Free Magic of Three by Jenna Castille Page B

self-denial? “I do have hormones. I am human. But I kept my head.”
     
    “No, you kept your clothes,” Janice said, a flash of fresh humor strengthening her perpetual merriment. “You had a perfectly good office in the back of CM to use if you wanted to. You know, break in even more virgin territory.”
     
    “God, can we get off this subject?” Lisa asked, making a ball of her paper napkin and shoving her Danish aside. “I’m sorry I even mentioned it.”
     
    “Okay,” Janice replied, taking her last bite of bagel and carefully licking the cream cheese from her fingertips before shooting another mischievous glance at Lisa. “But next time two hotties start hitting on you at the same time, possibly as a couple, you have to promise me to at least consider it. I mean, how else am I ever going to know what something as steaming as that feels like if you don’t tell me?”
     
    “I don’t know, try it yourself?” Lisa asked, rocking back in her chair, letting the squeaky wood sound sing.
     
    Janice winced at the high-pitched noise, as Lisa knew she would. But she didn’t drop the subject. “Yeah, as if two guys ever tried to get me in bed at the same time. Guys are asking me out, but not in pairs.”
     
    Lisa picked up her napkin ball and tossed it at Janice’s head. “All right, already,” she said as her friend launched into her trademark hyena laugh. “I get it. I’m lucky. I just don’t know how lucky. I’ll take advantage of the hot, sweaty, monkey sex the very next time it’s offered. I promise.”
     
    “You’d better,” Janice warned, brandishing her plastic table knife in the direction of Lisa’s face. “I’d hate to have to kill you in a fit of jealous rage. I at least deserve to get my kink vicariously.”
     
    “Yeah, well, find a chat room,” Lisa grumbled as she jerked the offending plastic out of Janice’s hand.
     
    “Ooh. Now that’s an idea.” Janice picked up her mocha, savoring her last sips. “Maybe they could tell me all about proper threesome etiquette. I’d share the info, of course. You know, just in case it ever comes up again,” she teased over the rim of her cup.
     
    Lisa shook her head, dropping her chair back on all four feet with a loud thump, causing other patrons close by to look at the mismatched pair, wondering what was happening. “Of course. I didn’t think you’d keep it all to yourself. Not for a moment. You never do.”
     
    Janice nodded. “Good best friends should know where they both stand. At next week’s breakfast, no near-miss stories. It’s either dry spell or gorge-fest.”
     
    “And what about you, oh Horny One?” Lisa prodded, determined not to be the only one dissected at this gabfest. “You’re the one who’s all sex-crazed at the moment, not me.”
     
    Janice shrugged, trying not-so successfully to hide the aching sadness in her expression. Ending a marriage was never easy, no matter what the circumstances. “The ink’s not dry,” she firmly echoed her earlier words. “I’m staying away from all men for at least six months. Gotta get my ex out of my head. I don’t want to end up one of those pathetic women stuck in a rebound relationship with a clone of the jerk she just gave the heave-ho to. So it’s voyeurism and toy time for me. At least for a while.”
     
    Lisa gave her a half-smile and reached over to give her hand a comforting squeeze. “Good idea. Take the time to get your head straight. Just realize, anything you say now will be held against you later. Everything,” she teased, unable to let her happy-go-lucky friend stay so somber and serious.
     
    “You mean you’ll be feeding me my own words again. I should be so lucky to rate those words of wisdom. I mean, if I need advice about threesomes, you’ll just have to shove me back on the straight and narrow.” Janice slapped a hand over her heart, gasping in mock terror. “Oh the horror. The horror.”
     
    Lisa rolled her eyes. That was so like