The Renovation (Contemporary Reverse Harem 2)

Why had I waited so long to do a threesome?

Dig pulled me to my feet and Carter left the room, returning with a plushy pink bathrobe that fit me perfectly.

“You got this for me?” I asked, looking at him.

“No, I did not.” He looked at Dig. “We did.”

Tears burned at my eyes, but I didn’t let them fall. I didn’t want to ruin the moment with my excess-sentimentality.

But I have to say, Lance had never done anything like that for me.

Not bought me a spontaneous gift, nor given me an orgasm like that. Fuck that loser.

We staggered over to the living room sofa, where I lay with my head in Dig’s lap and my feet in Carter’s.

“So, dude, how long can you stay?” Carter asked Dig.

Did he need to be somewhere?

Dig shrugged. “As long as I want. My bag is in the car.” He and Carter reached over me to clink beer bottles.

“Um, what do you mean you have a bag in the car?” I asked, craning my neck to look at each of them.

“Well, darlin’,” Carter started. “We thought we’d let you test drive us.”

“Huh?” I mumbled.

Dig stepped in. “Jayma, as you know, we like to share. And we’d like to share you.”

“And we thought the best way to introduce you to our little lifestyle was to all live under one roof. See how it goes,” Carter said.

“In fact,” Dig continued, “we also invited the other two guys you are seeing.”

“What?” I jumped off the sofa and looked at both of them, my heart pounding. Slamming against my chest in fact. This wasn’t funny. Not at all. I pulled the tie on my bathrobe tighter.

“Your girlfriend Sharon—“

“—Shelle, her name is Shelle, Dig,” Carter interrupted.

“Right, sorry,” Dig said. “Your friend Shelle contacted all of us and suggested we have a meeting, given your predicament. We took it one step further and invited the other guys to move in to make it easier for you to make your choice.”

“No, no, no, no. Who does that? It’s creepy and weird,” I said.

What. The. Fuck.

First off, Shelle was officially no longer my best friend. It was over between us. But first, I would kill her. Or at least yell at her really bad.

Next, how had she tracked the guys down anyway?

Actually, from what I’d shared with her, it was probably really easy. I was still going to kill her.

Carter looked at Dig.

“Dude. She thinks we’re creepy and weird,” he said, shaking his head.

Dig’s brow furrowed. Was that hurt on his face?

“Gee. I think we misread you, Jayma. I’m really sorry.”