Double Score

“Daisy.” I growl her name just as the woman skips into the room.

“Here’s your bag.” She thrusts the red duffle bag into Ryan’s arms and steps back. “Take good care of my sister.”

Grant keeps an arm around my shoulders and smiles at Daisy. They’ve always been friends, but they’re not as close to her as they are me. “Always,” he agrees, looking down at me. “Do you have everything you need?”

“I think so. Did you put my swimsuit in there?” I ask Daisy.

“The tiny red one? I’m not sure I’d consider that scrap of material a swimsuit, but it’s in there. I also packed a box of condoms and your vibrator.”

Grant’s arm stiffens.

Daisy’s smile widens.

I sputter, my eyes nearly bulging out of my head.

“Daisy.” I try to scold her but I’m stunned speechless, and the only thing coming out of my mouth is an unintelligible squeak.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” She turns her sugary sweet smile on Ryan. “She’s got a few cobwebs down on the south side, so I told her to find a sexy ski instructor and take a ride on his snowboard. If you know what I mean.”

I narrow my gaze. What are you up to?

She winks and tosses me my coat.

Grant catches it and holds it out for me to shrug on. When my arms are in, he spins me around, zips it up and pulls the hood over my head. For a second, I feel like a child being taken care of by her parent. But then I look up into Grant’s piercing green eyes and, suddenly, the gesture seems much more intimate.

“If you take a ride on anyone’s snowboard, it’s going to be one of ours,” he murmurs loud enough for both Ryan and me to hear.

“All right, you three have fun.” Daisy holds the door open and waits for the guys to lead me out, and when I turn around to scowl at her, she blows me a kiss.

“You can thank me later,” she whispers.

I don’t know about that. What I really want to do is strangle her for implanting these images in my head—visions of my two best friends and me doing all sorts of filthy things to each other. Instead, I grin and follow Ryan and Grant to the car.

2

Emma

“I’m going to kill you,” I whisper-hiss into the phone the next morning.

“Because they ripped your body in two when they tried DP? I should’ve warned you to work your way up to that. You always have been an overachiever.”

What the hell is she talking about? “DP?”

“Double penetration. Put a C in the V and a C in the A, and you’ll get one giant, toe-curling O.”

“Are you even speaking English right now?”

“Oh my gosh, Emma, get with the program.” Daisy sighs. “A cock in the vagina and a cock in the ass. Double penetration. Everyone’s doing it.”

That just sounds painful. “You’re a virgin. What could you possibly know about double penetration?”

“But I’m a virgin who watches lots of porn and reads tons of dirty books. I know these things.”

Maybe I need to check out some of the books she’s reading. “There was no double penetration.”

“That’s okay, one cock at a time is probably all you can handle. You can work your way up to two. Don’t get discouraged, and remember to use lots of lube.”

“There wasn’t any penetration, and there won’t be any because you were wrong,” I shout, quickly covering my mouth because the last thing I want is for one of the guys to hear me.