Chapter 8
After I talked to the guys for a while that night, Lucas walked me to my room.
He’d only stayed for a few minutes to kiss me against the door before backing away and leaving.
It left me wondering what the hell I was doing.
I went to bed debating the pros and cons of sleeping with three different men at the same time.
I wasn’t quite sure what my life had become, or how sex with three men at the same time even worked.
I wasn’t a sexually educated woman. I could be, though.
Stripping and crawling into bed, I looked up erotic novels and then filtered the results to show reverse harems. After sorting out the ones with multiple women for one man, I finally found one about three men and one woman.
I downloaded it after turning off the feature that linked my current novels to a social platform where friends could see what I was reading and started it.
I was scandalized by the tenth page. There would be multiple holes in play, all of them mine.
That scared the hell out of me. I wasn’t good at blowjobs, according to my previous boyfriends, and I didn’t even like giving them.
I’d never had anyone touch my ass in the way the book described, and I’d definitely never done more than one of the other two things at the same time.
I was an amateur, and the guys were looking for a woman who could give head while being impaled by two different penises. I wasn’t sure I was that woman.
Thinking of them, though, I knew I wanted to be. My body was all in, at least, even if my brain wasn’t. I’d never felt as sexy and as wanted as I did around them. Not to mention how turned on I was. Even just thinking about them had all the blood rushing to my core.
Despite the devil on my shoulder telling me to go down to Lucas’s room, I forced myself to close my eyes and go to sleep. I couldn’t make a decision in the state I was in, so I just had to go to sleep and stop freaking out about it for a while.
It didn’t really work. I tossed and turned for hours until I finally fell asleep and then slept until noon. I only woke up because of a knocking at my door. Pulling on a robe, I went to the door and opened it while still yawning.
“Room service, Ms. Mayfield.” A bright-eyed man smiled at me and gestured to the tray between us.
I was too groggy to argue, so I just stepped aside and watched as he pushed the tray into the room and then left me standing in the open doorway after a smile and a wave goodbye.
I raised my hand way too late for him to see me but shrugged it off.
I shook my head to clear some of the fog before shutting the door and going to the cart.
The wonderful smell of freshly baked bread filled the room, and I yanked the elegant lids off the plates.
Bread, meats, cheeses, and a variety of spreads filled one platter, while fruit and vegetables filled another.
There was a tray of danishes, a bowl of butter, and a large decanter of tea.
Everything smelled so good and looked even better.
I couldn’t help myself. Throwing my diet out the window, I sank onto the edge of my bed and started gobbling down food.
I’d been dieting for too long, and the smell of pastries had broken me.
I ate a danish and then a sandwich that tasted like heaven.
I didn’t want to leave the fruit out, plus there was a delicious cream dip for it, so I devoured about a pound and a half of fruit before drinking a glass of sweet tea and falling back on the bed.
I fell asleep again for a little while, and when I woke up, I picked at the food more and finally found the note under the tray. I grinned as I read the note from Andrew, telling me to stop skipping meals. He was so bossy. I didn’t know why I liked it so much.
On the back of the note was a number. Too tempted to leave it alone, I grabbed my phone and dialed it.
“I was hoping I’d hear from you.” Andrew’s deep voice was warmer than normal, like he really was glad I’d called.
“Thank you for lunch. It was delicious.” I picked up another strawberry and shoved it into my mouth.
“How are you feeling, Cupcake?”
I thought about it for a moment and sighed.
“Confused. I thought if I understood the act of...sex...between four people, it would ease my worries, but that just made me worry more. I’m not some sex goddess.
Plus, that doesn’t do anything for my brain.
I’m so worried that I’m going to ruin my friendship with Macy if I do this. ”
He groaned. “Jesus, Cupcake. I didn’t realize that question would be so loaded. Are you telling me you looked up harems last night?”
I crawled up the bed and settled into my pillows. “I might’ve read a book.”
“Did you like it?”
I sighed. “I liked parts of it.”
The sound of a door shutting came from his end. “Which parts?”
