Yoga for Three: MMF Bisexual Romance by Nicole Stewart

Author:Nicole Stewart [Stewart, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-11-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

“What should we do?” Eve whispered timidly into the darkness. She couldn’t even see Milo anymore, but she hoped that he was hovering just out of reach, on the verge of crashing down against her waiting lips.

The bathroom light flickered back to life and Milo saw that Eve wanted him.

“Here, take one of these,” Milo instructed, handing her a plastic-wrapped morsel of some sort. She unwrapped it and smelled it—mint and vanilla. Some kind of dessert?

“I guess I wouldn’t mind a snack,” Eve allowed, obviously confused. She popped it into her mouth and chewed. It was good, and the brief pleasure of its taste stole focus from the pain in her head.

“It’s a puff pastry made with marijuana,” Milo explained plainly. “It’s the only painkiller in this entire house that won’t interact with the alcohol in your system.”

Eve spat out the tiny melted fragment of the pastry which remained in her mouth. “Milo!” she cried. “You drugged me!”

“Hardly,” Milo scoffed. He hunted behind the broken mirror, in the medicine cabinet, and extracted a length of gauze. “Can you believe it?” he wondered. “They broke their own actual mirror for this party.”

“They even purchased an actual coffin apparently,” Eve said, beginning to forget the pain she was in.

Milo grinned at her as he came close again, this time unraveling the length of gauze for her head. She absorbed every detail. His wig was askew now. His pupils were bright and black at the same time, and they looked into hers, connected. Milo’s body heat crackled through her like static and she responded with a deep breath.

She peered up at him, suddenly feeling naked without her glasses. She wanted his hands on her again. She wanted to arch against him and find his mouth and get slammed up against that door behind her.

Milo stared back down at her, blue eyes smoldering darkly, reading her mind, and then the light bulb sputtered and died again.

“Milo?” Eve said quietly.

“I’m here,” he answered.

“Maybe we need to find a better light,” Eve suggested. The marijuana was starting to hit. She felt better but slower, looser.

“No. Stay here,” Milo instructed her, and just hearing the words sapped away all Eve’s will to do otherwise.

The light flickered back on.

“Don’t move,” Milo said, leaning forward and wrapping the gauze around her head.

“I won’t,” Eve whispered, and Milo slowed, looked at her more seriously.

“What are you up to?” he asked, intrigued.

“Nothing,” Eve assured him. She was almost certain that she meant it.

Milo wrapped the length of gauze around her head twice. Eve blinked up at him. “Thank you,” she said, her voice unintentionally sultry.

Milo grimaced with frustration and stopped wrapping again. “Stop it,” he commanded her, as if she was really doing something and she knew exactly what it was. “You’re happy with Cliff. I know you are. So don’t mess with me, Evelyn.”

Eve colored slightly at the name. She loved that he and he alone called her Evelyn. “Of course I’m happy with Cliff,” she agreed staunchly. “Aren’t you?”

Milo swallowed.

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