Trading with the Boys

“Say it,” I said. “I want to hear it from you.”

“What?” she asked innocently.

“You know what.”

Serena grinned tiredly and kissed the side of my chest. After planting a half-dozen kisses there, she purred and looked up at me.

“You can have this,” she said, closing her hand over mine. “Anytime you want.”

She squeezed my hand tightly against her ass and sighed.

“But they can have it anytime they want, too.”

It was a very wicked thing to say, but for some reason hearing it from her lips turned me on even more. I’d thoroughly enjoyed taking her, having desired her all this time. But I’d also enjoyed watching her be taken. Seeing her spread those toned, waitress’s legs for my friends had opened up a whole new level of unexpected thrills. A world where sharing a girl was almost as exciting as actually being inside her, not to mention offering up all new possibilities when it came to the things we could do.

“You’ve all been helping me so much,” Serena said after a silent pause. “Doing all these amazing things for me. Asking for little or nothing in return.”

I yawned sleepily. “So you’ve been negotiating a little tit for tat?”

“No,” she said sheepishly. “I mean yes, but—”

“But what?”

“It’s just never really been that way,” she said. “It’s never felt like that at all.”

I traced a slow line down her arm with one finger, watching the goosebumps erupt all at once. She shivered adorably, curling tighter against me.

“Don’t sweat it, I know what you mean.” I told her. “The guys enjoy your company. You enjoy theirs. Shit happens. Things progress.”

“They sure do,” she sighed. “Sometimes fast.”

“Fast isn’t all that bad. Slow can be overrated.”

She chuckled. “So you graduated with Tate and Jacob?”

“Yup.”

“And did you have the hots for me too?”

“I’m sure I would’ve,” I admitted. “But I barely knew David. I played football, and the practices sucked up all my time. I was never on any teams with him.”

“Ah.”

We stared at the ceiling, our eyes slowly closing. She was so warm. So damned comfortable! And the way her body folded into mine, it was like she was meant to be there.

Maybe she was.

“What about now?” Serena asked.

“Now?” I repeated. “Do I have the hots for you now?”

She blushed an adorable pink color, steadfastly refusing to look at me. The way she was looking away, it only made me want her even more.

“Maybe I should write you a letter,” I teased. “Dear sex kitten.”

With the last of her energy, she punched me playfully.

“Or I could pass you a note in study hall. Get one of my friends to see if you liked me back.”