She knew what I meant. Is this okay? Felix and I, both touching her. I knew what I wanted, and couldn’t care less about Felix. But I wanted to know what she thought. Was it pushing things? Did she like him more than she liked me?

Savannah turned away for a moment, looking back at Felix. I was certain she wanted this. Wanted us. Both of us. Her skin was hot and flushed under my touch, and her breathing was still heavy. But she needed to know what Felix thought first. Whatever she saw there must have been enough for her. Understanding, maybe. Or acceptance. Maybe even resignation. She looked back at me, desire and apprehension mixing in her eyes.

“Yes, please,” she whispered.

Fuck, she was pretty when she was so polite. I gripped the back of her neck and pulled her face to mine for a kiss. I was already hard, my cock straining against my jeans, and I wanted nothing more than to sink into Savannah–wherever she’d let me. I opened my eyes, Felix glaring at me over Savannah’s head, but I gave zero shits. We could put up with each other for a few moments, couldn’t we? For this?

I deepened the kiss, sliding my tongue along Savannah’s full lips. Felix still sat there, doing nothing except tightening his grip on her hips.

Come on, man. You know how to share a girl. Do something. And then it hit me. Felix probably didn’t know how to share a girl. Not only had it been over a hundred years since he had seen a woman, was sharing really a thing in 1907? Menages? Had the poor dude ever even had a blowjob? My eyes widened, horrified, and I tightened my grip in Savannah’s hair to distract her from my shock.

Okay. Guess I was steering this ship. I didn’t know how Felix would react, but he had a choice between joining in or getting the fuck out at this point. I knew what I’d choose. I led Savannah’s hand down to Felix’s cock, his hard-on easily evident in his thin pants.

I pulled away from her lips for a moment, long enough to brush hair away from her ear and whisper, “Can you handle two, sweet girl?”