Free His and Hers and Hers by Nona Raines Page A

“I told her we wanted to make it up to her for being such asshats.”
    “Total asshats,” Jordan put in. “That’s what I wanted to say to you, face-to-face. And I’m sorry.”
    “ We’re sorry,” Kyla said. She took her glass and tinked it against Jordan’s, then Cassie’s. “To us.”
    Cassie’s clit throbbed, and her pussy contracted. She took a swallow of the tart wine, feeling dizzy after just one mouthful.
    She looked away and noticed the laptop that sat open on the sofa. Kyla saw it too. “How long has that been out here?”
    “Not long,” Jordan said.
    “Hmm. I’ll bet. Just don’t forget what we discussed, babe.”
    “Take it easy. It’s perfectly normal. It’s not like I’m an addict or something.”
    “It’s that slippery slope I’m worried about,” Kyla told him.
    “Well, stop worrying and come sit down.” Jordan pulled out a chair for each of them.
    As she sat, Kyla admired the table. “Oh, look at this. Gorgeous.”
    Jordan had created an antipasto that was a work of art—a colorful palette of lettuce, artichoke hearts, tomatoes, black olives, and rolled slices of provolone and salami. It was almost too pretty to eat.
    Kyla plucked some of the olives and popped them onto the tips of her fingers. “I used to do this when I was a kid.”
    She waggled her fingers while Jordan shook his head, smiling, and Cassie chuckled.
    Ky slipped the first olive into her mouth, leaving her forefinger bare. “Yummy.” As Jordan’s gaze burned into her, she teased him by twirling her tongue around the next olive and going down on her middle finger before popping the treat into her mouth. “Mmm.”
    “You’re a bad girl.” Jordan’s voice was a growl.
    She smiled at him, offering her hand. “Now you.”
    He took Ky’s hand and flicked his tongue in the tender skin of the V between her middle and ring fingers. Then, flashing his teeth, he nipped the olive off her ring finger.
    “Ow!” Kyla pouted. “You bit me!”
    “That’s not the only place I’ll bite you, you don’t stop teasing.” His eyes glinted a warning at both of them. A delicious thrill shivered through Cassie while Kyla smirked at her man as though she had every intention of ignoring his warning.
    “Last one’s for Cassie.” Ky wiggled her pinkie at Cassie, who gently slipped the remaining olive into her mouth.
    They stared at each other wordlessly until Jordan cleared his throat. “I’m starving. Let’s eat.”
    Cassie hadn’t thought she could swallow a mouthful, she was so turned on. But as she dug into the antipasto, her appetite bloomed. It was as though her sexual appetite, now stoked, ignited other hungers as well. Jordan and Kyla ate hungrily too, and there wasn’t much conversation during the meal.
    Before she knew it, Cassie had devoured a large helping of Jordan’s appetizer along with two slices of cheese-and-sausage pizza. She sat back in her chair with a sigh.
    Kyla smiled at her. “Good? Had enough?”
    “Mmm, plenty. It was delicious.”
    Jordan pushed back from the table. “I hope you’re not too full, because there’s still dessert.”
    Kyla’s eyes lit up. “Oh, babe, you made dessert?”
    “Mmm-hmm. And I want you to help me.”
    Cassie made to stand up. “Let me.”
    “No, no.” He waved her down. “You relax; you’re the guest. Ky.” He turned his gaze toward his girlfriend, and a meaningful look passed between them.
    “Dessert. Sure thing.” Kyla stood and followed Jordan into the kitchen. “Be right back, Cass.”
    “Sure.” She toyed with her wineglass as Kyla and Jordan busied themselves in the kitchen, murmuring to each other, laughing softly. Cassie wanted to be with them, but they were a couple, with a history, shared experiences and secrets. She was an outsider. She would never be part of that magic circle.
    Good God, what a sad sack you are. You’ve just finished a beautiful meal with your best friends, and you’re feeling sorry for yourself. Cry me a