I was losing my mind because nothing about describing sex acts to Andrew seemed crazy in that moment. “I liked the parts that made me think of you and Lucas and Warren. It was easy to imagine you there.”
Swearing, Andrew blew out a loud breath. “What part scared you?”
I hesitated. “I’m not good at blowjobs. It seems like that would be an important part.”
“I guarantee you, baby, if you bring your mouth anywhere near our cocks, we’re going to die happy.”
I grinned and stretched my legs out. “You’re a flatterer.”
“Tell me, Cupcake, if our sister wasn’t part of this equation, would you do this?”
“Yes.” My answer was embarrassingly fast. It was true, though. Without Macy factoring into it, I would’ve been willing to jump headfirst into a relationship withal of them. They made me feel too good to deny it.
“And killing my sister is a bad idea...”
I laughed and then blew out a sigh. “I just...I’ve never done anything like this. I’m afraid of what it means. Crossing that line, I mean. I’ll never go back to being the girl who’s never had some kind of harem with three brothers.”
“No, you won’t.”
“Have you done this before?”
Andrew was quiet for so long that I wondered for a moment if he’d hung up on me. When he did speak, his voice was hesitant. “Yes. A few times.”
My heart sank for some reason and I nodded. “Oh.”
“This isn’t a conversation I want to have over the phone, Cupcake.”
Somber, jealous, and a little frustrated, I sat up and checked the time. I didn’t have anywhere to be for hours, but I needed to escape Andrew and the thoughts of them doing everything with other women. I wasn’t special. “I should get ready.”
“Cupcake...”
“I’m sure I’ll see you tonight.” I hung up before he could say anything else and winced when he called right back. I turned my phone off and pushed the cart into the hallway outside my door before retreating to my shower.
It was stupid, but I’d thought it was a first for each of us. I know it didn’t really matter in the big scheme of things, but it made me feel like I wasn’t special. I was being a brat, but I couldn’t help it. No wonder they were so damn good at it.
Taking a long shower, I ignored the knocking on my door until it went away. Then, I made a big deal out of doing my hair and makeup. The bratty side of me wanted to show the guys that I was special, even if I wasn’t special to them.
The activity that night was a cooking class before dinner and I knew dressing up was silly, but it didn’t stop me from wearing skintight jeans and a lowcut top that exposed a lot of cleavage.
I pulled on boots and sat around, attempting to read a book for another couple of hours before it was time to head down to the kitchen.
I bumped into Maggie, the clingy cousin, on the way down and made small talk with her.
A senior in high school, she looked up to Macy in every way.
Macy was the epitome of cool. She was even having the giant Cinderella wedding of Maggie’s dreams. I heard all about it by the time we got to the kitchen.
Inside, I instantly felt myself slip into a comfort zone.
Being in a kitchen made me happy. It was my safe space.
When nothing else in life made sense, things in the kitchen did.
Recipes for baking were specific. Things weighed out and measured to the same precise amounts time after time.
It was relaxing to know that some things never changed.
The kitchen was something I dreamed of baking in.
Massive enough to have two rows of individual cooking stations, it was a gleaming stainless-steel heaven.
And it was promptly interrupted by the sight of the guys standing together, talking.
My brain instantly brought forward a fantasy of the guys naked on all the stainless steel.
Andrew spotted me first, and the look on his face was worth all the effort I’d put into getting ready. He strolled towards me, the picture of relaxation with his hands in his pockets, but I could read his eyes somehow. He was a coiled snake, ready to strike.
“Cupcake, you look great.”
I studied my boots and forced a smile. “Thanks.”
“We’re going to have to work on your attitude, Cupcake.” He smiled when I jerked my face up to glare at him. “I thought that’d get your attention.”
I crossed my arms under my chest and was rewarded with his eyes going down to my cleavage. “My attitude is fine.”
“That’s the sass I remember. I was wondering if you’d calmed down completely in the last decade.” Andrew caressed my arm as he stepped closer to me and lowered his voice. “I would’ve been thoroughly disappointed if I never had a reason to spank this sweet ass.”