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“What?”
She takes my hands in hers and stares me directly in my eyes.
“Margot.Theylike you.Theywant you.”
“But I—”
She cuts me off. “Theyis the operative word. You don’t have to choose because Brody, Brooks, and Wells are a team sport, baby. It’s three for the price of one orgasm.”
There are no words and no breath in my body. Not even a thought exists other thanholy fucking shit.
She was serious last night.
Three. A team sport.
I’m frozen in place, unable to define how I’m feeling. Just staring at Moonbeam as I wonder what words are and how they can make my brain malfunction like this.
“Are you okay?” she urges. “Say something.”
“I’m wondering if someone can be fucked to death? What do they put on a death certificate? Jizzafication? You told them I was interested in joining the team? You better be fucking kidding. How…oh my god. Why?”
Moon laughs. “How is the easy part.”
“Doubtful,” I grind out, still spiraling.
They want to fuck me. At the same time. And she told them I was in.
My dream comes to mind, but I dismiss it with a wave of my hand.
But my sister locks eyes with me. “FYI, Margot, you still haven’t said no…”
Shut upis all I think as I stare back. “I am very aware that I haven’t said no, but I’m also well outside my comfort zone. And obviously, it’s a no… I mean, yeah, because how… That’s not something I would ever do.”
I couldn’t. I shouldn’t.
“And sometimes what the body wants, the mind should reject. Because three? At the same time?”
That damn dream flits in again, warming my cheeks.
I can’t.
“You said you wanted to do it all as long as it’s nothing you’ve done before. Be careful what you secretly wish for,” Moon chuckles. “Because dreams really do come true.”
I’m twenty minutes into Moon’s half-hour yoga class but still existing back in the hall when she told me three guys want to fuck me…at the same time.
Now that the shock’s worn off, it’s still almost too unbelievable. Not the part where they’d want to fuck me. I’m very fuckable. But three men with distinct sexual tastes sawmeand said, “Give us that one.”
Technically, I suppose I was offered up by my Rated X for e(x)ceptionally annoying sister, but still, they all want me.
Despite that fact, I have zero plans to accept any and all offers for a party line of sex. And yet, I can’t stop thinking about the logistics and what she repeated back to me.
I did say I wanted to exist outside my comfort zone. I did.
But this feels like a different universe.
It’s not like I live under a rock. I know in the sixties, orgies were all the rage, but this feels way too cool for current times.
Nobody’s this free. Especially not a bunch of Gen Zers.
