Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22815 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22815 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Sydney sighs wistfully. “I wish I could be more like you, Kace because you’re incredible. But sadly, I think I’m a one-man kind of girl even if it comes with limitations.”
I merely giggle.
“Hey, to each their own, but don’t you feel like exploring sometimes? Just a tiny bit? Like feeling a couple dicks inside instead of just one?”
Sydney giggles then.
“Stop, you’re so dirty.”
I shake my head.
“No, I’m not! It’s amazing and I appreciate a partner who supports my desire to share my body with others. Especially since as a cocktail waitress, you know I hook up with guys all the time from the hotel. Honestly, I think Sean liked hearing about my escapades, to tell the truth.”
“You naughty girl!” Sydney gasps, shaking her head with wonder. “He wasn’t offended?”
I shake my head.
“Not at all. In fact, I think he even got off on it.”
Sydney is amazed, taking another sip of her drink.
“Holy cow, it just seems like regular relationships have gone out the window these days. Like pretty much everyone I know is in an open relationship now, and I’m the only one looking for my one and only.”
I squeeze her shoulder. “Yeah see? But no worries, non-monogamy isn’t for everyone, and you’ll find your place girl. But I assure you, sampling different dicks is like chicken soup for a woman’s soul.”
With that, we both devolve into giggles only to be interrupted by a small disturbance in the crowd.
“Did someone just arrive?” Sydney asks, craning her neck to see. “I feel a vibe.”
I glance at the clock on the wall.
“Well, it’s not Sean because he would be half an hour early, so it’s too soon.” But then my heart starts racing because Brent Sting and Hunter Firestone, two of Sean’s co-workers at the Corinthian Hotel, have just stepped into the apartment, and they’re gorgeous. Both men have black hair, blue eyes, and the toned, muscular builds of Olympic athletes. In fact, I think Brent and Hunter may actually be aspiring pro athletes, although I’ve never spoken with them about it at length. Goodness. The sight of these two men makes my pussy tingle and my insides go hot.
But I’m not the only one because Brent and Hunter seem to be having a seismic effect on all the women in the room. As they stand there, dark and tall, they’re surrounded by a cluster of girls, all jostling to get closer to the men. It’s embarrassing to witness actually, and I turn away, seeing where else I might be needed.
But to my surprise, within a few minutes I find myself in a corner with my two startlingly handsome guests.
“Hey,” I say in what I hope comes off as a light tone. “Thanks for coming. It’s good to see you, Hunter, Brent.”
“Sure,” Hunter growls, those blue eyes glinting in the light. “Thanks for having us, Kaci. Is Sean on his way?”
I nod.
“Yeah, he’ll be here soon,” I smile shyly before remembering myself and cocking a hip to the side. I know I look good in my mini-dress because the pink material is clingy, showing off my big bust, narrow waist, and generous behind. Not only that, but I decided not to wear a bra, so my nipples are very visible beneath the thin fabric, poking through like hard candy.
Sure enough, Brent’s staring at my décolletage before he jerks his gaze up to look directly in my eyes.
“You look good, Kaci,” he says in a low growl.
“Thanks,” I say, flipping my brown curls over one shoulder with a careless toss of my head. Both men are absolutely mesmerized by the gesture, and their gazes go hot. Meanwhile, I try to act totally cool and casual.
“Well, I’m glad you two could make it. Sorry if most of the snacks are gone already because I swear, this crowd is like a flock of locusts! More food will be coming though because I ordered pizza.”
But then men are undeterred, continuing to stare at my voluptuous form.
“I don’t need food,” Brent growls, his eyes tracing the curvature of my tits. They seem to grow heavier and even more swollen under his gaze, the tips pebbling even more until they’re like bullets.
“Absolutely not,” Hunter agrees in a rasp, his blue gaze noting how my pupils have dilated, and how my breasts heave. “In fact, baby, there’s only one thing I want to taste right now, and I think as the hostess, you’re the one who should provide. Don’t you agree, Brent?”
“I do,” his friend says instantly, his tone smooth. “So what do you say, Kaci? Are you ready to go?”
My pussy squeezes as I look between the two men because are they really insinuating that? Right here, right now, as we wait for the man of the hour to arrive? But sure enough, the answering gleam in their blue eyes tells me what I need to know, and the truth is that I want it too. After all, I wouldn’t be Kaci Stott if I didn’t indulge in the naughtier side of life, and now, it seems I’ve found the perfect partners, plural.