Porterhouse (Grade-A Beefcakes 4)

“This is sooo not funny.”

“A guy’s not going to care what your pussy looks like. They just care that they got there.”

“Says the woman who gets waxed by a professional.”

“Touché. Then go to the salon in town and get it fixed.”

“No time. They’re coming in an hour. What am I going to do?”

“You really like these guys, don’t you?” she asked, her voice calmer now, concerned.

I bit my lip, thought of the kisses we’d shared. Of the sexy times from the night before. The pull, like magnets. Powerful. Synapse sizzling.

“I do.”

“They’re good guys, Julia. I’m happy for you. They make Frank seem like a salt lick.”

I pushed the blanket off my head, about to suffocate. I didn’t comment on Frank, but she was right. Compared to Bennett and Cash, he was dull as could be. And an asshole. They’d seen to my orgasm first, even over the phone. With Frank, there hadn’t been an orgasm.

“At least he’s out of your life.”

“I saw him at the grocery store, comparing apples. I might have to shop in Clayton now.”

“He doesn’t live in the produce section,” she countered. “If you want to compare apples, then think about Frank, then picture Bennett and Cash.”

I didn’t think long about Frank, but of my phone sex companions. Big, brawny, rugged. Sweet but so, so dirty. “Good point.”

“If you let them get in your pants, I guarantee Bennett and Cash aren’t going to care that you’ve got a little bald spot.”

I didn’t clarify the bald spot wasn’t all that little. I was mortified enough.

“They’re interested in you,” she continued. “I couldn’t miss the chemistry between you guys last night.”

“They let me think they were strippers!”

“You thought that all by yourself,” she countered. “And it was hilarious. And then you put them in their place. I swear Cash came in his jeans when you stood up to him, poked him in the chest.”

“He did not,” I muttered.

“Whatever. They want you. Why wouldn’t they? You’re beautiful, sexy, fun. They’d be stupid to think otherwise.”

“They’re taking me out today,” I told her, going to my dresser to get some panties and a matching bra. Something sexy to offset my little bald spot.

She gave a little squeal. “Go for it. Times two. You’ve been in a man funk for a while. You deserve good men to treat you right.”

I paused, considered. “Maybe I’ll cook them dinner.”

“Whatever you do, don’t serve them corn.”

6

CASH

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“You don’t like eggs?” I asked, once we handed the waitress our menus and she left to get our drinks.

We were in a back booth at the diner on the south side of Main Street. The scent of bacon and coffee filled the air. Bennett was beside Julia and I sat across from them, which had our knees bump beneath the table. The casual action had me eager to touch her more. After the night before… I wanted my hands all over her.