“Come with us,” Brody said abruptly.
I stopped talking mid-sentence.
“Yeah,” Corey said, suddenly excited. “The house is only an hour away. Come out there with us. Continue our date in style.”
“You can crash there too,” Brody added smoothly. “We can get you back tomorrow in plenty of time for your flight.”
“Crash there?” I swallowed hard. “You mean actually sleep with you?”
They looked at each other and nodded eagerly.
“Has anyone ever slept with you?”
“Not a single person.”
I wasn’t sure why, but that answer excited me more than anything else I’d heard all night. It made me feel worthy, sure. But beyond that… closer to them.
“But… what about Mason?” I said awkwardly. “I mean, he’s a really close friend of yours, right?”
“The closest,” said Corey.
“So he uh… probably knows… what the two of you…”
“Yes,” Corey confirmed. “He knows.”
The tightness was back in my stomach again. That little flutter of heat and anxiety, mixed with excitement.
“Mason’s a big boy,” said Brody. “He can handle us having a guest for one night. Regardless of what we do with her, or to her,” he winked at me. “He’ll be fine on his own.”
“He was going to sleep in the house alone anyway,” Corey pointed out. “At least this way we can all hang together for an extra night, at least until it’s time for bed.”
“And what happens in the bedroom with us…” Brody winked.
My heart was racing. I felt flush all over.
“Stays in the bedroom?” I asked haltingly, returning his smirk.
“Or whatever room of the house we happen to end up in,” he teased. “Yeah.”
Mason returned, whistling happily on his way back to the table. He was already pulling a set of keys from his pocket.
“So nice meeting you Lauren,” he smiled. “And I’ll be—”
“Hold on bro,” said Brody, raising one arm to call for the check. “Slight change of plan…”
Twenty-Seven
LAUREN
My feet were tired. I wanted very badly to put them up — to stretch out on a soft, comfortable bed. Preferably a bed big enough to accommodate my two gorgeous lovers, lying naked on either side of me.
Then Brody did me one better.
“Oh my God YESSSSS…”
I squirmed backward against the soft leather, sinking further into the darkness of the sedan’s luxurious back seat. Mason was driving. Corey was in the passenger seat, working the radio. And Brody…
Well, Brody was giving me the foot massage of my life.