I groaned as I made my way into the living room. I walked over to Embry as Paul knelt in front of the media cabinet, searching for a movie to watch during dinner. I stood next to Embry as he was perched on the edge of the coffee table. I smiled when his arm snaked around my waist. It felt natural...and right. He did it while discussing which Fast and Furious movie was the best. And maybe that would have been okay but he was discussing it with Paul.

Paul.

There he sat with his back to us, his back muscles flexing under the confines of his tightly stretched black beater. I wondered how cruel it was to let Embry be affectionate with me while in Paul's presence. But Paul had seen Embry and I mere inches away from our first kiss. So he had to know there could be more to come, right?

But then it dawned on me that this was probably the reason that Paul had insisted on staying. And maybe Embry was more strategic than I had pegged him for. Maybe his plan was to let Paul see what we hadn't gotten a chance to finish in my room? Or maybe he didn't trust me alone with Paul.

Hell...I didn't trust myself alone with Paul.

I looked at him now, his broad shoulders making any doorway appear smaller. He was completely covering the media cabinet, calling out titles that either Embry or I had nixed.

"Maybe Keegan wants to watch something romantic?" Embry offered as my fingers drifted to the adorable mussed hair on top of his head. It was just as soft as I had expected and when I lowered my nose to take a sniff, Paul whirled around to face us.

The color visibly drained from his face as his eyes darted to my hand in Embry's hair, to the way his hand was curled around my hip and digging in a little, to the expression on Embry's face, that I couldn't read right then but assumed was conveying pleasure from my touch. "You've got a lot to learn about Keegan, man."

Paul's intense gaze had me pulling my hand away from Embry's hair and moving to rest on his shoulder. "What's that supposed to mean?" Embry asked defensively as Paul stood and dropped a handful of dvds on the table.

Paul's lip curled into a sneer as he shook his head. "She hates romantic movies. Except for The Notebook."

"Maybe she wants to try something different. Sometimes people get tired of the same old shit all the time," Embry retorted sharply as he stood, his hand never leaving my hip.

I glanced between them, fully aware that this was no longer about my movie preferences. "I don't care what we watch, honestly. We could let Embry pick."

Paul tore his gaze away from Embry and glared at me. "Well isn't that sweet?"

Paul leaned down to gather up the dvds on the coffee table when Embry stopped him. "So let me see what she likes."

Paul handed him the stack and I watched Embry snicker. "Big Bruce Willis fan?"

"The biggest," Paul confirmed. "She owns all his movies."

"No I don't," I argued. "I don't have Hudson Hawk or Bandits or Billy Bathgate."

"But you own this one," Paul pointed out as he pulled my copy of Color of Night from the stack. Maybe we should watch this one..."

"No!" I shrieked, knowing as well as he did that there was all kinds of sex and nudity in it. No way was I watching it with these two.

"Keegan loves action/adventure movies. She would never sit through a rom/com or some sappy drama. She's all tomboy when it comes to her movie preferences," Paul stated matter-of-factly.

"And you obviously have a major thing for Bruce Willis..." Embry teased.

I huffed in frustration. "Give me those," I groused as Embry pulled the stack from me and held them over his head.

"Are you worried I'll damage your precious Bruce Willis collection?" Embry continued to tease as Paul laughed.

"I hate you both."

"No, you don't," Paul argued as he wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me off my feet. "She's ticklish around her neck if you wanna get her," Paul told Embry as I scoffed.

"That's not even fair!" I squealed as Embry dropped the movies on the couch and brought his fingers to my neck while Paul's hold on me never wavered. "Don't you do it, Embry!"

He smiled devilishly as his fingers attacked my neck and I squealed even louder. I squirmed in Paul's arms and felt his hold tighten when he fell back into my dad's recliner with me in his lap. "Can't you handle her, Paul? She's just a girl."

I pulled Paul's arms off me and launched myself toward Embry, who was now running for the front door. "Just a girl, huh?"

