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  “Oh?” I flirted, turning my back to Chad to face Ted.

  “I booked a suite in this hotel. I thought you might want to spend the night with me.”

  My body buzzed with excitement. This was finally the night. I wanted Ted so badly, and I would finally get him.

  “That sounds incredible,” I said, giving him a kiss. We walked hand in hand toward the elevator without speaking to anyone else. Ted was mine, and I was his. Nothing could spoil this special moment on the most romantic Valentine’s Day of my life.

  Chapter Nine

  Chad

  After I watched Whitney and Ted leave together, I went straight to the bar and got a glass of whiskey. I took off my tie, found an empty table, and sat down, putting my feet up on the table.

  The day before, Ted asked me if it was a good idea for him to reserve a hotel room for Whitney, presumably for them to have sex in. I gave him a noncommittal answer, which he should have taken as a no. Instead, he went ahead and did it anyway.

  It was bad enough that I knew they were going to have sex tonight, but even worse that they were doing it in the same building. In fact, I had also booked a room, knowing I would probably be too wasted to drive home. Plus, I still had hopes that I could hook up with someone at the reception, and I wanted a place to take the lucky lady. Alas, I was going to go up to my hotel room empty-handed.

  I closed my eyes and rested my head on the table. There were feelings inside of me that I had never really felt before and I didn’t know how to deal with them. As much as I tried to deny it, to myself and to Ted, I completely fell for Whitney the night we met. I wanted her, and it made me angry to see her with someone else.

  I replayed that night in my head like I had so many times before. The first time I saw her, I wanted to talk to her. She’d seemed so tipsy and shy, not like the other girls who were bold and loud. There was an instant connection between us.

  When we kissed, it meant something to me. I lusted for her, but I also wanted her to feel good. I wanted her to feel safe and comfortable with me, and I wanted to give her the pleasure she deserved.

  I remember stroking her soft hair and just looking into her eyes. The way she looked at me made me feel like I was special, and not just some forgettable nurse. I meant something to her, and she meant something to me.

  The sex was electric, too. For someone so powerful within the workplace, she let me take control like I loved to do. I still regretted never having the chance to take her to my home and just really let loose. But for a couple of quickies, she was amazing.

  When I was home alone at night and the porn just wasn’t cutting it for me, I would go back to that night and think about the faces she made as I thrusted hard inside her. I could almost hear the soft sighs in my head and smell the sweet fragrance of her perfume.

  I imagined waking up next to her in bed, rolling over and seeing her beautiful face. I thought about pressing my morning wood into her back until she’d get the hint. This would make her incredibly horny, and she’d give it to me in the shower as we got ready for work. Then, we’d go our separate ways, only to return to each other at night. I fantasized about it a lot.

  But it could never be reality. She didn’t want me anymore. She was dating Ted and had no use for me. When we were dancing, I didn’t feel that same pull toward me that she had the night of the party. I still felt a tiny spark, but it wasn’t as bright as it once was.

  Still, I couldn’t let the tiny fire inside us extinguish completely. I needed to know once and for all if she was still attracted to me. I needed a plan.

  As I walked to the front desk, I hoped that Ted would forgive me for what I was about to do. I’d once caught him fucking my date in a coat closet at a fraternity formal and forgiven him easily, so I figured he owed me one. A girl has never come between us, and I wasn’t going to let that start happening now.

  “Excuse me, miss,” I said to the pretty girl at the front desk at the hotel. “My friend had a little too much to drink tonight and has passed out in our room. The problem is that he took our only key with him. I really don’t want to sleep in the hallway, so is there any chance you can make me another key?”

  She gave me a skeptical look, so I put on a smile and really played up the charm.

  “The room is under the name Ted Roberts. The guy can’t hold his liquor and I always end up taking care of him. I can’t tell you how many times something like this has happened before.”

  She gave me a sympathetic look and went into the back office to make me a new key. Key in hand, I thanked her profusely, to which she became embarrassed. It solidified what I already knew—I was great with women. Maybe if things didn’t go well with Whitney, I’d go back for her.

  “I’m sorry,” I said, turning back around. “I completely forgot which room we were in.”

  “1402.” She giggled. “Have a good night.”

  “I’ll try,” I muttered under my breath and took the elevator to the fourteenth floor.

  When the elevator doors opened, I took a deep breath and confidently strode towards Ted’s suite. Apparently, he sprang for a really nice room—good for him. I almost felt bad for ruining his moment.

  But not bad enough.

  I slid the keycard into the lock, and when the green lights flashed, I swung the door open with a flourish, trying to catch them in the act.

  It was a success. Whitney let out a small shriek and Ted jumped up from his spot on the bed.

  “What the fuck, man?” Ted shouted in my direction. “How did you get in here?”

  “Easy,” I said coolly. “I just talked to the girl at the front desk and she made me another key.”

  Ted walked closer to me, still completely dressed. At least they didn’t have the chance to get very far.

  “What are you doing?” he hissed under his breath so Whitney wouldn’t hear. “You know what I’m trying to do here.”

  “That’s exactly why I’m here,” I replied, letting the door slam behind me. I kicked off my shoes and dropped my tie on the ground.

