She could feel the tension. If they wern't looking at her, they were glairing at eachother. Her mind began to race. Should she say something? She knew where she stood, she was falling for Zac, and he was extremely hot, and his brother was extremely hot and extremely great in the sack. Not that Zac wasn't, but there was more with Zac then just physical. And she sure would like a good, quick fuck from Taylor right about now. Should she offer to get a drink? Damn a drink sounded good. Maybe she should throw a line out, to see if they say anything about knowing about eachother. Maybe she would do that, then get up and get a drink. That sounded good. What should she say? Maybe she should be completely honest, and see how it goes. Sex always worked for her. All else fails, she thought Taylor wouldn't turn Lily down. Here goes. She got off the couch and crossed into the kitchen. It was only a half wall facing the living room, so she could see them perfectly.
"So do you guys want a drink? I have some wine, stuff for margarita's, or screwdrivers." She paused, waiting for their reaction. When they just watched her, she gave them a shy sexy smile and continued. "I think I'll make myself a screwdriver because I need a good screw." She licked her lips slowly, and saw their chins drop slightly. She knew they wern't expecting that, and she thought her bluntness helped clear, or cloud, their minds. At least distract them a little from being mad at eachother.
"Ah," Zac managed, as he watched her pour the orange juice in with the half full glass of vodka and stir with her finger. She thought she was pretty triumphant so far, when she had their chins dropping a little more when she sucked on her finger. She traced her wet finger down her chin, neck, and in between her breasts, then over her shirt, down her stomach, and making a big deal about making it look like she slid her hand into her pants on the far side of the counter. They couldn't see that she hadn't actually done that, but she tipped her head back and moaned, eyes closed. She opened them slightly to see their reactions. They were just stairing at her. She wondered who'd make the first move. She hoped it'd be Zac, but Taylor was a little more suave and recovered first. As soon as he started to get up, Zac did the same. They seemed to race eachother into the kitchen. She brought her hand back up and put the finger in her mouth. She couldn't help but smile when she saw their eyes widen while watching her mouth. Taylor leaned on his elbow on the counter on her left side.
"I wouldn't mind a good screw," he smiled, cooly, "driver." Bria smiled at him, laughing quietly. Nice one.
"Yeah?" He nodded. She looked to Zac. "How about you?"
"Definitely yes." She poured orange juice into two more glasses, then filled the rest of the glass for each. As she slid the glasses to them, she downed her drink. She slid a hand up Taylor's cheek and into his hair, then fisted it. She turned her face to Zac, leaned in slightly and kissed him hard. When his eyes grew dazed, she put a hand on his chin, holding it there, while she turned and kissed Taylor. Providing they went with the flow, she'd have a dream become a reality. When she was done, she took a shot straight from the bottle. The guys downed their drink, then set the empty glasses on the table. She picked up the bottle and led them out of the kitchen and towards her room. She couldn't believe how they followed her, without saying one word of protest. Funny how that worked. Smiling wickedly, she began undoing the button on her shorts and let them fall to the floor between the couch and the hall. She stopped, took another long drink from the bottle, passed it back. Once it was out of her hands, she reached for the hem of her shirt and slipped it over her head and let that join her shorts. She continued on when she heard someone taking a swallow from the bottle, and it being passed. She turned her light on, then adjusted it to dim with the switch. She climbed onto her bed, making sure they got a good look at her ass. She sat up on her knees, back facing them, and unsnapped her bra and let it fall to the floor. She turned around slowly, backed up, then layed down on her bed with them watching her every move. She lifted a hand and gestured with her finger for them to come over. They did slowly, as if they were floating, then sat on the bed, one on each side of her. She looked at them, with a smile on her face, pleased this was going so well, but at the same time, a little sad knowing this would be her last time with Taylor.
Lily came in a little before three am, to empty glasses on the table, and Bria's shorts and shirt on the floor. Lily smiled and shook her head. "She is one lucky bitch," she said quietly. The apartment was quiet, and that plus the clothes on the floor was a good indication to her that things had worked themselves out. And if she knew Bria, it had worked out to her advantage. Closing her bedroom door behind her, she stripped and slid into bed, wondering briefly what drama would come with tomorrow.
Chapter Eighteen