The Sextet - Entanglements [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) by Cheryl Brooks, Mellanie Szereto, Bethany Michaels, Elizabeth Raines, Niki Hayes, Morgan Annie

hairy.”
    “What? They don’t like your furry little buns?” Trish’s attempt to lighten the tone of the conversation backfired on her. This time her uterus gave her vagina a yank. A rush of heat followed.
    He shook his head. “Nope, that’s not it.”
    Which could only mean that either his balls or his dick were too hairy. Maybe both. Trish closed her eyes, trying to picture this, but the mere idea of looking at Aidan’s cock—hairy or otherwise—caused a violent contraction of her lower abdominals, forcing out a shaky breath. “I…I see.”
    “No, you don’t,” he said grimly. “I warn them all the time—and they say they’re okay with it—until…”
    Trish nodded. “The moment of truth.”
    “Yeah. They either die laughing or are totally creeped out. It’s gotten to the point that I avoid the whole sex thing entirely.” He raked a hand through his hair. “And it’s driving me crazy.”
    Trish spoke hesitantly. “Is it just the way it looks, or how it…feels?”
    “Both—well, not that anyone has ever done anything but look at it. Though you’d think a condom would help with the feeling part.”
    If he thought a condom should help, that could only mean one thing… Trish swallowed hard. “So…it isn’t just the pubic hair?”
    “No. It’s actually on my penis. The first inch or so from the base is pretty hairy. A condom doesn’t cover it.”
    Which meant that the condom was too short or that his dick was too…long. She wasn’t about to ask him if he was using the right size. Her next question came out as a breathless whisper. “Really?”
    “Really.” A blush crept up his cheeks.
    Trish cleared her throat with difficulty. “Tried waxing?”
    Aidan grimaced. “If you were a guy, would you want to put hot wax on your dick and rip the hair off it?”
    Trish balked at the idea of waxing her eyebrows. “I see your point. What about using a depilatory?”
    “I’m allergic.”
    Trish nodded. A rash on your dick certainly wouldn’t be worth it. By the time the rash went away, the hair would have grown back. “Tweezers?”
    “Tried that, too. One yank was enough for me.”
    “Shaving?”
    His shudder said it all.
    “Yeah, you’re right. Scary. And you’d have to do it every day or the stubble would cause even more problems.” Sighing, she moved over to the next planting spot. “Well, I’m out of suggestions. Guess you just need to find a girl who likes hairy guys.”
    Aidan dug two more holes before he spoke again. “Don’t suppose I could talk you into doing it, could I?”
    Trish’s mouth dropped open. “What? Me? You mean sex, or—?”
    His blush deepened. “The tweezers.”
    Trish had never had any erotic fantasies involving Aidan, but the thought of getting that close to his naked cock sucked all the moisture from her mouth, whether sex was involved or not. “I dunno. If you couldn’t do it to yourself, you’d probably wind up taking a swing at me.”
    Aidan stared at her with wide-eyed incredulity. “I’d never do that!” He grimaced. “But I might have a hard time holding still.”
    “I’ll just bet you would.” Trish let out a short laugh. “You’d need a general anesthetic—or four-point leathers.”
    Aidan chuckled. “Sounds kinky.”
    “Yes, it does.” An ache began nagging at her from between her thighs. If he didn’t knock it off, Trish was going to have to run back to the house for some quality time. Alone.
    “Do you have any?”
    “Any what?”
    He licked his lips nervously. “Leather restraints.”
    Her jaw dropped, and it was a moment or two before she could form a reply. “No, I don’t,” she finally said. “I’ve never been into bondage. Even in the ER we only use them on combative drunks and druggies. It’s not like I’ve got a set stashed in my closet.”
    “We could…improvise.”
    Trish shook her head, doing her best to ignore the way her body was screaming at her. “No. Someone would hear you hollering, and I’d get