I’m also surprised by how nice it looks. Very homey, relaxing, and the sort of place you could get lost in for hours on end. I resolve that I’m going to spend just as much time in this room as Ethan or Colt.
“You’re talking about the set of questions she sent us from [email protected] right?” Ethan asks. “That’s her email address that you can contact her at any time.”
“Yeah, but it’s not the only way to reach her, man,” Colt says. “You should fucking know that the best way to stay informed with that woman is to sign up for her newsletter at http://eepurl.com/cWhMqD.”
“Then you got nothing to worry about,” Ethan says with a grin. “I already sent the bonus chapter out for her readers. They’ll get it once they finish reading about us.”
“You fucking sent it out without showing me?” Colt asks, evidencing anger.
Ethan shrugs. “I told her I could do your part,” he says.
“Why the fuck would you do that?” Colt asks, angry.
Ethan shrugs. “Because I love you?”
This brings Colt up short. “Oh,” is all he can say, disarmed. “I fucking love you too. Fucker.”
“How much do you know about Alexis?” I ask, as both of them stare to look at me.
Ethan shrugs. “Alexis Angel,” he begins as if reciting from memory. “She’s a quirky kind of girl. But good fun though, I think if you like the kind of things she likes.”
Colt laughs, “You mean like dancing, fucking, and big cocks?” he asks. Ethan shrugs. “That’s like all that girl can think about.
“She’s an author,” Ethan says. “They’re allowed to be weird.”
“Fucking right,” Colt says. “But she fucking writes safe, happily ever after pieces but it’s seriously like reading porn.”
“And she’s calling the piece she wrote about us very steamy and exciting, I’ll bet?” I ask with a wicked smile as I look at both my boys.
“What do you expect from someone living in New York,” Ethan says. He looks at me and I see a smile on that ruggedly handsome face. “New York values, and all.”
“She loves getting flowers, especially when not expecting them,” Colt says.
Ethan looks at Colt. “Have you been sending her flowers?” he asks.
“I don’t need to,” Colt says. “I get enough love from Julianna.”
He looks quizzical for a second and looks at Ethan.
“Why the fuck do we keep talking about her like we’re doing a fucking bio, bro?” Colt asks.
Ethan thinks for a second. He tries to figure out what to say, but he can’t either.
Both of them look to me, and I smile. I know the truth, but I’m not telling them. Especially because it’s so much fun keeping this one secret. For now.
“Do you want to keep talking about Alexis?” I ask them, taking a step forward and bringing my hands to my sides and running them up my body. “Or do you want blowjobs.”
As if there was any doubt to the answer, both men turn towards me and their eyes take on a hungry look.
I smile. I do keep them satisfied. I know this. Ever have sex so much that you’re sore the next day? Well, by the time I’m done with Ethan and Colt, they can barely walk.
“You guys know about the Dirty Lil Angels?” I ask, taking a few steps closer to them. “That place is the fucking shit,” Colt says. “But you can also find her regular profile page too.
“Right, but I usually follow her on Twitter,” Ethan says.
Colt snorts. “That’s because you’re an idiot.”
“I think you never go on Twitter, Colt,” Ethan says with an exasperated sigh. “Because you’d never be able to say anything in less than 140 words – never mind 140 characters.”