Free Three of Hearts by Kelly Jamieson Page B

my face, his eyes dark, endless blue. “Sure, sweetheart. Second thoughts?”
    “I think this might have been a . . . mistake.”
    They stared at me, then Ben cursed. “Shit. You were drunk.”
    “No, I wasn’t!” My eyes widened. “Well, maybe a bit. But last night, I knew exactly what I was doing. I—” I cleared my throat. “I wanted it. But I didn’t expect it to happen again.”
    “Why not, Haylee?” Ben stroked my hair back.
    “I still don’t understand how you guys can want this. If you really think it through. I mean, look at me.” I caught the perplexed crease on Lucas’s brow.
    “Uh . . . yeah. We do,” he said. “Not sure why you think we don’t. We’re here.” He swept out a hand.
    “Last night . . . that was the onstage version of me—hair and makeup all done, wearing a sexy dress. But the tour is done now.”
    They both gave me blank looks.
    “Yeah. So?” Lucas said.
    “Seriously? You still want me . . . like this?” I swept a hand up and down in front of me.
    Ben groaned. “So fucking much. What are you talking about, Haylee?”
    I bit my lip. “I’m not . . . girly. Sexy.”
    “Are you fucking kidding me?” Lucas’s forehead furrowed. “That’s not what last night was about. Wearing a sexy dress and makeup. Jesus fuck.”
    Ben’s forehead creased. “You’re always sexy, Haylee.”
    I bit my lip. They really seemed to mean it. “Thanks.” Okay then. “But how do we do this? Us—this—I just don’t know . . . how to do this.”
    “We’ll show you, babe.” Lucas touched my cheek. “All you have to do is enjoy yourself.”
    “But—”
    His lips touched mine. “You did great last night. Just let us show you how good it can be.”
    It had been good. I’d been swept away, caught up in it. I’d also been a teensy bit drunk, which I was not now. I felt like I needed something more, though; some part of me needed words and explanations and reassurance. I don’t know what I expected them to say. Clearly, a threesome wasn’t a declaration of undying love, or a commitment to forever. And I wasn’t looking for those things. So I kept my mouth shut and decided to do what Lucas said, and let them show me how good it could be.
    I could do this. I could just let myself be a physical being, focused only on carnal pleasure. Sexual. Maybe even desirable. And I could deal with whatever happened after.
    With a sense of déjà vu, I reached for the hem of my big sweatshirt and pulled it up over my head.
    I wasn’t wearing a bra and just like last night, both guys made noises of appreciation as I bared myself to them.
    Ben bent his head and kissed my shoulder. “That’s it, baby.”
    “I just want to say,” I managed to wheeze out, “that it would give me pleasure to um . . . give you guys pleasure too.”
    Lucas nodded. “Got it. Fuck, Haylee, you have gorgeous tits.”
    I never would have thought such crude words would please me so much. Lucas and Ben could put together the most beautiful lyrics—sensual and lovely and poetic—but I liked how they kept it real in bed. Hearing lyrical poetry from them in bed would probably make me collapse into giggles.
    As it was, everything they said was raw and real and hot, and I loved it.
    Just like I loved what Ben said next. “And let’s see that pretty pussy again. Christ, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you with your legs spread for us, all hot and wet.” It sounded like the words were being dragged out of him, a reluctant admission.
    My insides went all soft and mushy. Not that I liked to analyze every little thing—and I’d already decided I liked the way they talked in bed—but I also appreciated the fact that they talked at all. Doug had not talked in bed. I think once he told me “harder” or something like that, but he never looked at me or complimented me with either pretty words or coarse ones.
    Excited and eager to hear more, my heart squeezed as I lay back and lifted my hips, and they wriggled my