Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Quinn
The next morning, I skip breakfast and the activities afterward. My nerves are shot, and I don’t want to see anyone at the moment. Not even Aven or Green Guy. Maybe them least of all.
Neither of them seems to be struggling with this. Aven knows I’ve fooled around with Green Guy, and Green Guy knows I have feelings for Aven in spite of trying to deny them. Everyone is copacetic. Everyone but me.
What is wrong with me? Why are loyalty and monogamy so important?
It’s not like I’m trying to marry either of these men.
Shit, in a few days, I’ll still be crying over them while they’re off on the next adventure.
Is this really the life I want to live? It certainly wouldn’t make my mother very proud.
Now there was a woman who never chased a man.
She always said, “Quinn, if you have to chase him, he probably doesn’t have anything worth catching.
” And then she’d go down the long list of STDs and their symptoms, which was meant to deter me from promiscuity.
It didn’t work, but I’d give anything to sit through another one of her lectures.
I’ve never missed her more than I do right now. What I would give to ask her advice.
The decision certainly isn’t easy, and I can’t keep straddling the fence.
Last night with Green Guy was incredible.
The sex was something I’ve never experienced, and it only made me question my decision more.
Sex isn’t everything in a relationship, but it matters to me.
I couldn’t attach myself to a man who wasn’t good in bed, regardless of how much I enjoy everything else about him.
Which is why I can’t just strap a saddle on Aven and ride into the sunset.
Maybe that’s the solution to all of my problems. If I can fuck Aven, I’ll have all the input I need to make a decision.
I hurry to dress and get my face to a more presentable state. The messy hair can’t be helped, but I run a brush through the loose waves anyway. When I’ve done what I can, I take a steeling breath and step into the hallway.
Aven’s door is just across the way, but it feels like a journey as I step closer and raise my fist to knock. He’s been trying to get me out of my room all morning, and I wouldn’t even talk to him. Now I’m about to sexually assault him.
As soon as his door opens, I leap into his arms before I can change my mind again. He catches me and kisses me as he closes the door behind us with his back. He tries to say something, but I’m sick of talking. I need the other thing.
I lower my legs to the floor, then start unfastening his khaki shorts before he can argue. His massive hands block my fingers at every turn.
“Just let it happen,” I squeal as I swat his hands away.
“Ach, what’s going on? You won’t talk to me all day, and now you’re trying to jimmy your way into my giblets?” He turns and plasters his front half to the wall. “Unhand me, woman!”
I won’t be deterred. I slam my chest against his back and worm my hands toward his waistband. But like a fucking snake, he slithers away, leaps over the bed, and holds his hands out as he stares at me with wild eyes.
“Stay back, witch!” He forms a ward against evil with his fingers. “You have no power here.”
I grumble and step closer to the bed. “I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to fuck you. Now give me your cock!”
I leap over the bed and grab his shorts, bringing them with me to the ground. You’d think he’s hiding a fucking bomb in those things with the way he hops over me and dashes for the closet. By the time I’ve pulled myself from the floor, he’s already dressed again.
“Did you buy an entire Target worth of khaki shorts? How many pairs do you have in there?”
“What’s gotten into you, lass?” He runs his hands through his hair and tries to catch his breath.
I sit on the edge of the bed and pull a pillow into my lap. “Aven, I’m losing my mind.”
“Aye, that much is clear.” The bed sinks when he sits beside me. “Not sure how my dick will help you find it, but maybe we can seek another solution.”
“Is it me?”
“Is what you?”
When I shift on the bed to face him, he gets to his feet. I roll my eyes and pat the bed.
“Sit down. I won’t maul you anymore.”
He doesn’t take his dark eyes off me as he gingerly sits again. “Okay, let’s try this again, but with words this time.”
“Can you explain why you’re so averse to fucking me?” I come right out with it. I’m sick of beating around the bush. “It’s just really confusing when you kiss me and touch me, yet you won’t let me go any further.”
He nods and runs his hands through his hair again. “Lass, there’s something we need to talk about before we take that step.”
“Oh my god, you’re fucking married, aren’t you?” I jump to my feet and start pacing. “It makes so much sense! A hot guy in his late thirties who’s also single?” I stop pacing and look at the ceiling. “I’ve been the other woman!”
