“Oh, they’re bringing you meat…”
“Huh? I don’t see any meat.”
Cole laughed. “Wait a second. What do you think a spit roast is?”
He was being so dumb. Of course I knew what a spit roast was. “It’s when you put a pig on a big stick and spin it over a fire. Everyone knows that.” But then something clicked in my mind. I could have sworn that Chastity had told me about a different kind of spit roast once. What was it…?
Oh. Shit.My eyes got wide as I remembered Chastity’s definition of a spit roast. It was something along the lines of a girl getting taken from both ends, as if she was the pig and the guys’ dicks were the stick that she was roasting on. I thought back to my conversation yesterday where I’d told Cole how much I wanted a spit roast. I’d even said that I’d wanted to do it for my anniversary but my husband wouldn’t let me. And if that wasn’t bad enough, a few minutes ago I’d doubled down by saying how excited I was to stuff my face full of delicious meat.Oh my God.
“Wait, no!” I yelled. “I didn’t mean I wantedthatkind of spit roast!”God, is that what Joe thought I wanted for our anniversary?
“Sure you didn’t,” said Cole with a laugh. He definitely didn’t believe me. And why would he with all the things I had said?
“I didn’t!”
“Are you not happy with the selection I brought you? Is that it?”
I looked over at the three guys. They were perfectly handsome and well-built, but they were complete strangers. I wasn’t justgoing to let them bang me in front of everyone! What kind of crazy slut did Cole think I was? And more importantly… “Why do you want to share me with one of them? I know guys like threesomes and all, but I always thought it was supposed to be two girls and a guy.”
Cole shrugged. “It’s not my place to judge what turns a woman on. Unless you’re a furry. That’s just weird.”
“I know, right? And that’s very progressive of you to not judge women’s fantasies. But really…this is not my fantasy.”Right?I’d be lying if I said I completely hated the idea of being pinned between Angel and Diablo…
“You don’t have to be ashamed. And don’t worry - I promise I’ll still take you out on a date afterwards.”
Weird.I was going to keep protesting, but then I realized there was a better approach to try to get out of this. “So you’re not worried that I’ll enjoy the other man more? Who knows…his cock might feel so good that I’ll forget you’re even there.”
Cole just smiled. “It’s pretty hard to forget about ten inches of cock inside of you.”
I gulped and looked down at his crotch. There was no freaking way. Was he really that big? His codpiece had been huge during the fashion show, but I thought that was just for laughs.
Gah! Focus!I had to find a way out of this. Public sex was bad enough, but public sex with two men? I’d literally die of embarrassment. And possibly from internal bleeding if he was really as big as he said he was.
But how could I get out of this? I had already done a pretty good job of stalling to give Angel and Diablo time to catch Chastity, but it felt like my time was running out. Cole was intent on spit roasting me with one of his buddies.Ah! That’s it!I had the perfect escape plan. Well, it wasn’t perfect. In fact, it was extremely risky. But how much worse could this really get?
“Ten inches, huh?” I asked.
He just smiled at me with his stupid cocky grin.
“That’s a shame. I was hoping for twelve. Good thing I have some options…” I turned to his friends and made a point of staring at their crotches. In Cole’s shock, I was able to yank my wrist free of his grasp. I sauntered over to the three men. Or at least, that was my plan. My heels sinking in the mud made me look more like a drunk toddler than sexy slut. But whatever. The three guys were probably more focused on what I was about to do to them. Or let them do to me.
“I’m Raven,” I said, sticking my hand out for one of the scouts.
“Garrett,” he replied. When he went to shake my hand, I grabbed his crotch. His eyes got big.
“I’m a grabber,” I said with a wink as I started rubbing him over his pants.
“Wow,” muttered one of the other scouts.
Damn right.I hoped I looked sexy and confident, because inside I was dying of embarrassment. I had just introduced myself to aman by grabbing his penis. Chastity would be so proud. Which, to be clear, was not a good thing.
I circled around Garrett, my hand still rubbing his pants.
“Hands on your hips,” I ordered.
All three men slung their laser guns over their shoulders and put their hands on their hips. I couldn’t believe it had been so easy. It was like they were little puppets on a string.
“Get in a circle.”
