To which Mac replied, “I’ll give you two guesses. Try not to be too jealous.”
Feeling sexier and more desired than I had ever felt in my life, I took a picture of myself in the mirror and sent it back to them along with the message, “Jealousy has no place here, boys.”
“Fuck, brother. When did we get so damn lucky?”
“I’m not looking a gift horse in the mouth.”
“Are you calling me a horse, Mac?”
“I’m not into zoophilia, gorgeous.”
“Ew!”
“That’s nasty, dude.”
“She asked.”
“I definitely did not. Anyways… When did you two accept I wasn’t choosing?”
“If we had tried making you choose, what would you have done?”
I didn’t hesitate. “Quit you both cold turkey. All or nothing. I wouldn’t come between you guys.”
“But you would happilycomebetween us. What do you think, Dalton? One of us in her pussy, while the other fucks that dirty mouth?”
“I think I’m supposed to be paying attention in this dumb-as-hell meeting and instead I’m now trying to think of toothless grandmas and puppies with broken legs.”
I was confused, but his comment quickly made sense when he sent a picture of his jeans tenting underneath a table.
“See what you do to us, Vixen?”
“Fuck, I just left and I’m ready to go back.”
The two of them proceeded to fill my phone with the things they wanted to do to me, and I decided the first opportunity I got, I was going to have them both. Fuck it all. After a while, I lied and told them I was going to sleep, before immediately calling Holly and Maria in a group FaceTime.
Maria squealed. “Girl! First Dalton, now Maverick! Holy shit, you’re nuts.”
Holly winked at me, lounging in her bed in one of Jackson’s shirts. “You, my darling Nicky, are officially my favorite slut.”
“In the words of the great Dorothy, you are the queen of Slutdom. Long live the queen.”
I cackled. “I absolutely am not. I just have a… voracious appetite.”
“Okay but—and I don’t even know if I am allowed to ask this as a married woman—how are they?”
“Fuck, I’m married and I don’t give a damn. You didn’t tell us squat about Dalton, now you’ve spent the day with Maverick. Girl, you need to spill!”
I bit my lip. “Well, let’s just say that it was more than adequate. And the house is fully, and I mean fully, broken in.”
Holly choked on the Coke she was sipping, and Maria snorted with laughter. Jackson walked into the frame and asked, “What are y’all talking about?”
Holly smirked at him. “How good your bosses are in bed.”
He looked at her and then back at us on the small screen, and back at her. “Right, on that note… I’m out.” Dude practically ran out of the room, and we all howled.
“Oh hey, by the way,” Holly set her drink down and leaned forward, “I hired a girl I know to do our hair and makeup. She’ll be at my place around two, I think. Bring your dresses and we can all get ready here.”
“Why do I feel like the prized pig being led to auction?” I joked half-heartedly.