“What? No!” He grabs my hand and pulls me back to the bed. “Ach, it’s nothing like that. Stop writing stories in your head.” He eases me into his arms, and I can feel the truth in his words.
“So if it isn’t another woman, what’s the hold up?”
“I just . . . I can’t be with you in that way until—”
“The other man in my life is gone?” I sigh. “I figured you wouldn’t be interested in sharing me.”
He opens his mouth to argue, but I place a kiss on his lips.
“No, I understand. You don’t have to say anything. I’m being too pushy, and I have no right. I mean, you’ve been understanding enough, and I haven’t even considered that you might not want to double dip.”
“You aren’t an inanimate object, lass,” he whispers.
“Don’t think of yourself like a pot of food on a party table.
You’re a woman. A beautiful, witty, infuriating woman.
While I don’t like to share, I like degrading someone I respect even less, so no, I don’t think of it as ‘double dipping.’ I won’t say the other man isn’t a problem, though, and that’s what I want to talk about. ”
My heart shatters in my chest. “Aven, I can’t make this decision without all of the information.”
“Jesus fuck, would you stop talking and just listen to me for a moment? I’m trying to—”
“No, this isn’t fair to you. You’re right. If I can’t make this decision without fucking you, then it just reduces you to an inanimate object.” I shake my head and stand, disgusted with myself. “I’m sorry I even came over here now.”
“Lass, that’s not what I was saying. Just sit—”
I hurry to the door, embarrassed. I should have just stayed in my room. What a mess. As I rush into the hall, I bump right into Frankie and Maverick.
Aven’s footsteps sound behind me, and his door clicks open, but I don’t turn to look at him. I’m too ashamed. I fear that if I look at him, I’ll burst into tears and everyone will know how stupid I am. Instead, I turn my attention to the couple and pray Frankie saves me somehow.
“Don’t you two look cute,” I say. “Where are you headed?”
Maverick tips his black ball cap at me. “I’m headed to the pool to have a soda with Ice Pick, and Frankie is headed to the room to do something for work.”
I turn to Frankie. “Mind if I tag along?”
“Not at all,” she says with a welcoming smile. “Though, I don’t know how interesting it will be. I just have to make a note in a file.”
Aven clears his throat behind me, and the other two give him their attention. I continue to give him my back, still too embarrassed about what just occurred.
“Didn’t you want to finish our conversation first?” he asks behind me.
I shake my head. “Nah, we can talk later. But you’ve given me a lot to think about.”
Frankie reads between the lines and grabs my hand. “She’ll be safe with me, Aven.” He tries to debate, but she gives him a wave, and we shuffle off. “We’ll be fine, and I’ll bring her back in one piece,” she calls over her shoulder
“Thank you,” I whisper.
Frankie smirks. “Don’t thank me yet. You aren’t off the hook until you tell me everything.”
“Trouble in paradise has never been so orgasmic,” Frankie says as she punches some inputs into the simulator’s keyboard. “Now let’s see if this baby can help you more than the idiotic men can.”
Trying the simulator was Frankie’s idea.
After I told her all the sordid details, she figured the machine might have some input that we lacked.
She even put in a call to King and had him and Jim scramble the security feeds so that Aven wouldn’t see us sneaking down here.
The last thing we need is an interruption when we’re doing serious scientific work.
“All right, now go get in the chair so that we can see what it will be like when Aven fucks you,” she says.
See? Serious scientific work.
I hurry to the egg chair. As soon as my ass hits the cushion, the chair starts its slow journey forward. Gripping the sides, I wait for the screen to come to life. Aven and I appear seconds later.
“I just have to remove the limiter,” Frankie says through the speakers.
“Limiter?”
“Yeah. It seems not even Sim Aven is down to fuck. I’ll just have to reprogram that part with a manual override, and then . . . that should do it.”
“Will Sim Aven fuck anything else?”
“Let me check.” A few minutes pass. “With the limiter active, he refuses to fuck anything. Without it, he fucks you, his hand, and even a pillow with a hole cut in it. He’s not very picky.” The keys click. “Wait . . . I take that back. You’re the only woman he’ll fuck without the limiter.”
