Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Daphne hated that she was even considering it. Being a virgin at this age hadn’t exactly been a life mission or some special desire. She’d been a virgin because work got in the way. Men were just … complicated and messy. Besides, how did Bethany know what she searched for? Yes, all kinds of sex intrigued her and anal sex was up there as one of the many positions and acts she wanted to try. What would it be like with Eric, Dean, and Micah? Would they be into that? Just the thought of one of them preparing to fuck her ass nearly had her melting in a puddle of need.
“You’re thinking it through,” Bethany said, laughing.
“No, I’m not.” She was thinking about finally letting go and giving in to her needs. That and the fantasies she’d played with over the years.
“Lie to yourself all you want. Do it, babe. Enjoy it, and I’ll tell you what, get them to use ice cream. Have them lick it off those big tits of yours,” Bethany said.
“You’re so bad.”
“I’ve got the best ideas. I can’t wait to see your face the next time we talk.” The sound of a doorbell made Bethany giggle. “That’s for me. I got a brand-new toy to fill my time, if you know what I mean.”
She wrinkled her nose and quickly turned off the video cam. Closing her phone, she sat back on her feet and thought about what her friend had suggested.
Not happening.
There was no way in hell she was going to use those three men. They were horrible human beings. Even if they were trying to prove otherwise, she wouldn’t fall. She refused to fall.
“You know, I don’t mind being used.”
She cried out as she turned to see Micah standing a couple of feet away from her.
“What the hell?” She put a hand to her chest, trying to calm her nerves. “You were listening?”
“It was kind of hard not to. Who was your friend?” Micah had a giant smile on his face.
“Bethany. We hung out a lot in high school. You should remember her.”
“Holy shit, that Bethany? The girl with the braces and the glasses and all of that?”
Daphne got to her feet, brushing off some strands of grass as he approached. “Yes, the very one. I’m sure she’d love the memory you have of her.”
“What can I say, I’m a hottie, and she’ll forgive me.”
She shook her head, gathering up her tools.
“So, my little virgin, are you going to give us a test drive?”
She dropped her tools and turned toward him. “Don’t.”
“What? It’s not like Eric said anything.”
Daphne glared at him. “What game are you trying to play? What’s your angle? Why are you even here?”
“That’s three questions. Which one do you want me to answer?” he asked.
“All of them.”
He held his hand up. “No game. No angle. You.”
She put her hands to her hips and took a deep breath. “I need to go.”
“You can keep running, but we’re not going anywhere. For as long as this lockdown is going on, you’re stuck with us.”
“Yeah, I’m stuck with you, and believe me, this isn’t where I want to be.” She grabbed her tools. “Just leave me alone.”
“I’d make your first time so good,” he said.
This made her stop.
“I wouldn’t rush you, and I’d make sure you only had good memories.”
She looked at his face, expecting to see something that would give him away and at least show her an inkling of what he was up to. Nothing.
Daphne didn’t get it.
Why had they come into her life now? And why did they care about what they did twelve years ago?
Chapter Four
Six months ago
“Fuck me, I cannot remember a time when winning felt this good,” Micah said.
Eric smiled at his friend, taking another large gulp of the whiskey he’d been enjoying. Like everything in their life, it was the finest money could buy. They only had the best and after winning a multi-million-dollar contract, they were in the fucking zone, and in need of celebrating.
“You know, I can’t think of a better way to celebrate turning thirty than being with you guys and having a shit ton of money in our bank accounts.”
“We’ve still got to do the work,” Dean said.
“Oh, please, that’s the easy part. You’re lost in your thoughts there, Eric. Care to share them?”
“Not really. They’re kind of pointless.” He shrugged. “Can you believe we’re here now?”
“I didn’t see us being anywhere else,” Dean said.
Micah and Eric snorted.
“I don’t. We’re a team. We’ve always been a team, and our friendship will live on forever.”
Eric raised his glass in agreement, as did Micah. They were all winners today.
Staring into the dark amber liquid, the color reminded him a little of a girl he remembered.
“Do you guys … ever think about the time when we were in high school?” he asked.