Tri-Tip (Grade-A Beefcakes 3)

“Kaitlyn!” Julia groaned.

“She’s right,” Ava added, ignoring Julia. “Guys are allowed to fuck who they want, when they want. A quickie with a stranger in a bar bathroom. But women? Total double standard. I do know that Gus, Kemp and Poe wouldn’t go after you like they are if they weren’t in for the long haul.”

“The Duke boys are one-woman men,” Kaitlyn shared.

They made me feel a little better. A little less like a hussy. A hussy who had the best night of her life. With three men. With three really big dicks. And they knew exactly how to use them. And their hands. Oh, god, and their tongues. I was achy and a little sore from the way they’d taken me. Over and over and over.

“Well, regardless of the fact you’re sleeping with my brother, I’m glad you’re here,” Julia said, breaking me from my pervy thoughts.

“I sleep with your other brother,” Ava said.

“And I sleep with the other one,” Kaitlyn added.

Julia rolled her eyes. “Fine. I get it. My brothers have sex lives and I have none. Let’s talk about something else.”

All three of them turned to face me.

I sighed. “What do you want to know?”

“Do you want a drink?” Ava asked.

“That’s an easy one,” I countered with a smile. “Water would be great.”

“I remember you from high school. I was in tenth grade when you started dating Gus,” Julia said.

I nodded. “I remember. You played the clarinet.”

Horror crossed Julia’s face. “I will pay you a million dollars to never mention that again.”

I laughed as Ava handed me a glass of ice water. “What? You played really well.”

“Fine, if money won’t work, I’ll be your best friend.”

“Oh, well, in that case then. I won’t say anything about a musical instrument ever again.”

Ava rolled her eyes and opened a package of hot dog buns.

“We’ve got enough, don’t you think?” Kaitlyn asked, glancing at the ones already out.

With her free hand, Ava pointed out the wall of windows that overlooked the patio and took in the view of the ranch beyond. “There are seven men out there.”

“Right. Never mind.”

“You moved back to take the sheriff’s job,” Julia said. “That’s pretty exciting.”

My cell phone rang from my back pocket and I grabbed it as I answered her. “I moved back to be closer to my mom. She has diabetes now and I worried no one was helping her closely with it.” I glanced at the screen. “Speaking of, it’s her. Excuse me, I need to make sure she’s okay.” I swiped the screen, then put the phone to my ear. “Hi, Momma.”

“Don’t worry, I’m fine. Sugar’s one-forty. It’s something else and I wanted you to hear it from me first,” she said.

“What?” I was relieved her sugar level was fine, but I dreaded what she would say next.

I heard her sigh.

“I got laid off.”

What? “From the dentist’s office? He can’t possibly need to downsize.”

I thought of Roger Beirstad. While he was a total asshat, he was one of the only dentists in town.