Page 72 of The Fall

Max leans forward across the table. “It is our tradition, Sav. What if we don’t do it and then something bad happens on the ice tomorrow?”

“Max!”

“Don’t try to convince her because of a dumb superstition. If she agrees to this, it needs to be because she wants it,” I growl.

“Fine. Then let it be like a final goodbye for us since we didn’t know the last time would be the last time,” he says.

Savannah looks from me to Max, apparently thinking it over. Then she looks back at me. “Are you sure you’d be ok with this?”

I can’t pretend it doesn’t make me happy that she’s more concerned about me in this scenario. Another little glimpse into the fact that she does care about me. “I’m ok if you’re ok. I certainly don’t want to make a habit of it, but if it’s something you’re interested in, I’d like to be there when you experience it.”

She nods and takes a few more seconds before finally responding. “Ok.”

“Yes!” Max exclaims, raising a triumphant fist in the air. He’s a little too excited about this, but I guess I can’t blame him. I’d be the same way if I were in his shoes. I’d be just as desperate.

“But,” Savannah says, grabbing my attention. “If anyone gets uncomfortable—that means you too, Logan—we stop. We all have to communicate if this is going to work.”

“Yes. One hundred percent. Got it,” Max agrees quickly.

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll make sure you know exactly how I’m feeling throughout.”

“Ok.”

“Great. Let’s get the fuck out of here.” Max looks around for our server to grab the bill. I grab Savannah’s hand under the table and squeeze. She squeezes back. I would kiss her, but there’s a strong possibility that someone could see us here, and the last thing I want is our relationship to be outed before she’s ready. So, I settle for a hand squeeze and a smile.

This is going to be an interesting night.

TWENTY-FIVE

SAVANNAH

“Have either of you ever done this before?” I ask Max and Logan after Max’s hotel room door shuts.

Max nods, which honestly doesn’t surprise me. But then Logan also nods, which is a little more surprising. I raise my eyebrows.

“It was only once,” he explains.

“Two girls?” I ask, though I’m not sure why I want those details.

He nods again.

Max starts playing some soft music from his phone and turns off some of the harsher hotel room lights. He digs through his bag for a moment before putting condoms out on the dresser.

This whole thing sounded good in theory, but now I’m nervous. Thankfully, I know both of these men and how they are in bed, so I have some idea of what to expect. But I don’t know how to get started. Who goes first? Am I supposed to pick?

Max seems to sense my panic because he says, “Logan, why don’t you help her get comfortable?”

I feel Logan step up behind me. He wraps his arms around my waist and leans down to kiss my neck. “You’re beautiful, baby,” he whispers as he kisses up my neck. I instantly relax in his hold.

He steps in front of me and lifts my chin to kiss my lips. His tongue slides into my mouth as his hand runs down my body, cupping my breasts through my shirt.

“Take off her shirt,” Max says from somewhere in the room.

Logan does as he’s instructed and slowly peels my shirt off. I look over his shoulder to see that Max has already removed his, so I make quick work of taking off Logan’s shirt.

Logan goes straight back to my mouth as Max walks up behind me. I feel his fingers on my bra seconds before it’s unhooked and falling to the ground.

Max’s hands reach around my body, quickly finding my nipples. He rolls them between his thumb and forefinger, making me moan.