I smile and preen under this revelation. That is, until she comes back on the mic.
“I think we broke it when we removed the limiter.”
“Fuck it. Run the sim!”
I don’t care if it’s broken. All I need to see is if he can make me come as hard as Green Guy can. If I have that answer, I can finally end my torture.
Sim Aven and Sim Quinn come to life on the screen.
We plan to run the same scenario twice with both men.
We’re in a bedroom—Frankie chose the cruise cabins from their last retreat, as she assured me it was impossible not to fall in love there—and Sim Aven is currently kissing me.
As Sim Quinn’s hands unfasten his pants, I hold my breath and wait for the moment he tells her to stop.
But he doesn’t. Sim Aven just groans into her mouth, encouraging her to keep going. Jim will need to clean the egg chair after this. Nothing is hotter than hearing a man hungry for a woman, and my panties are soaked.
“It’s working,” I say to Frankie, but then Sim Quinn pulls his cock from his pants, and the fantasy falls apart. “Why is it blurry? Who the fuck is censoring the sim?”
“The Chinese? I don’t know!” Frankie taps on the keys, but the blurry box remains. “I can’t get it to render his dick. The sim keeps saying I don’t have clearance.”
“When I was twelve, I watched scrambled porn on the Spice channel in hopes of seeing my first dick. Not even that was as infuriating as this!”
Frankie laughs into the mic. “Want me to try to start it over?”
“No. Just let it run. I’ll use my imagination.”
The speakers go silent, and the scene continues. By the end, Sim Quinn is thoroughly satisfied.
“I don’t think a blurry censor box would leave my legs shaking like that, but okay,” I mutter.
“Sorry it wasn’t what you wanted,” Frankie says. “It was still pretty hot, though, not gonna lie. When he picked you up and tossed you on the bed when he wanted to go from doggy to missionary . . . whew, girl.”
“Yeah, that was pretty hot, wasn’t it?”
“Ready for the next?”
I nod and settle into my seat as the simulation resets, this time showing Sim Quinn and Sim Green Guy.
“Does he really wear that atrocious unitard?” Frankie asks with a laugh. “And you can’t decide which man you want?”
“He didn’t have it on last night, but yes and yes,” I say, though I’m laughing too. “You’d have to be there, girl.”
“No thanks.”
But our laughter tapers off abruptly as the sim starts again. From the kissing to the way he tosses me on the bed to change positions, the events play out identically. Granted, his dick isn’t blurred, but that gives me no new information anyway.
“Yeah, I think we fucked it up when we removed the limiter,” Frankie says. “Want to try a different setting?”
I nibble my lip and think. “Yeah, maybe one we’re both familiar with. Put us in the rooms at the hotel. Run Sim Green Guy first.”
Frankie gives the okay, and a few minutes later, a new chain of events unfolds. I pay closer attention this time. They kiss, he chokes her, she rides him until she comes, and then she sucks him off.
This really has turned into a scientific experiment. I’m no longer even remotely horny.
“Ready for the next one?” Frankie asks.
“Run it.”
Aven and Quinn kiss . . . He chokes her . . . She rides him . . .
Damn, damn, damn!
“Oh shit,” Frankie says, but before I can ask her what’s wrong, Aven bursts through the door.
I leap out of the egg chair. On the massive screen, Sim Aven and Sim Quinn fuck at a breakneck speed. My head turns toward the booth, where Frankie frantically mashes buttons. Now the sim characters fuck in reverse. It’s almost worse now. Fabulous.
“Ach, you hens just use this machine for your sick whims! Perverts, the lot of you!” Aven reaches behind the machine and yanks the plug from the wall, casting the room in darkness. “If you wanted to see my bleeding dick that badly, you should have asked!”
Frankie raises a finger. “Is the bleeding the reason you don’t want her to see it?”
“And I did ask!” I shout.
Aven turns and points at me. “You. My room. Right now. We’re having this out once and for all.”
I don’t know whether to be scared or excited, but when he shouts for me to move my feet, I realize I will find out soon enough. Not even Frankie can save me now. She gives me a sheepish wave as I trot along behind Aven, prepared to learn my fate.