Embry yanked the front door open and suddenly stopped running, causing me to nearly plow him down. "What's wrong?" I asked breathlessly as I slipped under his arm and glanced toward the open doorway.

"Pizza's here! Grab that money, will ya, Paul?" I called from over my shoulder as Embry continued to stare at the delivery driver. I got a little annoyed with all the attention he gave the tall brunette and when Paul came around the corner, he did the same thing. "Paul," she sighed, her face physically lighting up when she saw him.

He blinked quickly, glancing to me and then her. "Aren't you gonna introduce us to your friend?" I asked sarcastically, already knowing he probably didn't remember her name or be would've said it already.

"What do...do we owe you?" Paul stammered as he raked a hand through his hair.

The driver, the nametag said Yvette, tipped her head slightly to read the total on the side of the box. "It's $27.50," she announced, her gaze returning to Paul.

I looked at Paul, who stood there clutching the money and I rolled my eyes. I pried the money from his hands and thrust it at her. "I just need 10 back," I finally said as they continued to stare at each other.

Embry reached for the stack of pizzas while I grabbed the two-liter of soda. I pulled on Embry's sleeve with my free hand and nodded toward the living room. "Grab my change, will ya?" I said to Paul, hoping they might break their daze.

I entered the kitchen, grabbing three empty cups as filling them halfway with ice. Embry joined me after putting the pizzas on the coffee table. "Need some help?"

I didn't raise my head to look at him, simply asking, "Wanna grab some plates?"

After getting a handful of napkins from the kitchen table, I look to see Embry yanking open all the top cabinets. "It's over here," I instructed as he turned to stand in front of me. He sandwiched me between him and the counter, one hand curling around my waist while the other reached over my head for the plates.

He chose three, pressing his chest to mine as he stretched. He brought them down for my inspection and asked, "Will these work?"

I gazed up at him and nodded, my eyes drifting to his mouth and then back to his dark eyes. He smiled when he noticed where was looking. When he set the plates behind me and trapped me with his sinewy smooth arms, I knew I was in trouble. "You know what?" Embry began. I smiled shyly and shook my head. He licked his lips and trapped the bottom one between his teeth. "You look like you need to be kissed."

I sucked in a deep breath and nodded, knowing any words I could form at that moment would sound stupid. Embry smiled almost imperceptibly as his eyes drifted closed. I did the same thing as I buried my fingers in the hair on the back of his neck and pulled him close to me. "Last chance to back out," he murmured before hesitating a moment.

"No way," I sighed before his lips descended upon mine. He brushed his lips softly against mine, still hesitating before I tilted my head a bit more and put a little more pressure behind the kiss.

I felt his hands move to my hips as mine smoothed over his shoulders, pulling him down to me a little more. I smiled against his mouth when I felt his tongue peek out, searching for mine. His tongue was slick and smooth like the rest of him and he used his to taste me and I loved it.

He was gentle and sweet with his kisses, but his hands were rough. I felt them tightening on my hips, gripping harder as the kiss continued. He was having a hard time holding back. Hell, so was I. My mind was so clear during this kiss that I could appreciate the smell of his skin, the firmness of his lips, the way his lower half pushed against mine. This wasn't frenzied and panicked. It was sensual and he had all my senses on overload.

He began pecking my lips lightly as he pulled away and I was fighting to control my breathing. We ended the kiss with our faces buried in each other's necks. I shivered when I felt Embry's warm breath fanning my skin. "Your neck really is sensitive," he murmured as his lips traveled up to my ear. "I love that."

Another shiver. Dammit. His lips were so soft and he was breathing so deep that I could sense how turned on he was. Well that and the way his erection was poking me in the hip. I laughed just thinking about it. He backed off a little, obviously knowing I felt it. "Sorry about that," he whispered, his face flushing adorably.

I lowered my hands to his hips, my fingers curling into his skin, nails raking under his shirt a little. "It's okay," I murmured, glancing up to catch his gaze. "It feels good...being wanted."

