8 - Fallon
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FALLON
“A threesome?” Dalton repeated, leaning back. “Really?”
“Yes.”
My heart was pounding. I couldn’t believe I’d said it! I couldn’t believe I was actually—
“Sure,” he shrugged. “Why not? You said you had a cute girlfriend from Kappa Delta, right? Give her a call. See if she’s not doing anything, and—”
“No, no, you’re not understanding,” I cut him off. “I want… well… I want something else entirely.”
“Alright. What do you want?”
I paused, biting my lip.
“C’mon freckles, you can tell me,” Dalton smiled. “I’m pretty sure there’s nothing you couldn’t ask for that I wouldn’t grant you.”
“It’s stupid,” I told him. “It’s foolish. It’s greedy and wrong.”
“What is?”
“I don’t even know how to ask for it, or why I’m coming to you, or even if I should be asking, but…”
“Fallon,” he interrupted, laying a hand over mine. “Just tell me.”
A sudden courage swept over me. In that moment it was like someone else stepped into my skin, and just took over.
“I want a threesome the other way,” I said thickly. “For once in my life, I want to be the center of attention. I want a threesome with two guys.”
Dalton swallowed, dryly. “And one of those guys is me.”
“Yes,” I murmured. “Definitely.”
“I see.”
An awkward silence settled over the room. I could tell it made him every bit as uncomfortable as it did me.
“You know I was kidding about the girl from Kappa Delta, right?” he said quickly. “I wasn’t trying to be facetious. I just didn’t realize—”
“Dalton, I really want this,” I cut him off. “You have no idea. My ex made me feel sexually gross all the time, like there was something wrong with me. He had all these fantasies of his own, and that was always okay. I even helped fulfill some of them. But whenever I even started telling him what my fantasies were, he made a face like he’d eaten a lemon.”
Dalton regarded me sympathetically, and took a manly swig of his wine.
“Yeah, well your ex is a grade-A asshat.”
“No argument there.”
Another pause. More silence.
“Well… okay, then. Who would you want?”
A heat unlike anything I’d ever known rushed through me. It started at my toes and traveled upward, ending at my swirling, spinning head.
“Are you saying…”
“I mean, do you have some names in mind?” asked Dalton.
“Really?” I sat up straighter. “Would you really do this?”
“Depends on who I was doing it with,” he shrugged. “It would have to be someone cool, or someone I got along with. And definitely someone who wouldn’t disrespect you, either before or afterward, or—”
“What about Emerson?”
The name just spilled right out. I couldn’t stop it.
“You want Emerson, huh?” Dalton smiled knowingly. The smile widened as he thought about it. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure he’d go for it. I’ve seen the way he’s been looking at you over the past few days. The guy’s definitely got the hots for you, I’m sure.”
He scratched at his sexy blond stubble.
“Anyone else?”
The heat was unbearable now. My chest and face were so flush I wanted to peel my shirt off. My ears were on fire.
“I—I dunno,” I admitted. “I guess it could be anyone, as long as they’re hot.”
“Hot.” Dalton chuckled. “Right.’
“I mean, I trust your judgment. And as long as they were clean, and cool, and obviously discreet…”
Holy FUCK! I couldn’t believe this was actually happening! Shifting in my spot on the couch, I could feel myself getting wetter by the second.
“Now, I know what you’re probably thinking…” I added, a bit more sullenly. “She’s fresh off a breakup. Hasn’t even rebounded yet. She wants to make up for lost time, so she’s diving into a bunch of weird sex, thinking it will make her happy.”
I had to include the disclaimer. Like it or not, Dalton was my closest friend. The last thing I wanted was for him to think badly of me.
“Or maybe you’re thinking it’s just the wine talking. That I’ve had too much of it, and tomorrow I’ll wake up and regret this whole conversation, but I won’t. With Blaine out of my life, I feel more sober than I’ve ever been.”
The gorgeous quarterback said nothing. He merely sat there listening to my rant, his sculpted arms spread wide over the back of the couch.
“That is what you’re thinking, right?” I doubled down. “You see a friend who’s being rash and impetuous. Emotionally reckless. Foolish. Slutty. Maybe even—”
“No, that’s not what I see at all.”
Dalton sat forward, and edged closer to me on the couch. Our legs touched. For the first time in years, it was suddenly electric.
“I see a friend who’s finally putting herself first, for once,” said Dalton. “Someone who’s lived her life for other people for so long, she can’t even remember what it’s like to do things just for herself.”
I blinked in surprise. Moving slowly, Dalton reached out and plucked the wine glass from my hand.
“I don’t blame the wine either,” he said. “And I don’t blame you for wanting this. But there’s one thing we need to talk about, before something like this can happen.”
The lump that formed in my throat was the size of a golf ball.
“What?”
“Our friendship.”
The words fell heavy in the silence of the empty house. They echoed hollowly against the open walls.
“Fallon, what if you catch feelings?”
“Feelings?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t want feelings. I want what you guys have. What you’ve had the entire time you’ve been here: a fun, casual, college experience.”
He looked me over, studying me carefully.
