to laugh. “No,” I said, shaking my head. “Not like
Pretty Woman
, if that’s what you mean. He didn’t rescue me from a rough street life.”
“So what was he talking about?” Garrett wanted to know.
I took a deep breath, then shrugged. No reason not to tell them. “This thing happened right before I moved in with him, and I don’t think he ever got over it.”
“What sort of thing?” Garrett pressed. I was sitting in the middle between the boys, and Garrett’s thigh was tight against mine. I wondered if he thought the incident was the same sort that he and I had shared. I wondered if this was the sort of thing he was never going to get over either.
“I had this threesome with a lady from my work and her roommate.”
Silence filled the truck. “It was no big deal,” I told them. “But to Byron it was—”
“How’d he find out about it?” “Everyone found out,” I said, smiling as I remembered. All the men on staff had treated me differently after that night. But I was smiling because I had never told anyone how much of a liar I’d been. Ava and Charlie had thought that I was an innocent. That I’d never had a guy go down on me, that I was naïve about sucking cock. I had no problem playing pure, letting them feel as if they were corrupting me. I hadn’t been with a woman before. That was the only new part of the equation for me. Brock had taught me everything I needed to know about pleasing aman with my mouth.
We arrived home as the sun was starting to set, and we unpacked the truck as quickly as possible, all of us wanting the whole experience to be over and done with. And when it was, Nathan took me by the hand and brought me back to the truck. Garrett followed behind us. The boys clearly had a plan, but I didn’t know what it was. We drove down the hill to Nate’s favorite bar, a dark dive with a good jukebox.
“Best place to toast a breakup,” Nate announced as we snagged a booth in the back.
Garrett nodded and I looked at him, remembering what he’d said about his former girlfriend, knowing that he’d been demolished, trying to guess what he thought about my situation. Rounds of tequila arrived at our table and the three of us toasted.
“To Byron,” Garrett said.
“To whores,” Nate grinned.
“To my clothes,” I sighed. It felt good to have my stuff back. For the first time in weeks, I didn’t feel like a homeless waif.
“To threesomes,” Nate suggested for the next shot.
“It’s called a gang bang if it’s two guys,” I teased.
“I read that in
Playboy
,” Garrett nodded, “but I don’t agree.”
“I haven’t done the two-guy thing,” Nate admitted. “Only two girls.”
Garrett didn’t say anything. I could tell he’d never had either type of ménage. I also knew, from the way I was being handled in the bar, one boy’s hand on my left thigh, the other on my right, that it was an experience not far off in his future.
We chose Nate’s room.
“What about Lois?”
“She got a commercial. Gone for three days.”
Nervousness fluttered through me. I’d been flirting. I knew the consequences. At least I thought I did.
Nate had those ties on his bed. The hook for cuffs. He also had the intelligence not to rush. He told me to take a shower first to relax. My muscles were sore from carrying all those bags, and I rotated under the hot spray, thinking about Byron making love to my nightgown while I would soon be fucking my two new roommates. The nervousness turned quickly to arousal. I dried off and found that Nate had hung Lois’s Oriental robe out for me. My skin still damp, I slid into it, then opened the door.
Candles lined the hallway. I walked to Nate’s room, so aware of my nakedness under the thin turquoise robe.
Garrett was sitting in the leather chair in the corner, still fully dressed. He had a beer in one hand and a paddle in the other. I shut my eyes for a moment, nerves rushing back. Then I felt Nate behind me, slipping the blindfold
Pretty Woman
, if that’s what you mean. He didn’t rescue me from a rough street life.”
“So what was he talking about?” Garrett wanted to know.
I took a deep breath, then shrugged. No reason not to tell them. “This thing happened right before I moved in with him, and I don’t think he ever got over it.”
“What sort of thing?” Garrett pressed. I was sitting in the middle between the boys, and Garrett’s thigh was tight against mine. I wondered if he thought the incident was the same sort that he and I had shared. I wondered if this was the sort of thing he was never going to get over either.
“I had this threesome with a lady from my work and her roommate.”
Silence filled the truck. “It was no big deal,” I told them. “But to Byron it was—”
“How’d he find out about it?” “Everyone found out,” I said, smiling as I remembered. All the men on staff had treated me differently after that night. But I was smiling because I had never told anyone how much of a liar I’d been. Ava and Charlie had thought that I was an innocent. That I’d never had a guy go down on me, that I was naïve about sucking cock. I had no problem playing pure, letting them feel as if they were corrupting me. I hadn’t been with a woman before. That was the only new part of the equation for me. Brock had taught me everything I needed to know about pleasing aman with my mouth.
We arrived home as the sun was starting to set, and we unpacked the truck as quickly as possible, all of us wanting the whole experience to be over and done with. And when it was, Nathan took me by the hand and brought me back to the truck. Garrett followed behind us. The boys clearly had a plan, but I didn’t know what it was. We drove down the hill to Nate’s favorite bar, a dark dive with a good jukebox.
“Best place to toast a breakup,” Nate announced as we snagged a booth in the back.
Garrett nodded and I looked at him, remembering what he’d said about his former girlfriend, knowing that he’d been demolished, trying to guess what he thought about my situation. Rounds of tequila arrived at our table and the three of us toasted.
“To Byron,” Garrett said.
“To whores,” Nate grinned.
“To my clothes,” I sighed. It felt good to have my stuff back. For the first time in weeks, I didn’t feel like a homeless waif.
“To threesomes,” Nate suggested for the next shot.
“It’s called a gang bang if it’s two guys,” I teased.
“I read that in
Playboy
,” Garrett nodded, “but I don’t agree.”
“I haven’t done the two-guy thing,” Nate admitted. “Only two girls.”
Garrett didn’t say anything. I could tell he’d never had either type of ménage. I also knew, from the way I was being handled in the bar, one boy’s hand on my left thigh, the other on my right, that it was an experience not far off in his future.
We chose Nate’s room.
“What about Lois?”
“She got a commercial. Gone for three days.”
Nervousness fluttered through me. I’d been flirting. I knew the consequences. At least I thought I did.
Nate had those ties on his bed. The hook for cuffs. He also had the intelligence not to rush. He told me to take a shower first to relax. My muscles were sore from carrying all those bags, and I rotated under the hot spray, thinking about Byron making love to my nightgown while I would soon be fucking my two new roommates. The nervousness turned quickly to arousal. I dried off and found that Nate had hung Lois’s Oriental robe out for me. My skin still damp, I slid into it, then opened the door.
Candles lined the hallway. I walked to Nate’s room, so aware of my nakedness under the thin turquoise robe.
Garrett was sitting in the leather chair in the corner, still fully dressed. He had a beer in one hand and a paddle in the other. I shut my eyes for a moment, nerves rushing back. Then I felt Nate behind me, slipping the blindfold
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