Chapter 21
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
WREN
Ihad no idea dancing could feel like that.
My entire body is tingling from the feeling of moving between Sly and Dex. My nipples feel tight, and my core is clenching so much that a small whimper escapes me.
“What’s wrong, Wren?” Sly asks, turning to face me with concern etched on his face.
“I feel funny,” I tell him quietly, feeling embarrassed for my strange reaction to dancing. Neither of them seem phased by it.
Is there something wrong with me?
“Baby,” Dex says, squeezing my shoulder in support. “Of course there’s nothing wrong with you. Why would you think that?”
“Did I say that out loud?” They both nod, and my cheeks heat.
“You said you feel funny,” Sly says, grabbing my hand. “Do you have a headache?" I shake my head. “Can you describe it?”
“It’s…” I rack my brain for a way to explain it. “It’s like pressure, here.” I place my hand low on my abdomen as I rub my thighs together to try to alleviate the feeling there. It almost feels like I have to pee, but it’s different, somehow.
Their eyes meet over my head, and Sly visibly swallows. “What? Am I dying?” I ask in alarm.
“No, Wren,” he says, sounding amused and putting me at ease. “You’re not dying.”
“Then what is it?”
Dex leans close to my ear as he whispers, “You’re aroused.”
It takes me a second to realize what that means. Gasping, I jump away from them. We couldn’t do that; it was illegal. Not that they hadn’t all done illegal things before, mind you.
Their heated eyes watch me like a lion eyeing an antelope, and I wonder if breaking that law is worth it.
“Let’s get you ready for bed,” Sly says, ignoring my predicament as he grabs my hand and leads me to the big bathroom. He grabs my toothbrush and puts paste on it, then passes it to me as he does the same with his own. Dex comes in and silently joins us, brushing our teeth as I watch them warily.
I was thankful for the diversion. Not that I wasn’t still feeling aroused, but I appreciated them not calling me out on it any further.
Once we’re done, we wash our faces at the double-sink vanity. “Wait here for a second,” Sly says, leaving me alone with Dex.
“You okay?” he asks, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. I nod. “That guy at the bar didn’t scare you, did he?”
“The guy… Oh!” I’d totally forgotten about the guy who wanted to dance with me. “Pete! Is he okay?”
“Is Pete okay?” he asks, trying to hold in a smile. “Yeah, I think Pete will be just fine. Jagger was with him, too.”
“Oh, yeah.” I bite my lip in worry. I know Pete and Jagger can fight, but what if that guy had friends with him? “Should we check on them?”
“If they aren’t back in an hour, we’ll go check.”
“That’s a long time.”
“I want to give them a chance to have some fun first,” Dex says with a smirk.
“Fun?” I ask in confusion.
“He grabbed you,” Sly says, returning with a T-shirt. “If he hadn’t hit him, I would have. Nobody touches you.”
“You guys touch me all the time.”
“Nobody but us. They touch you, they pay.”
His words send a weird thrill through me. I swallow nervously as I ask, “Pete’s gonna hurt him?”
“Yes. Does that upset you?” Sly asks, his green eyes watching me carefully.
I try to picture Pete and Jagger taking turns punching the guy from the bar, expecting to feel revulsion, but instead my gut clenches with… arousal.
I slowly shake my head, and Sly passes me the shirt. “Put this on, then come to bed.”
“Which one?” I ask, knowing there are two bedrooms.
“The one we’re in.” He sends me a heated gaze before leaving. Dex gives me a wink and follows him out, closing the door behind him.
The shirt he gave me is the T-shirt he was wearing before the new clothing arrived.
I bring it to my nose, basking in his scent and quickly undress, leaving only my panties on before pulling the T-shirt on over my head.
I give my straight hair a quick brush, then quickly make my way across the silent suite, finding them both sitting in bed, leaning against the headboard in nothing but their boxers.
I freeze in place as my eyes bounce between them. I saw them both shirtless, individually, but together, it short-circuits my brain, as if my eyes don’t know where to focus.
“Come sit between us,” Sly says, patting the Wren-sized space between them. I kneel on the end of the mattress and crawl up the bed.
As soon as I’m sitting, Dex grabs the remote and asks, “What do you say we end our date with a little TV?” He puts his arm around me, pulling me into his side as I nod.
He flicks it on, and as soon as my eyes focus on the image, my eyes widen. My entire body heats as I watch a woman lie bent over the arm of a couch, a man having sex with her from behind. I didn’t even know you could do it in any other position than the man lying on top of the woman.
“We can change the channel, if you like,” Sly says slowly. “But I wondered—we wondered—exactly how much you know about intimacy and sex? We thought that watching porn might help… educate you.”
