Tri-Tip (Grade-A Beefcakes 3)

“How did me bringing a stray dog to the vet turn into a lunchtime chat about my sex life?”

I glanced down, saw the dog in question curled up and sleeping at my feet. A matchmaking dog? Her job was done and now she rested.

“Because, sweetheart, Gus shares a lot of things,” Poe said, setting his forearms on the table and leaning in. Getting really close. “If Gus can’t do it for you, I can.” He patted his broad chest and grinned. What a ruthless smile. He could use it like a weapon. Women toss their panties at him for that look aimed at them.

“Me, too,” Kemp added. “You’ve seen Gus’s dick. It’s the smallest in the room.”

“You guys are assholes,” Gus muttered, taking the ribbing good-naturedly. He had nothing to be ashamed about, that was for sure. I remembered him being big enough where I couldn’t have closed my grip around his thick girth. But if the other guys were bigger…

“Are you telling us he wasn’t that great?” Poe wondered. “I mean, first couple of times and all.”

Gus held up his hands. “Hey, now. I was the perfect gentleman. The lady comes first.” He’d certainly seen to that.

“You’re not saying anything.” Kemp was eyeing me, waiting. “It wasn’t great?” he prompted, then laughed. “Maybe Poe and I need to give Gus a few pointers. We get you between us and he can watch. Learn.”

I sucked in a breath at what he was suggesting.

Gus eyed me very closely, as if my answer impacted his entire sexual identity. After all this time, he seemed confident he’d done me right, but now… his friends were obviously making him doubt.

“Baby girl, remaining quiet is like waving a red cape at a bull,” Kemp added.

I tried not to smile at the way Gus looked, half horrified that he might have left me unsatisfied, and half pissed that his friends were intentionally riling him.

“You were great,” I finally said, patting his hand and picking up my sandwich, not addressing Kemp’s comment.

Gus gave a little grunt as way of responding, then shoveled in a forkful of lasagna.

When he swallowed, he asked, “Are you into women now?”

I almost choked on the bite of turkey and avocado. “What? Where did that come from?”

“You were great. Great, not spectacular or mind blowing. If I can’t please you, clearly you’re into women instead,” Gus replied, running his hand over his beard.

“Or you drove her away from dicks, and she now likes to dive for pussy.” God, Poe was ruthless.

I looked to Gus, laughed. “No. That’s not it.”

“So you like dick,” Gus countered.

I cleared my throat and of course, flushed hotly. “Yes.”

“And you liked my dick.”

“Yes.”

“Good, we’ve established that much,” Gus continued. “What else? You like being on top. You want to do it in my pick-up again. You like to be spanked. You want to call me Daddy. You want me to tie you up. Flog you. Fuck your ass. Eat your pu

ssy. Play with toys. Watch you come. Go down—”

I reached out, covered Gus’s mouth again, felt the soft prickle of his beard. “You don’t know when to stop.”

When I pull my hand away, he said, “Pixie, I can go a long, long time.” Then he winked.

Kemp reached out, grabbed the sandwich from my hand. “No share, no sandwich.”

I eyed him carefully. “I’m the sheriff and even I don’t starve people for answers.”

Glancing at Poe, he just shrugged. “You better just tell us then.”