Too Hard To Choose

Chapter Six- She wants me more.

Arlo

The night has been going well; everyone seems to be having fun. Violet is more relaxed now. She seems more confident and has gotten her flirt on. When I say she has been flirting, I mean with all three of us. I don’t know if it was on purpose or if she is overly friendly when drunk, but either way, none of us have any complaints. No, I don’t mind sharing, but the dominant part in me has the need to have her first. And I have noticed tonight that even though her attention has been on all of us, her primary focus has been on me, and I can work with that.

If she wants me, she can come take me. All she needs to do is ask or motion me to follow her. I will happily go. I am not hard to get if I am interested in someone. Violet is sitting across from me on the sofa between Parker and Tyson. Alison is sitting on my lap. It wasn’t anything unusual; we were close. We have been since we met. Well, she didn’t like me in the first ten minutes of meeting me because I was trying to hit on her, but she soon put me in my place, and we have been best friends since. I don’t tend to have many female friends because it usually ends up with me and them in bed together, which can complicate certain friendships. I like s*x too much to have too many female friends. Alison is different since she doesn’t like men, so there are no issues with us.

“You jealous?” Alison snickers as she catches me staring over at them.

“Nah. You know me. I don’t get jealous. I have no reason to; she wants me more than she wants them.” I whisper and smirk.

“And what makes you think that? Are you sure it isn’t all in your head?”

“Trust me, I know. All she needs to do is ask.” I shrug.

“She won’t, though. Yes, she seems confident and flirty, but she won’t make the first move. You will need to be the one to do it as long as you make sure it is what she wants.” she replies, her voice firmer at the last part.

“You think? She won’t come to me?”

Alison shakes her head, “No. She doesn’t exactly have lots of experience since she was with that asshole for like five years. I think before him, she had only been with maybe one other guy. She is confident in many ways, but not so much when it comes to men.”

I get it; she must have been, what, nineteen or around that age when she got with her ex.

“Hmm, then I will be the one to make the first move. If she ever leaves the sofa. I have no chance getting near her against those two.” I chuckle.

We are competitive guys in all aspects. All in the name of fun.

“Good luck with that one, bro.” Alison snickers and pats my arm.

“I will get my chance, eventually.” I laugh.

Violet must have sensed me looking at her because she focused her attention on me. I smirk and wink at her. She giggles and winks back before her eyes break away from mine.

“I think you are right. You may be her favourite for now, but it could easily change. We all know how charming and sweet Tyson can be.”

“I can be sweet and charming. And cute. My duality is amazing.” I reply confidently.

Alison rolls her eyes and shakes her head, “You are all so damn arrogant; it should be a crime.”

“We are not! We prefer to call it confidence.” I protest.

She gave me another eye roll before she removed herself from my lap.

“Anyone need a drink?” she asks.

Everyone did. Violet stands and follows Alison through to the kitchen to give her a hand. I think for a moment and decide to go through it, too. At least the other two guys won’t be there.

“Aren’t you on top form with flirting tonight,” I hear Alison laugh.

“I don’t know what has come over me.”

“I do. You want to get laid by all three.”

I can’t see Alison’s face, but I knew she would be smirking. I stop outside of the kitchen to listen to the rest of their conversation.

Violet giggles, “Stop! I can’t do that! We have been through this.”

“Yes, you can. No one is stopping you. Hey, if I were straight, I would be jumping right in there.”

“I really don’t think I can, even with all the dirty thoughts running around in my head.” Violet sighs.

“You can always start with Arlo. I am sure he wouldn’t have any complaints. He is convinced he is your favourite anyway.”

“My favourite? I only met them today. I have not known them long enough to have a favourite.” Violet laughs.

I think it is my cue to go in. I walked into the kitchen, pretending like I wasn’t just listening to their conversation.

Alison raises her brow at me, “What are you doing in here?”

“To see if you ladies need a hand.”

“Bullshit! You know we can manage them between the two of us.”

Alison seems happy calling me out.

“Fine, I did not come here to give you a hand.”

There is no point in lying.

“Then why are you here?” Violet questions.

Alison looks between us and laughs, “How do you think he is here?”

Alison grabs her drink and the other guys before she disappears out of the kitchen. Violet looks up at me and smiles. I motion her to me, but she shakes her head. Oh, so she wants to play that game. Okay, then. I stroll over to her confidently and take my place in front of her.

“Yes?” she asks.

“Are you purposely keeping your distance from me, kitten?”

“I am not keeping my distance.”

I close the space between us, and she steps back, her back against the counter, “Yes, you are. You are too busy flirting with my friends.”

“Are you jealous? Would you prefer I flirt with you?”

“I would. And I believe you would prefer it that way too.”

Violet starts to ramble, and I know there is only one thing for it. I press my lips to hers, silencing her. She doesn’t kiss back, not straight away, but after a couple of seconds, she slips her arms around my neck and kisses me back. I groan and lift her up on the counter, standing between her legs and making sure not to break from the kiss.

Violet moans into my lips and hooks her legs around me, making sure to keep me close to her. Her fingers entangle in my hair as the kiss becomes more heated. f**k, her lips feel good. I run my hands up her thighs, and she shudders under my touch. My c**k is stirring to life in my boxers, and she will probably feel it soon, but I don’t care.

God, I would love to f**k her right here and now. But after a moment, I pull back. I think it is time I do a little teasing of my own.

“What the hell?” she whines.

I smirk, lick my lips and turn, walking out of the kitchen without another word. I hear her groan in frustration behind me. I am curious if she will come to me now. I made the first move; perhaps it would make her ready to make the second.