I just blink at the screen as she moans and groans like she’s paid to do this. “Is she an actress?” I ask, needing to know. “Or is this a reality show?”
“They are all getting paid to do it, but the things they’re doing are real,” Sly clarifies.
They must be married; otherwise, what they’re doing would be illegal.
“Do you want me to change the channel?” Dex asks softly against my head.
My fingers dig into his thigh as I watch for a moment. “Is there more?” He presses a button, and the image changes. “Dios mio!” I say, my mouth dropping open in shock.
“Did she just cuss in Spanish?” Dex asks, but I don’t answer. My eyes are glued to the TV where a naked woman is tied to a giant wooden X, and a man in a black mask walks around her, hitting her lightly with some sort of black stick.
Dex changes the channel mumbling, “That’s BDSM. We’ll save that for a later lesson.”
I swallow nervously. There’s gonna be more of these lessons?
This time, the image doesn’t look like porn; it’s just a guy delivering pizza.
Or so I thought, until the pizza’s forgotten and the woman drops to her knees, yanking his dick out and putting her mouth on it.
“Oh my,” I whisper, my legs pressing together as they grow damp at the thought of doing that to one of my guys.
Would they like that? Why am I getting wet?
My eyes zone in on the way he threads his fingers in her hair and seems to use her for his pleasure. My core clenches. Is this arousing me? Do I want to try that with Sly? Or Dex? Have them use my mouth for pleasure. Just the thought has my fingers digging into their legs.
This must be a blow job. It’s clear the guy’s enjoying it if his moans and praise are anything to go by. But when he pulls out and ejaculates all over her face, my jaw drops open in disbelief.
I learned about sex in my homeschooling. But it was pretty basic. I knew where babies come from, and the basics of how sex works, how a man enters a woman, and ejaculates inside her.
But I had never really thought about the fact that men would do that when they aren’t trying to make a baby. I thought that’s why sex was illegal, because it could result in a child.
“Why are you showing me this?” I ask, my eyes glued to the screen as she licks up his mess. Dex switches it off, and suddenly, I can hear how quick and loud my breathing is. I pull back from where I’m resting against him to sit up, glancing at both of them.
“You’ve never seen or heard of anything like this before?” Sly asks in confirmation. I shake my head. “Will you tell us what you know? I want to make sure your brother hasn’t filled your head with nonsense first.”
I lick my lips as I stare at the blank TV screen. “It’s not much. I know sex is when a man sticks his… penis into a woman.” I glance at Sly as I ask, “Right?”
He nods. “Yes, that’s right.”
“But nobody says penis. Call it a dick or a cock,” Dex says.
“Cock,” I whisper, trying it out.
“What else have you been told?” Sly asks.
I shrug. “That’s it, really.”
He frowns. “That’s it?”
I nod as he asks, “What about masturbation?” I shake my head. “Oral sex?” I shake my head again. “Sixty-nine?”
“No.” I shake my head, feeling extremely naive. “I told you, all I know is the basics, what sex is, how a baby's made, and that sex is illegal before marriage.”
You could hear a pin drop from the silence and tension that follows that statement. It’s Dex who finally breaks it as he asks, “Sorry, what did you just say? That last bit?”
“That it’s illegal to have sex before you’re married.”
“Wren?” Sly asks, and I turn to him, my heart clenching in a weird mix of fear and hope.
“That’s not true, is it?” I ask quietly.
He shakes his head. “No. Sex is only illegal with a minor or with an unwilling participant.” He watches me carefully, as if worried about my reaction.
I’m not sure what to think. I’m pissed that my brother lied about something else, but in some ways, I’m relieved. That was probably due to the fact that there are two half-naked men surrounding me.
I lick my lips nervously, unsure what all this means for me. “I don’t know what to say,” I tell them, my hands shaking for some reason.
“Would you like us to teach you? Fill in the large gaps that have been left in your knowledge?” Sly asks gently.
I nod. “Yes. I wouldn’t even know what to ask.”
“To start, we can tell you what some of the terms mean. But we need to go slow; it might be overwhelming. And if you have questions, you can ask any of us.”
“Okay,” I say, thinking it through. I guess all of them know this stuff better than I do. “Wait, does that mean that none of you are virgins?” I ask, realizing that they might have touched other women.
“That’s right,” Sly confirms my fear, and I swallow the uncomfortable lump in my throat. “But for me at least, I can tell you they didn’t mean anything. I’ve never even had a girlfriend before.”
“You slept with women you didn’t love?” I ask in surprise, and he nods, looking a little guilty.
“Do you hate me now?” he asks, surprising me.