13. Thirteen
Thirteen
Betsy
What is he doing home so soon?
Rocky scrambles to adjust my dress and untie my hands but his cock keeps finding more cum to shoot at me.
I think Bull is too stunned to come any closer. Or maybe he doesn’t want to get hit with one of these aftershocks.
Rocky wads his underwear over his tip and turns to Bull, a protective edge in his voice. “Why can’t you admit it, Bull? You want her as much as I do. Let her feel all the love we have for her.”
Bull scoffs, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Love? Is that what you call shooting your cum all over the place?” He motions to the couch. “You’ll have to pay to have that cleaned. And you might want to clean your mouth while you’re at it. What the hell were you doing calling her a dirty little slut?”
He storms over.
I can’t believe how much I enjoy hearing Bull say it, even if out of context. I might need to check my desires. But for now, I have to keep Bull from throttling Rocky. “Stop! I asked for it. Rocky was doing what you were supposed to do the night of the auction… make sure I have a good introduction to sex.”
Silence hangs heavy. Bull runs a hand through his hair, his guard dropping slightly. “Betsy, you don’t understand what you’re asking of us.”
I look at him, then at Rocky. “Is it so horrible that I want to have sex with a guy? And that he finish inside of me?”
Bull’s eyes widen and he nearly shrieks. “A guy?”
Taking my emotions down a notch, I say, “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Then explain the auction. You couldn’t control who won you.”
The weight of Bull and Rocky’s gazes press down on me. I feel like a specimen under a microscope, every flaw and insecurity magnified. They must think I’m desperate, settling for any guy who’d have me.
I consider explaining the protections put in place for the auction, but they already know all that.
I hug myself, trying to find the words to make them, mostly Bull, understand.
I’m pretty sure Rocky and I are past this, but the insecurities I just worked through with him bubble to the surface with my stepdad. “I want to be like all the other women who enjoy sex. I want to explore that side of life. And I was excited you bid on me, but not if it was for the wrong reasons.”
Bull’s brows furrow. “Wrong reasons? What do you mean?”
I hesitate, my gaze flicking between them. I shake my head at Rocky. This is for Bull to answer. “If you didn’t think anyone else would bid on me.”
Bull looks at Rocky instead of answering. Silence is an incredible amplifier for insecurity.
I take a deep breath, trying to steady my voice. “I’ve been caught up in Jasmine’s hype using the auction to gain confidence that I’m attractive so I can be a better bikini barista…”
Bull grabs my arm. “What was the second thing you said?”
I stare at my feet. “Bikini barista. The coffee franchise Jasmine is starting.”
Rocky asks, “Bikini barista? What the hell is that?”
Bull’s grip on my arm tightens slightly. “I don’t like the way it sounds.”
I sigh, not wanting another defeat. I should be basking in sexual afterglow according to my romance novels, not arguing about my future business. I face them. “It means we serve coffee in bikinis.”
Bull and Rocky exchange looks, their expressions disapproving. Bull’s voice is stern when he speaks. “You can’t be serious. You think women should be serving coffee naked?”
His words sting. But he doesn’t need to blow it out of proportion. “I won’t be naked.”
Rocky exhales hard. “This might be even harder to accept than CNC, Betsy. But trust me, I’m trying. Jasmine didn’t detail bikinis in the business plan she presented to us.”
Bull nods in agreement. “There’s no way we would have funded that.”
I thought I averted a disaster by not ruining Sabrina’s night at the auction, which I now know went crazy anyway, with her ending up with her stepbrothers. I can’t let Rocky and Bull create a new disaster and pull their funding after all the work Jasmine put into her business plan.
I grab Rocky’s hand since he’s most likely to take my side, and plead, “If you actually love me, don’t hurt my friends.”
Bull interrupts. “It’s because we love you that we object.”