Let's Make It Work

Anna's stomach dropped when Vanna mentioned another date with Alexis. She'd signed up for an open relationship with casual fucks, strangers, something quick and forgettable. Not this. Not the same woman coming back every week like she belonged there. Vanna swore she still loved Anna. That never changed. But something about Alexis pulled at her, something she couldn't name, and Anna could hear it in the way Vanna talked, careful, like the words might break if she pushed too hard. "Just meet her," Vanna said. "You'd get her. I know you would." Anna shrugged and told her to go, already half resigned. When Vanna returned with Alexis at her side, the air shifted. Anna expected competition. Instead she found laughter, the kind that landed low in her chest, and a body that moved like it knew it was being watched. Alexis caught her staring and smiled without apology. The jealousy that had been clawing at Anna's ribs dulled into something hotter. She didn't need more explanations. The three of them were already gravitating toward the bedroom, clothes hitting the floor before the door closed. Fingers and mouths worked fast once the pretense dropped. Anna tasted Alexis on Vanna's tongue and felt Alexis's hand slide between her thighs, insistent. Vanna's moan broke open when Anna pushed two fingers inside her, and Alexis's breath caught when Anna's mouth found her clit. They moved like people who'd been circling the same heat for weeks and finally decided to burn in it. Sweat-slick bodies tangled. Every gasp fed the next. When Anna came it ripped through her harder than jealousy ever had, and she already knew this wouldn't be the last time.