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Instead of one drink, we’ve had two.
But at least all of my sex questions got asked and answered, from STD checks and condoms to the length of service—one naughty week, and then I never see them again—and everything in between.
It kind of feels like negotiating the terms and conditions on a coupon: Fuck two dicks, suck one free.
Which explains why now, despite the alcohol, we’re back knee-deep in the same awkward silence from before.
Or maybe it’s just me, since I can’t stop thinking of all the naughtier questions I have.
I glance up, fiddling with my trench, before I grin at Wells, who’s sitting on the couch to my left, before I switch to Brooks, who’s on my right.
A quiet chuckle falls from my lips before I reach for my beer, taking a sip, definitely avoiding eye contact with Brody where he’s sitting opposite me.
“So,” I breathe out with zero plan for what to say next. But I need to say something, or I’ll die.God, this is awful.
My lips roll over each other like I’m spreading lip gloss. Because I swear to god I almost just said, “The weather’s really great here.” But thankfully, I stopped myself.
The weather, really?Becauseeveryone knows there’s nothing sexier than a cold front.
Why is this so hard? Shouldn’ttheyjust be hard? I hear how stupid that sounds as I weave my fingers between each other.
God, I’m too tense.
Okay, maybe I thought that when I showed up, we’d all just strip and start boning. Kind of like in my dream. Which is insane because I also knew we had to be adults and talk about grown-up things like STD checks.
But I don’t see how this turns sexy anytime soon.
Fuck.Adulting is a mood killer. I bet they’re regretting asking me here.
Brooks stretches his arm behind me on the couch as Wells and Brody both take swigs of their beer. I’m still in my head, having a full-on conversation with myself.
Maybe I should just stand up and take off my coat? Be seductive. Or say something badass, like “come and get it.” That’s not badass. That’s what people say when they’re serving chili. Chili isn’t sexy.I chew the side of my cheek.Maybe I should ask them about themselves? No, that looks clingy, and we’re just fuck buddies.
But buddies still talk…
My forehead wrinkles as I consider that idea.
What do I even ask them? Maybe where they went to college?A grin slowly grows on my face.Maybe I should ask to see their dicks, for educational purposes.
When I look up, they’re all staring at me. And I know they’ve been watching me think.Shit.
“I’ve always been very expressive,” I say as an apology before biting my lip for the millionth time.
Silence stays between us, and I’m on the verge of saying something to surely embarrass myself just to fill the void when Brody’s deep baritone does that for me.
“Margot,” Brody says with all that gravel. I lift my face, our eyes locking. He smirks before continuing. “Expressive doesn’t cut it. I’d give you all my pennies for those thoughts.”
I adjust my collar, feeling hot, before I tear my eyes away from his, but Brooks doesn’t let me get far because he reaches up and guides my face to his.
“I think we’d all like to know what you were thinking, Stunner.”
Wells uncurls my hands from around my knees, so I turn my face to his and watch him press our palms together like he’s measuring how small my hand is against his.
“Were you thinking about your first question? Because we never answered it.”
It takes less than a second for me to remember—“Can I watch one of you give a blow job so I can learn how? Or is that rude?”
“Kind of,” I answer quietly, feeling like it’s honest since I was thinking about sex in general. I’m also not admitting that I was thinking about fucking chili or asking to see their dicks.