He smiled and nodded. "Oh you are," he replied before leaning in for another kiss.

"Pizza's getting cold," Paul announced as he entered the kitchen and found us mid-kiss. "Are we eating or what?" he huffed as we pulled away slowly.

Embry kept me trapped between him and the counter as I glanced at Paul. "Did you finally remember who that girl was?"

Paul grabbed the plates as Embry carried the cups and I brought the napkins. We sat on the floor around the coffee table as I opened the boxes and we filled our plates.

"I knew who she was," Paul stated, his brow furrowing. "I just didn't expect to see her here."

I settled next to Embry and across from Paul. "Oh yeah? Did she make a special delivery to your house before?"

Paul squirmed a bit as he nervously picked the toppings off and shoved them in his mouth. He wouldn't look at me and suddenly everything made sense.

"You fucked her?"

Paul's eyes snapped to mine. "Wow, Keegan. Really?"

I noticed he didn't deny it. "You're unbelievable."

Paul glared at me now, his eyes darting over to Embry's once before he spoke again. "Jealous?"

"Ewww no," I groaned. "I just hope you used protection."

"You're jealous," he announced as his lips curled into a smirk. "You're so cute when you're jealous."

I scowled at him as I stood and climbed over Embry on my way to the kitchen. "Bring back some parmesan!" Paul called as I entered the kitchen.

Shit.

I can't act like I care about what Paul does with his dick. He's not mine and he never was.

But he could be.

I cringed when I thought about Embry and how my little jealousy act must be bothering him. I dug around in the back of the fridge until I found the parmesan and I grabbed a water for me.

When I returned and sat down with the guys, they were suspiciously quiet. "What?" I mumbled as cheese dangled from my chin. "I'm not sure I like you two hanging out together. Too many chances to compare notes about me."

I grabbed a napkin, swiping away the remnants of cheese while Paul continued to smirk. "I just told Embry you got all freaked out because you don't believe in casual sex. That...and you're a virgin."

I scowled at Paul hard and shook my head. "You're such a dick. You'd fuck anybody. You'll be sorry when you meet 'the one' and she asks you how many girls you've been with. She'll probably fall out of her chair when you give her the exact number."

Paul rolled his eyes. "The exact number?"

"Yeah. As in how many girls have you been with? Or can't you count that high?" I snarked.

"You still sound jealous," he commented before grabbing two more pieces of pizza.

"I'm not," I argued, shifting around to sit closer to Embry. "If you don't wanna tell us..."

"It's four."

My mouth gasped open. "Four?" I echoed. "As in...400?"

He scowled. "As in...I've only been with 4 girls." Paul paused to gauge my reaction and then added, "I've already met 'the one.' And I'm sure she'll understand."

I rolled my eyes and felt Embry stiffen beside me. I started stacking up the empty boxes, relocating all the leftover pieces into one box. "Anyway..." I began, desperately wanting to change the subject.

Paul wiped his face with a napkin, balling it up and tossing it my way. "So what's your exact number?"

I tossed him a confused look and shrugged. "Zero. You already said that."

"Not that number. Like how many guys have you kissed...and who was the best?" Paul stared at me intensely and all I could do was chuckle. I could already feel the blush creeping up the back of my neck.

"What difference does it make?" I asked defensively.

Paul leaned back, his palms flat on the hardwood floor behind him and his legs stretched and brushed mine under the coffee table. "You were all about knowing my number. So let's hear yours."

I glanced at Embry and of course, he looked just as anxious as Paul to know. "It's four okay. Now you know."

I stood and grabbed the boxes, wanting to be anywhere but here. I didn't want Paul to press me about who the best kisser was. "Four?" he echoed when I returned from dumping the boxes in garbage can out back. "Who's the other two?"

I settled on the couch, bending my knees and tucking my feet under my feet. "You knew I kissed Evan Adams when we were 12. Did you forget?"

He nodded. "Okay, then who else?"

