over my head. But then I remembered Callie telling me there was no way I could mess this up. All of us just wanted to be pleasured, and we needed to allow ourselves that by relaxing.
So I did what I wanted. I leaned in and kissed Ashton hard on the lips and then turned to Jude and kissed him with equal passion.
“Thanks for inviting me here tonight,” I told them, taking each by the arm as they led me down a path deeper in the woods.
“The yurt is close by,” Jude explained. “It’s closed for the season, but our friend got us the key.”
We walked down the trail for a few minutes, as my heart beat furiously in anticipation. I kept glancing up and catching Ashton’s eye. He would give me a wink, or bite his lip, telling me how excited he was, too.
Jude laced my fingers though his and squeezed them, and I knew he felt the same surge of energy.
They opened the door, revealing an intimate space with a fire burning in a wood stove, wine set out on the table, and soft music playing from an iPod. I felt safe, but also sexy. It was a combination I wasn’t all too familiar with.
“Let us undo you,” Jude said, his serious voice penetrating me.
I so badly wanted to be undone.
Ashton handed us glasses of wine, and we toasted the night and one another. I took a sip and set it down quickly. I had other things on my mind and I didn’t need any sort of inebriation to turn up the heat.