Dirty Princes (Hot Candy 3)

“How do you have sex with two guys at once?”

She splutters, spitting tea all over me. “What?”

I wipe a hand over my face, lick my lips and blink sugar-crusted lashes. Girl likes her tea sweet. “I said—”

“I heard you.”

Then what is her issue? Maybe pregnancy makes you go bananas?

Deciding it must be the hormones, I resume where we left off. “You haven’t replied.”

“Bry…” Candy puts on her long-suffering face. It’s wrinkly and googly-eyed.

“Yes?”

“I know you don’t really approve of me being with two boys, so you don’t need to tease me about it, okay?” Red splotches appear on her cheeks and her eyes fill up.

Hormones. Definitely. I mean, I get like that before my period, too.

“I’m not teasing you,” I say in the soothing voice I use with my cat before she scratches me and scrambles away. “And I do approve of you and your boys.”

“You do?”

I thought we’d cleared that up months ago, but maybe I didn’t come out and quite say it that way. “You love them. They love you. You’re all happy. Heck, you have a baby on the way. Seems to me it’s working out great.”

“Oh, Bry!” She splashes me again with her tea as she slams it down on the coffee table and wraps her arms around me. “Thank you for saying that. You don’t know how much better it makes me feel.”

I pat her back awkwardly, hardly able to breathe, because—good God, her boobs are like water balloons, pressing into my chest.

My boobs are decent-sized, but suddenly I feel flat-chested.

“Candy.” I push her back f

irmly so that I can breathe again. “I’m sorry I made you feel awkward.” I consider this. “I grew up in a conservative home. Sure, my mom’s the best, and we talk freely and everything, but…”

“But not about threesomes.”

How did she guess?

I make a face. “Yeah. Mom is all about how to catch a good husband and what to look out for, not threesomes, and certainly not sex.”

Though come to think of it, last time she changed her tune quite a bit. Those things she said sounded an awful lot like talk of love.

There are men worthy of your heart, she said. Don’t be afraid to give it away, to take a risk on someone.

Hm…

“Sex?” Candy repeats my last word, giving me a suspicious look, grabbing her mug again.

I lean back, to avoid more splashing and to hide the fact I’m blushing like a virgin.

Which I am.

Technically. Only technically.

Oh God.

“What aren’t you telling me?” Candy demands. “I thought you said besties had no secrets?”