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“I’ve been with a few guys and sex has always been lackluster. When everyone talked about how great it is, I just assumed there was something wrong with me.”
“There’s nothing wrong with you,” Bash growled.
Mac nodded, his gaze meeting Bash’s. “Bardot’s right. There’s not a damn thing wrong with you. The douches you’ve been with, though…”
“Definitely douches,” Bash confirmed.
I laughed through the tears. “He’s right. I don’t even want to think about those guys right now.”
Mac scooped me up, pulling me into a sitting position with his arms wrapped around me. “Me either.”
“I don’t know why I’m crying.”
“Sex has big emotions tied to it,” Mac said.
Bash stroked my back and pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “And that was a lot for one night. After everything you’ve been through with your exes—”
“Tonight was the first time I orgasmed during sex,” I blurted.
Both of them sucked in a sharp inhale.
“Really?” Mac asked.
“That explains a lot,” Bash muttered.
“I’m sorry—”
“Hey, not about you.” He softened his voice and wiped tears from my face. “I never liked a single guy you dated. They were never good enough for you—”
“Bash,” I warned.
“No, Pink. He’s right. If they couldn’t be bothered to love on you the way you deserve, they weren’t good enough.”
Love. There was that word again.
And the way they worked together to bolster my confidence and help me not feel so ridiculous for sobbing after sex had me believing this could be something more.
“Let’s get cleaned up,” Bash said, brushing his thumb across a stray tear that had slipped out, loosened by their words.
A shower later—yes, Bash and Mac showered with me in our hotel room’s massive glass shower—we debated ordering room service.
As my guys discussed what to order, I watched both of them, and a yearning ache gnawed at my heart.
Bash had said this was a onetime thing.
Being with the two of them, taking them one after the other, was the best experience of my life. Even with the awkward disconnect between them at first, they worked together as a team so well.
“Pizza?” Bash asked. Mac nodded, and they turned to me.
“Pizza’s great.” I smiled, loving how their heads almost brushed as they turned back to the menu.
It was hard to ignore the fact both of them wanted more from each other. Their whole thing where they acted like they hated each other was a front to something else. Something deeper. It wasn’t my place to bring it up, though.
I was entirely too drained from the orgasms and emotions they brought out of me to broach the subject right then.
That would be a discussion for another day.
Our pizza came, and we huddled around a small table in the corner of the room. Conversation was light while we scarfed the cheesy delicacy as if we’d never eaten in our lives.
