Page 39 of Comin' in Hot
We answer at the same time, from across the room, to a cluster of excited voices and squeals. And I laugh. I actually laugh.
A bubbly girl claps her hands. “This is incredible. I’m so happy for you. Trust me, it’s going to feel overwhelming, but you just need to lean in. When I met Nate and TJ, nobody could’ve convinced me that two was better than one. But it was.”
Another girl with a rock the size of a small country laughs. “I mean…it depends on the one.” She waves. “Technically, I don’t have brother-husbands like my sister and Millie. Crew, my ball and chain, is way too territorial. But I know my way around multiple dicks. And glory be, bitch. It’s a legit time to be had. Word to the wise though: Ibuprofen. You’re not gonna walk for a week.”
My eyes pop open, and Moon laughs. “Don’t scare her, Elle. This is way outside Margot’s comfort zone. I told you she’s basically a virgin.” I scowl, but she blows me a kiss over the phone. “But I’m proud of her because she’s finally saying yes to herself.”
Is this a cult?Because it all seems to make sense to them, but I feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience.
The last woman, who smiles into the camera before she’s handed a cup of coffee from a man off-screen, says, “I bet you’re wondering if your sister’s initiating you into a cult?”
“Yes,” I breathe out, happy someone seems to get it.
“Well, if we are one,” she laughs, “then that makes me the matriarch.”
“The OG, for non-nerds,” Eleanor adds with a chuckle.
“Yep,” Samantha continues. “I was the Lewis and Clark of the gang bang. So whatever questions you have, throw them at me.Because trust me, there’s absolutely no judgment here. I’ve been where you are, and it’s daunting. And overwhelming.”
My shoulders relax for the first time as I smile back at these women.
I cannot believe that in the last forty-eight hours, I’ve gone from being someone who lived inside her comfort zone and felt like it was the only way I could thrive to suddenly owning ass-baring bikinis, embarrassing myself in new and undiscovered ways, while entertaining the idea of bedding three twenty-eight-year-old men.
But like Moon says,“New era, new me.”
So now here I stand, ready to take a big, giant leap into the most unconventional, radical, deliciously slutty pond to ever be swum in.
“First things first,” Samantha says. “Do the boys kiss, or is this a spotlight on your adventure?”
I grin because the memory of Wells, just in my room, jumps to the forefront of my mind.
“What time tonight?” I breathe out, staring back at him, totally confused by my clarity and bravery.
“Nine.”
I swallow. “I don’t know how to do this.”
He’s walking toward me, eyes locked to mine.
“We’ll show you.”
“Are there rules?”
The way he’s looking at me is sending a hot flame through my body, and it’s pooling in all the right places. Even though I’m staring up at him, Wells puts his fingers under my chin to keep my eyes on his.
“There’s only one rule…” His voice is husky as he says it. “Whatever feels good, we do more of it.”
I suck in a deep inhale because he puts my dildo between his lips, taking it slowly into his mouth, like he’s sucking it before he pulls it out with a pop.
“Sometimes I like doing that,” he adds. “Now here, go on and think about me again. Because it’s nice and wet for you.”
I clear my throat, bringing me back from the memory, as I smile back at the expectant faces.
“Yeah,” I giggle. “The boys kiss too.”
chapter nine
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