“Yes.”
When she didn’t say a word, Dylan took another breath and exhaled in a rush. “Aidan and I are bi, honey. And yeah, we’re into the one-on-one stuff, but we like having a woman in our bed. We need a woman in our bed.”
Her continued silence spurred his frustration. “I don’t know how to explain it in a way you’d understand, but Aidan and I aren’t enough for each other. It f**king sucks, okay? But we both know it, and we’ve accepted it. Eventually one or both of us gets an itch that only a chick can scratch.”
“An itch,” she echoed dully. “Do you realize how messed-up that sounds?”
“What can I say? It’s the truth.” He briefly closed his eyes, knowing he was screwing this up but unsure of how to express his muddled emotions. “Look, I care about Aidan. He’s…” Dylan gave a helpless shrug. “He’s important to me, and, well, he’s part of the package.”
“The package being you?”
“Yes. Well, no. What I’m trying to say is, he and I are a package deal, Claire.” He met her baffled gaze, deciding not to pull any punches. “You either sleep with both of us, or you sleep with neither of us.”
Chapter Nine
Claire sat there in stunned silence. A package deal? She either f**ked them both, or she didn’t f**k them at all?
Was he for real?
“Are you for real?” she blurted out.
Dylan had the decency to look contrite. “That didn’t come out the way I wanted it to.”
“I don’t care how it came out,” she huffed. “The question is, did you mean it?”
He didn’t respond for a few seconds.
Then he nodded.
“So you won’t sleep with me again unless Aidan is there too?” Disbelief continued to spiral through her.
“Is the idea so unappealing?” he asked quietly.
She faltered. At a complete loss for words.
“Just picture it, Claire. You, me, Aidan. In bed together.” His voice lowered to a seductive, almost hypnotic pitch. “Picture our hands on your body…our mouths and our tongues and our cocks…touching you, kissing you, f**king you.”
Her pu**y clenched so hard it hurt. The naughty images he conjured succeeded in making her even wetter than she’d been before, and the humiliating response had her scrambling off the bed in search of her clothes.
Jesus. What was the matter with her? Why didn’t the idea disgust her? Horrify her? Insult her? That he could even ask her this was so…disrespectful.
And yet she didn’t feel disrespected.
And she didn’t feel disgusted. Or horrified. Or insulted.
Her mind was working a million miles a second as she hastily put on her clothes. She might have slept with Dylan just now, but she’d been attracted to Aidan from the second she’d laid eyes on him, and she got the feeling if the situation were reversed and she’d been locked in here with Aidan? She would have slept with him too.
What the hell did that say about her? Lusting over two men? Entertaining the idea of having sex with both of them?
“You liked what you saw in September, remember?” Dylan kept talking, kept tormenting her. “Now imagine getting to see that again, but not just a kiss, Claire. Picture me and Aidan sucking each other off, f**king each other.”
She could barely breathe. Her face felt hot, tight, and her throat had closed up to the point of suffocation.
From arousal.
Because she was aroused.
Oh God, what was wrong with her?
“Imagine all the dirty, dirty things we could all do to each other,” he said in a raspy voice. “Just imagine it, Claire.”
Her pu**y damn near convulsed. She couldn’t look at Dylan, not when he was still sitting there naked as the day he was born.
“Would you…can you put on some clothes?” she stammered, keeping her gaze on her feet. “Please?”
A regretful sigh echoed in the bedroom.
She heard the mattress squeak, and quickly stepped out of the way so Dylan could pick up his discarded clothes. Only when he was dressed did she find the courage to look at him.
“I…” She took a breath. “I’m not that kind of woman, Dylan.”
He raised a brow. “You mean the kind of woman who’s looking for passion? The kind of woman who fingers herself after watching two men make out? You said so yourself, honey, you realized you were lacking something in your life.” A pause. “Maybe this was it.”
Amazed laughter bubbled in her throat. “So I was lacking two cocks filling my various orifices? Is that what I need?”
“Passion,” he said again.
“There might be such a thing as too much passion.”
“Impossible.” He stepped closer, those magnetic green eyes focused so intensely on her face she felt like he was peering into her soul. “Just think about it, Claire. Keep an open mind. You know, threesomes are more common than you think.”
“Yeah, maybe in your circle. But I told you about the way I was raised. I was lucky to even lose my virginity considering how strict my dad is, and the only friend I have who comes close to being sexually promiscuous is Natasha, at least when she’s not working double shifts at the hospital, and even then, she usually only has sex with one person at a time!”
“Usually?” Dylan’s lips twitched.
Claire let out an exasperated breath. “I know she fooled around with a couple of girls in college, but I don’t know if it was an official, quote unquote, three-way.”