  Whitney furrowed her eyebrows. I couldn’t tell if she was confused or annoyed by my presence. Probably a little bit of both.

  “What’s going on?” she asked.

  I pursed my lips and clenched my fists. Do I tell her that I’ve been thinking about her constantly for months now? Do I tell her that I want to be with her, to go on dates with her? Do I tell her that I’m dying to fuck her again? There was no easy way to do this.

  “I want you, Whitney,” I said.

  “No,” she replied plainly.

  “What do you mean, ‘no’?”

  “You’re just fucking with me. This is some kind of prank you’re playing on me. Or Ted. I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but it’s very confusing.”

  “This is great,” I groaned. “I come up here to tell the girl I have a crush on that I like her and she’s confused. How do I make this any clearer to you? I like you. I want to be with you. I want to get in bed with you. Can we make this happen?”

  Whitney looked completely heartbroken. “I can’t—” she said, her voice breaking. “What happened between us is over. I’m with Ted now.”

  “Why does it have to be over?” I pleaded.

  “We’re officially siblings!” she exclaimed. “Our parents just got married. What happened at the party was fine. We didn’t know. If we were together now, that would be too weird.”

  “Weird isn’t always bad,” I reasoned. “Besides, we’re hardly related. It’s not like we grew up together.”

  “Even so,” she continued. “I’m dating your best friend. I like him too.”

  “Too?” Ted and I said in unison.

  She clasped a hand to her mouth at the realization of what she said. I smiled. Maybe she did have feelings for me, after all.

  “Come on, Chad.” Ted sighed. “Are you really trying to steal a girl away from me?”

  “Not really,” I responded. “I can share.”

  “How is that going to
work?” she asked. “I’ll see Ted during the week and you on the weekends? I’d date both of you at once and just choose?”

  “Not exactly, but I’d be open to negotiations.”

  “Then how do you expect this crazy idea to possibly work?” she asked.

  “Kiss him,” I said.

  “What?” she stuttered.

  I took Ted by the shoulders and guided him to the bed. He sat down next to Whitney.

  “Kiss him.”

  She gave me a strange look and then turned to kiss Ted. Their kiss was tender and sweet. I walked over to the bed and sat down on the other side.

  “Now kiss me,” I said.

  She looked at Ted, hoping for further instructions. He was too shocked to say anything. But since he didn’t protest, she turned to me and kissed me on the lips.

  I felt like my body was on fire. The blood was pumping through my veins so quickly. She made me feel alive and I wanted her so badly.

  But we had all the time in the world. I would get there eventually. I broke apart from her, noticing that Ted was staring at us.

  “Now,” I said. “Was that so difficult?”

  The two of them looked unsure, but still curious. With the right coaching, I figured I could get them right where I wanted them.

  “Oh, come on.” I laughed. “Are you telling me that you guys have never had a threesome before?”

  They looked at each other before looking back at me. They didn’t say yes right away, but more importantly, they didn’t say no.

  I grinned. I had been in a few threesomes before. The best ones were with two girls. I’d been in one with a girl and a guy, and while it wasn’t nearly as good, it was good enough. I wasn’t into doing things with guys, but I didn’t mind watching and waiting for my turn.

  “I think that’s kind of gay, dude,” Ted said.

  “Does it matter? Besides, I’m not going to touch your dick. I don’t give a shit if you touch mine, but I’m not really into that kind of thing.”

  “Are you being serious?” Whitney asked, still skeptical.

  “If you don’t want me, then you don’t want me. I’ll leave.”

  “No,” she said quickly, resting her hand on my upper thigh. “I think I want to do this.”

  “Then let’s fucking do it!” I whooped. “Ted, grab a bottle of champagne. This is when the party really starts.”

  Ted reluctantly grabbed a bottle from the ice bucket. I opened it with a pop and poured two very full glasses for Ted and Whitney. Then, I took a small swig for myself. I wanted to keep my wits about me so I could take everything in. The other two needed a little help loosening up.

  “Drink up,” I said, raising the bottle. “This is going to be a night to remember.”

  “Will you be gentle with me?” Whitney asked coyly. “I’ve never done anything like this before. I’m not sure how this all works.”

  I laughed. “I’ll be anything but good. But if I remember correctly, you take direction well. If you just follow my lead, we’ll be in good shape.”

  She gave me a naughty grin, and I wanted to tear her dress off right then and there. But, I didn’t go through all of this trouble just to finish in a minute. Having Ted around would help with my endurance—that was for sure.

  “So,” I said, refilling their glasses, “shall we begin?”

  Chapter Ten

  Ted

  I should have shoved Chad out of my hotel room when I had the chance. Whitney and I made out in the empty elevator all the way up to the room. My pants were feeling particularly tight in the front, and I was ready to get them off to relieve some of that pressure.

  When we got back to my room, Whitney said she wanted to freshen up in the bathroom, so I waited patiently on the couch for her. Everything about this night had been absolutely perfect. We had a lovely meal, slow danced in the ballroom, and kissed in the moments where no one was watching.