“You guys said it the other day,” I went on. “I’ve hardly done anything! I’ve never been tied up, or blindfolded, or spanked. Do you know how hot that all sounds to me? All these things I’ve missed out on. You pointed them out, and I couldn’t stop thinking about them.”
“So… no feelings, then.”
“None. Zero. Zilch.” I crossed my fingers and held them up. “Just sex, I promise.”
“And if you do catch feelings?” Dalton asked. “Is that the end of our friendship?”
“Never!” I cried. “It wouldn’t be. I mean, it’s not. It won’t be. It can’t be.”
“Because if that’s even remotely a risk—”
“Dalton, we’ve slept together before. Remember?”
His hands were cradling mine. “Of course I do.”
“And we’re still friends, right? We’ve been friends for years now. No issues.”
He seemed to consider this for a moment, before nodding. “I guess so. But Fallon—”
“Dalton, it’s just sex ,” I reiterated. “Good sex. Fun sex. Think of it as helping me fulfill a fantasy, just like you helped me when I got my car stuck in that snowbank.”
He laughed. “This is not like rescuing you from a snowbank.”
“Yes it is,” I smiled back. “We had a blast that day, right? We made good memories together?”
“Sure did,” he agreed. “Actually, that day fucking rocked.”
By the smile on his face, I knew he was thinking back. The day started with disaster, but ended with the two of us snowed in at a diner for nine straight hours. We ate cheeseburgers with waffle fries, and ordered two rounds of ice-cream sundaes. We took over the jukebox together, sang our faces off, and made the best of a bad situation. Together we must’ve sank two rolls of quarters into the old machine.
“This day would be just like that day, only with orgasms,” I grinned. “So… better.”
Dalton was grinning now too. And not just grinning, but looking me over in a much different light.
“Alright, bestie. I’m sold. The only question is… where and when do you want to do this?”
My stomach rolled at the words. The sudden reality of the situation had me queasy with excitement.
And it wasn’t just me, I could tell. It was Dalton, too.
“I… I don’t know,” I stammered. “I haven’t really thought about—”
“Friday,” Dalton said abruptly. “Right here. Practice will end early, because of the game on Saturday. And we’ll have the night off.”
“But what about—”
“Trey’s flying home for the night. Family thing. He’s only a couple hours away, so he does this a lot.”
My body was trembling with excitement. So much, that I was actually nauseous.
“Oh. Okay.”
For the first time in years, I allowed my eyes to flit unfettered over Dalton’s hard, lean body. He’d played an amazing game today; one filled with energy and stamina and surging levels of adrenaline. I looked at him now as a man, instead of a friend. A man who, I imagined, required some kind of outlet or release when it came to these things.
In that moment I was hyper-aware of how dangerously close our faces hovered together. They’d been this close hundreds of times before, but this was different.
“Maybe the two of us should do a test run,” Dalton murmured, practically against my lips. “You know… to see if we still got it.”
“Oh, I’m sure we’ve still got it,” I chuckled nervously.
My heart was pounding even faster now, as every nerve ending in my body stood on end. I wanted him so badly I could physically taste it. When his hand moved to my thigh, I practically melted.
“Or…”
I winced at the word, the second I said it.
“Or maybe we save the sexual tension for the night in question,” I suggested huskily. “Let it build up all week long. Make it even better for us.”
Dalton’s other hand stopped halfway through the motion of peeling off his shirt. He looked a little crestfallen, but also intrigued at the idea of waiting.
“But…” I smiled slyly, as I slid one hand behind his head. “Kiss me to see if the sparks are still there?”
He didn’t hesitate for an instant. Dalton’s lips crashed against mine, inhaling me, breathing me in. I gasped at first before kissing him back, our hot tongues gliding alongside one another like old, familiar lovers, reunited after way too long a time apart. Then we went to town, kissing and touching. Our lips moving in a beautiful synchronicity, rolling softly, almost as one.
Shit, it was just like riding a bicycle. Some things you never forgot.
His hand went back to my face, cradling it, caressing it in that possessive yet gentle way I remembered from so long ago. But there were other things I’d forgotten; like his taste, his feel, his musky-sweet smell. The surprising softness of his blond stubble against my cheek gave me welcome flashbacks, as he nuzzled my neck. I whimpered as he kissed his way down to my shoulder, then slowly back up to taste my mouth again.
Fuck.
Throughout it all, Dalton’s hands roamed my body. Those talented, beautiful, quarterback hands were finding themselves in places they hadn’t been in oh so very long, not since the weekend we’d first met.
And I very happily let them roam.
Eventually we broke apart, if for no other reason than all good things must come to an end. We were left hot and breathless, staring into each other’s eyes, as our libidos screamed for us to keep going.
“As totally fucking amazing as this is,” I whispered, “it’s also weird, kissing you like this again.” I chuckled and shook my head. “After so many years of kissing you on the cheek.”
Dalton sighed contentedly, his face as flush as mine.
“It’s going to be even weirder kissing me on Friday, with me buried all the way up inside you,” he reminded me huskily. “And my friend hanging back, waiting his turn.”
My smile turned devious. I patted twice him on the face, gently, then winked.
“Who says I’m going to make him wait?”