The Perfects Read Online Rachel Van Dyken

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary, Forbidden, New Adult, Young Adult Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 79183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
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“Sorry,” we both mumble.

Quinn shoves me.

I shove him back.

MB bursts out laughing. “I’m kidding.”

“Yeah.” I nod. “Um, but really like, we weren’t really aware of what went on in that video when it was happening, so we haven’t really done this.”

“And you think I have?” she asks once we’re in the dark theater room.

“No!” Quinn yells. “It’s just, like, you know… logistics.”

MB turns to us, completely serious. “Logistics, whatever do you mean?”

“Yes, please describe; details would be preferable.” I nearly choke on my words to keep from laughing as Quinn raises his hands, lowers them, then raises them again like he’s getting ready to teach a class.

“Okay, I’m gonna stop you from embarrassing the hell out of yourself,” MB says. “It is what it is. You have a bad memory from something that should have never happened to you.” She turns to me. “That’s my boyfriend over there, who I love, Quinn smiles. “You’re one of my best friends, something I never thought I’d have.”

I nod.

“And,” she continues. “Back in the day, a very wise therapist told me to erase with new things, so that’s what we’re doing, no fighting, no contracts, no goals, no jealousy, no more nights like these, just… us, in this moment, right now. Healing.”

I don’t even realize I’m reaching for her, but Quinn does it at the same time. I’m kissing her mouth, he’s kissing her neck, and with a tangle of hands and mouths, we fall against the couch. Quinn’s pulling his shirt over his head, and I’m working on mine while she’s moaning into my mouth.

I taste her excitement, her fear, and our new memories.

Us.

Quinn kisses down her naked back, and his hands move to her hips.

I nod and keep kissing her while his fingers dip between her thighs, I didn’t expect him to go that far or be willing to, but somehow it’s like I’m outside of my body as he locks eyes with me, almost like he’s saying, love her. I have this along with, let me have just this.

Just. This.

He doesn’t realize I overheard his conversation in the hospital room, about the possible baby, about him taking over when I couldn’t.

About him protecting what he thought was my perfection, so why not give it back in the most primal way possible?

She bucks against his hand.

His eyes close.

And I kiss her again. I hear the sounds of his fingers, every breath of air that she inhales and exhales, and every time I know she’s close to the brink of losing it.

Her moans and gasps are like a breath of prayer on my lips. Our tongues tangle while Quinn gives her pleasure, only to suddenly pull back. I know he’s turned on, fuck I’m turned on, and I would have never even known this was a future scenario; I’m so hard I want to strip every inch of clothing I have on my body and take her as hard as I can.

Her eyes open; she looks between us and smiles. “Guess it was always us three, just like everyone said…”

“Shit.” Quinn rubs his palm down the front of his slacks. “Yeah, it was us.”

“Us,” I repeat and reach for her. MB grabs me and kisses my mouth, then his, then mine again until we’re both pressed against her, rubbing our hands everywhere, from her hair to her face.

“This must be what it’s like to be worshipped,” Quinn whispers against her neck.

MB reaches for the front of his pants and presses her palm down. “Yes.”

He groans, then jolts back, horror on his face.

I’m still trying to figure out why he’s freaking out, even though this is definitely not something we do when he turns around and gives us his back.

“Too hot to handle, Quinn?” she asks.

“Consider…” He clears his throat. “…my memory fully restored with this one as I embarrassingly tap out and make my way to the bathroom, where I will one hundred percent cry in the corner while you guys do your thing.”

I laugh; I can’t help it. “Bro, how long has it been?”

“Clearly too long.” He grumbles and then groans and looks away. “PS gonna have a serious talk with my cock right now.”

“That’s weird,” I say.

“So is kissing your best friend’s girlfriend, but here we are.” He looks over his shoulder. “Best tongue I’ve tasted in—“

“—Go.” I point toward the door.

Quinn laughs and winks at me. “Let’s be honest. It would have never worked out between the three of us. First of all, my dick is so big you’d—“

“—GO!” I yell.

MB bursts out laughing. “Come back when you can, Quinn. We can watch more pirates.”

“Come,” he repeats. “Now, why is that familiar?”

I throw a pillow.

And then MB is on top of me as the door shuts, she’s all over me, actually, and I realize that while he gave her pleasure, he’s the only one who reached it.


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