Chapter 12

“You’re always mean to me.”

“You were being mean to me!”

“After you were already being mean to me,” Katie continued to cry. “You were making the story all about you.”

Against her will, Katie’s crying got to Cynthia and she took Katie into her arms. “I’m sorry.”

“You should be. You jerk.”

“I am sorry. You know, Real Life Freya has no chance of winning the contest if all we’re going to do is just sabotage each other.”

“I know,” Katie agreed. “But you’re always such a jerk. Especially to me. And you’re supposed to love me.”

Cynthia tried to soothe Katie. “I do. I do love you. Here, let me make it all better.”

Katie let go of Freya and smiled. “Sorry. I just wanted a little kiss.”

“That ... was ... kind of a big kiss...” Freya breathed.

“Sorry,” Katie repeated.

On the other end of the couch, Cynthia carefully tucked Alex’s cock back into his pants. With what was happening between the two pairs, miraculously, neither Alex nor Freya saw what had been happening to the other. “I was just kidding with the whole shirt thing,” Cynthia announced to the room, picking her shirt up off the chair and putting it back on. “Just trying to have a little fun.” Then trying to change the subject, she asked, “Why don’t we play a game and chow on some popcorn?”

“Can we play Scrabble?” Katie asked, hopefully.

“Of course, honey,” Cynthia answered. “Anything you want because I’m so easy-going and would never be mean to you.”

“I’ll grab it,” Freya said, standing up. “Alex, can you put another log on the fire, please?”

“Uh, sure,” He replied, but not at all sure how he would do that with his aching erection pushing the front of his pants out.

Katie watched Freya walk out of the room, almost gliding on perfectly-toned legs, her curvaceous ass cheeks undulating under the nightshirt she was wearing. Feeling her heart race, Katie sighed. Her two best friends were the most beautiful women she had ever known and she was lucky enough to be engaged to one of them and in a sexual relationship with both of them.

She couldn’t be happier.

Well, she could be a little happier.

She pushed the comforter aside and hurried after Freya. “I’ll get us some sodas.”

Freya got the board game from the hall closet and joined Katie in the kitchen. The room was lit by a single candle sitting in the center of the table. In contrast to the not unpleasantly acrid smell of the fire in the living room, the kitchen was filled with the gentle scent of lilacs.

Katie placed the cans on the counter and turned to ask Freya if they needed anything else, but her heart caught in her throat when she saw Freya’s face faintly illuminated on one side by the candlelight, the corners of her lips upturned in just the barest of smiles. Katie was entranced by the twin flames reflected in Freya’s eyes darkened by shadows, seeming to make them sparkle with desire.

Desire for Katie.