"Well...you and Embry." I paused to glance at Embry, noticing a shy smile beginning to spread across his face. "And...Todd."

"Todd? Todd Evans? Seriously? When was that?"

I sighed. "It was Halloween. You made me go to that bonfire and then you ditched me. You took off with that...what was her name?"

"Felicia."

I made a disgusted face and nodded. "You talked me into wearing that pirate wench costume but the skirt was so thin, I nearly froze to death. Todd...Todd wanted to warm me up."

Paul squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"You never told me you were gonna go off and bang that girl," I challenged.

"That was really stupid of me. I shouldn't have left you alone that night."

I shrugged, trying not to be affected by how sweet Paul sounded right now. "No big deal. It happened."

Embry climbed up on the couch and sat beside me. I looked at him and noticed that sexy little gleam in his eye. "But which one was the best?"

I sighed loudly. How would i ever get out of this? "It was...it was...."

"Todd?" Paul offered.

"Oh yeah. Todd with his turtle tongue jammed right into my mouth and those clammy hands..." I shuddered when I remembered how bad it truly was.

They both laughed as Paul stood and moved around the coffee table to sit on it right in front of me. "So you're not gonna tell us?" Paul teased, reaching forward to squeeze my knee.

Embry wrapped his arm around me, pulling me a little closer. "You don't have to say anything, Keegan. Especially if you're not comfortable."

"Dude, you don't want her to say it was me," Paul quipped in that cocky way of his.

"Why would she say it was you?" Embry pressed. "She could just as easily say it's me."

Paul scoffed. "Whatever you say. But you weren't there. You didn't see her pull her shirt off and basically beg me to..."

"Paul!" I scolded. "You're such an ass!" I threw my leg forward, kicking him in the stomach and laughing when he grabbed my foot and tickled me in response.

"Doesn't anyone wanna hear my number?" Embry asked out of nowhere. I was thankful for the distraction because things were feeling weird.

"Sure," I encouraged.

"Do you even have a number?" Paul teased.

Embry scoffed. "I'm not a virgin."

"Really?" I asked, not doing a very good job of hiding my surprise.

"You seem so shocked..."

I shrugged. "Sorry. I'm not shocked persay...just a little surprised."

"So who was she? Someone we know?" Paul quizzed, his hands finally releasing my feet.

Embry shook his head and sighed a little. "No. I met her in Tacoma last summer. She's my grandpa's neighbor. We spent a lot of time together and then we..." he paused and sighed deeply. It made my heart hurt a little hearing how wistful he was talking about her. "We said goodbye."

"So just that one time?" Paul asked, for once not sounding like a horny perv.

Embry blushed a little and shook his head. "Nah...we made a week of it."

I swallowed back a lump in my throat, wondering how I could be so affected by his past when we were just getting to know each other. "You guys don't keep in contact?" I wondered aloud, hoping not to sound too clingy.

He gave me a reassuring squeeze. "No, not any more. It was just a summer fling." I smiled up at him, feeling warm and tingly in his arms. Embry locked eyes on me and smiled back. "Besides, I got my eye on someone new."

I let my head drop into the crook of his neck as the intense gaze he gave me was way more than I could handle at the moment. "So maybe we should watch a movie?" Paul suggested, reaching over to tickle me behind my knee. "Unless you're ready for bed...and then we can go."

I raised my head slowly, hating to leave my warm little safe haven in the crook of Embry's neck. I glanced at Embry and back to Paul. I need to decide...on bed or a movie. On Embry or Paul. Sure, we all got along now, but how much longer could this last?

"Let's...watch a movie," I finally replied.

"Color of Night?" Paul teased as he got up to find something to watch.

"No. Let's watch Armageddon. Just the right amount of action and romance. Perfect." I smiled and gasped when Embry's lips caught mine in a quick kiss with Paul's back turned.

Yeah. This was gonna be harder than I thought.

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A/N: I'm having a lot of fun with this one! Paul is super flirty and Embry is just too cute. Thanks for reading!

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