  Once Whitney was done doing whatever girls do to ‘freshen up’, she sat on the bed next to me. I’d been with quite a few women, but for some reason, I was nervous. I was nervous in a good way, though, because I actually cared about what she thought of me when everything was said and done.

  We started kissing again, and things were starting to get hot and heavy. I had one hand on the zipper of her dress, ready to take things to the next level, when the door burst open.

  I should have known that the night was too good to be true. I can’t have one perfect thing without it being completely ruined. I loved Chad like a brother, but he was a tremendous pain in my ass sometimes.

  Chad and I shared a little room in our fraternity house for four years. In that time, I had basically seen it all. I’d have to pretend to be sleeping while he had noisy sex just a few feet away. I was a light sleeper—I always heard everything.

  But it didn’t really bother me because he did the same for me. Except with Chad, he was always giggling or trying to give me a thumbs-up when the girl wasn’t looking. Needless to say, we were very close.

  This was taking things too far, though. I hadn’t officially asked Whitney to be my girlfriend yet, but we were close. In fact, I was planning on asking her after we had done the deed. I had found that the afterglow of sex was the best time to bring up difficult subjects with women. They always seemed to respond favorably then.

  The point was, Whitney was attached to me, and my friend was trying to take her back. It wasn’t even like they were an item before—they’d just had random sex. That sort of thing happens all the time and it’s not a big deal.

  I was annoyed with Chad for ruining the moment, but not completely surprised, to be honest. Chad always got what he wanted. Why wouldn’t this include girls that I liked?

  But when he proposed a threesome, my immediate reaction was to say no. However, the more I thought about it, I figured that Whitney would choose him if she had to pick between the two of us. If I wanted to be with her and keep her in my life, I needed to do this.

  I drank the champagne willingly, hoping it would dull the nerves. I had unwillingly seen Chad have sex with other women, so this wouldn’t be that far of a departure from college life. It felt weird to share Whitney, but if she was into it, then so was I.

  I had heard from other girls that Chad was very particular about what he liked in the bedroom. He got the reputation of practically being a porn director in bed because of how he liked to be in control of the actions and even the visuals. This was one of his weird quirks that earned him the reputation of being an absolute legend. As strange as it was, the girls were always satisfied, so he must have been doing something right.

  I had almost been in a threesome once, after bringing two girls home from the bar a couple of years back. Unfortunately, they were into each other much more than they were into me, and I was forgotten. It wasn’t a great feeling, especially because they were in my house, but I still enjoyed myself. It’s not often you get to watch two girls getting each other off in your bed. If anyone asked, I would say I had definitely been in a threesome and it was incredible. Only in my head could I decide that it probably didn’t count.

  After I kissed Whitney and then watched her kiss Chad, I realized that this was actually happening. She was clearly into both of us. I knew it wasn’t going to end well for at least one of us in this equation, so I figured I’d have a good night before the inevitable destruction began.

  The champagne helped. I just needed to get to the level of drunk where I didn’t care about anything, yet I could still get it up.

  I looked down at my lap. Yep, still good.

  I turned back toward the bed to see Chad making out with Whitney. I felt a pang of jealousy as I watched him unzip her dress and watch it fall to the floor. For her mother’s wedding, Whitney was wearing some naughty lingerie. The lace bra and panties were leaving very little to the imagination.

  They were clearly preoccupied, so I sat down on the couch and watched. Chad slipped a hand into her panties, and I saw Whitney smile in arousal as they kissed.
I was into it. In any other situation, I would be called a creep for being fully engorged as I watched my friend finger my girlfriend, but in this hotel room, it was all part of the plan.

  Suddenly, Chad stopped touching her and turned her toward me, giving Whitney a gentle nudge in my direction.

  “She’s all warmed up for you.” Chad grinned. “Don’t tell me I never did anything for you.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh, seeing the both of them so loose and inhibited. I was ready for whatever she was going to give me.

  Whitney strolled over to me in her underwear with a smirk on her face.

  “What would you like me to do to you?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

  “Uh …” I mumbled. I don’t think anyone has ever asked me what I wanted. I was usually the one concerned about the other getting what she wanted.

  “Suck his dick,” Chad called from the bed. He had stretched out on top of the covers, resting on the headboard with his hands behind his back.

  “You heard him.” Whitney giggled, kneeling in front of me, unzipping my trousers.

  I reasoned that if I closed my eyes and couldn’t see Chad, I could pretend that it was just Whitney and me in the room. When her warm mouth surrounded my member, I really felt like it was just us. At the very least, all other distractions didn’t really matter.

  Whitney was really working me over and it felt incredible. Her tongue was so soft and agile on my delicate bits. I felt like I was going to finish too quickly, so I peeked one eye open, hoping a glance of Chad would take me out of the moment enough to slow things down.

  When I saw him, he had his phone in his hand, the camera pointed directly at us.

  What are you doing? I mouthed, not wanting to upset Whitney. I most certainly didn’t want her to stop.

  Chad gave me a wink and put the phone on the nightstand. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the rest of the ride, trying not to think of what he was planning on using those pictures for. I understood the value of having a good “spank-bank,” but I didn’t want to be featured in my friend’s masturbatory album.