First Love: A Superbundle Boxed Set of Seven New Adult Romances by Julia Kent Page B

woman gets three men interested in her at the same time? The thought made me blush with rage. And arousal.
    Anger drained out as my eyes remained riveted on the two of them and I let myself explore that idea—just for a moment—because, why not? Ideas aren’t inherently bad. There’s nothing wrong with letting yourself imagine something new that you could do, even if you never, in a million years, thought that you’d actually act on it.
    What would it be like to have Liam, and Joe, and Sam, all at once, touching me? Hands on my lips, other hands on my breasts, and other hands going lower, finding a very eager red nub. Six hands.
    And one me .
    Sam
    Joe’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He reached in, took a look, and said, “Oh, shit. I have to go—it’s my mom.”
    “Dance, monkey boy, dance.”
    “Shut. Up.” He looked me square in the eye and shook his head slowly. “Sam, you know for years I really felt sorry for you.”
    I pulled my head back. “What?”
    “You and all the shit that went down with your dad our senior year.”
    A cold flush poured over me and I frowned. “Yeah, so?” Where was this coming from? I didn’t need pity.
    “It’s just with this,” he held up the phone, “and my mom practically pulling on the diaper strings, sometimes I wish I had the guts that you have, man.”
    “Guts?” I asked. Guts? It didn’t take guts to tell my dad off and walk away and figure all this out on my own , I thought. I didn’t really have a choice. It was that, or watch my soul die. Joe was looking at me like he expected me to say something.
    “Joe, at least you have a mom who gives a shit.”
    “Your mom gives a shit.”
    “I know. She’s just...she’s just too weak to leave him.” Guys don’t talk like this, so there was something really awkward and weird about the fact that Joe was having this after school special moment with me.
    “I’m too much of a pussy, aren’t I?” he said. Back to Guy Talk. “You’re a total pussy, Ross.”
    “Hey, I owned up to it. You don’t need to dig it in.” He rolled his tongue inside his cheek and punched me in the shoulder.
    “You weren’t a pussy, though, to go out to Ohio and rescue Trevor.”
    “I didn’t rescue Trevor—Darla rescued us both.”
    “And now you’re leaving her?”
    He blew out a looooong puff of air. “I’m leaving everything, aren’t I?” he said, starting to walk slowly toward the apartment.
    “Yeah, you are. But that takes guts.”
    He laughed. “It doesn’t take guts to pick the seventh best law school in the country over BC. In fact, it’s kind of the easy way out.”
    “What do you mean ‘the easy way’?”
    “It’s programmed in me, man. This is what I have to do. Climb, climb, climb. Scrape, scrape, scrape. Get to the top. Ditch Trevor and Darla.” His voice took on a hard tone.
    “You’re not ditching them, though. You’re moving seven hours away.” He started to walk a little faster, his head down. I found myself following, even though I was heading the other way. “You’re not really breaking up with them, are you?”
    “Breaking up?” He came to a dead halt, his voice cracking. “Breaking up? You make it sound like we’re in some kind of a....”
    “You are in some kind of a...” I stumbled. “What the hell do you call that thing that the three of you are doing?”
    He leered at me. “Really incredible sex.”
    “OK, you can call it that.”
    “No,” he stopped and put a hand on my shoulder, and dipped his head down, his eyes boring into mine. “It’s really incredible sex.”
    “Yeah, I know, Joe. I hear it. I’m on the couch, remember? And, by the way, you guys are out of whipped cream.”
    “We’re out of condoms, too,” he said, absentmindedly, starting to walk at a faster pace toward the apartment.
    “You’re going to give all this up for Penn,” I said dryly.
    “I’m going give all this up for Penn,” he confirmed. “But I’m not breaking up with them. Ah, geez,”