With Strings Attached by Kelly Jamieson Page A

wouldn’t. Would he tell her that?
    “Corey,” he said again. “What do you want?”
    Her bottom lip trembled and her insides quivered. She tightened her hands on the counter. Thoughts whirled through her head, possible responses. What should she say? How should she answer that? And then she knew. The truth. If there was anyone she could be honest with, it was Matt. “I want you both,” she whispered.
    Matt’s eyes flickered, and when she switched her gaze to Dylan, he said, “Holy shit.”
    She blinked at him uncertainly. Had she managed to piss them both off? This still felt really tense.
    “Both of us,” Dylan repeated. He glanced at Matt and the corners of his mouth lifted. “Well, I’m up for a threesome.”
    “A… what ?” Corey’s mouth fell open and her heart lurched to a stop.
    He grinned. “A threesome. Isn’t that what you meant?”
    “Uh…” Holy hell, no! A threesome! She’d never in her life done anything like that. She pressed a hand to her chest where her heart had resumed beating at a rapid pace.
    Matt watched her, with a steady gaze, not smiling.
    “Oh, hell,” Dylan said. “Matt will never go for that, babe. You know he’s Mr. Nice Guy.”
    She watched Matt’s eyes shift again toward Dylan. He snorted. “Yeah, that’s me. The nice guy.” He turned his eyes back to Corey. “Is that what you want, Corey?”
    She said nothing. She still hadn’t denied that’s what she’d meant. Because shockingly, the idea turned her on. Come on, who hadn’t fantasized about something like that? She’d never in a million years ever have thought something like that would actually happen, but yeah, she’d thought about it. Once. Or twice.
    Would Matt do it? She searched his face for a clue about what he was feeling. He was managing to hide whatever that was pretty damn well. If she told him no, that wasn’t what she’d meant, where would they be? Right back where they’d started, right back where she’d suggested she’d better go home because there was no good way to get out of this.
    But if she told him yes…they could all have what they wanted.
    A wave of heat washed over her, so intense she felt lightheaded. She closed her eyes. Opened them. She let the hand she’d pressed to her heart trail down, fingertips between her breasts, her palm brushing over one hard, sensitized nipple. Again both men’s eyes tracked down along with her hand, lingering on her breasts.
    It was risky. If she’d worried that sleeping with Dylan would change things between her and Matt, what would a threesome do? But it seemed like the best answer to this sexy dilemma. Their friendship had survived having accidental sex together. It would probably survive this.
    She took a deep breath. “Yes,” she whispered. “That’s what I want.”

Chapter Six
    Matt’s heart pounded in his ears and his cock was so hard it hurt. He could not believe what was happening, could not believe he’d just heard Corey say that. Was she fucking serious?
    He’d been ready to bow out. He and Corey were “just friends”, as pretty much every girl had ever told him she wanted to be with him. He wasn’t an exciting guy, a sexy athlete like Dylan, or a bad-boy rockstar wannabe like the guy Lysett had ended up with. He was just your average nice guy, like everyone kept telling him over and over. He’d sensed the attraction between Corey and Dylan since the moment they’d met, felt it building up hotter last night, and now to inferno levels. So if they wanted to get it on, he kinda felt he didn’t have much choice but to step aside and let them. He had no right to tell Corey not to do something, even though for a moment she’d looked at him as though she’d do whatever he said. Nor did he have any right to be jealous.
    But a threesome…whoa. That was fucking hot.
    Dylan didn’t think he’d do it. Apparently thought he was a chickenshit pansy ass or some such shit, that he wouldn’t participate in something so badass.