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“See what I mean,” he says, making his cock jump. “I keep thinking about this beach house party, and I get hard. I’m horny as hell.”
“Well then.” I yawn. “Save it for the party.”
“Hell no,” he scoffs. “Ruby says we gotta have skin in the game. And if other pros are gonna see my skin flute in a game with y’all, it’s gotta last. I’m not gonna pop one off like a rookie.”
Colt mumbles, “What are we doing this afternoon? Like, what’s the game plan? What’s the play?”
“Hell no,” I groan. “Don’t turn group sex into a group sport with practice, plans, and plays.”
“Why not?” Colt sits up, tousling his long hair. “I’m with him. We gotta be pros, not like we’re back in college and jackhammering every hole we can have.”
“So you were a bad lay in college?”
“Yeah!” Colt schools me, his brows all bent up. “Every man is a bad lay in college. We don’t know what the fuck we’re doing. We’re just too damn excited to be doing it. It is like a sport. It takes practice. It takes knowing some plays. I’m just now getting to be a pro at it.”
“Yeah, you are,” Beau growls, rolling toward him, but Colt laughs, gently shoving him away.
“Tackle her,” he says. “You played my ass hard last night.”
Beau rolls my way, grinning, but I press my palms to his chest. “Whoa, there. I need a break, too. At least a couple of hours. At least until we eat breakfast and I call Reese.”
“Fuck.” Beau falls back on his pillow. “Congratulations. That’s an instant boner-killer.”
“Maybe so.” I toss the sheet off me. “But I mean it. I’m fixing this shit today.”
I open our bedroom door to find a gold cart, brimming with brass-covered breakfast dishes, waiting for us in the living room. A folded notecard reads.
Thank you for trusting us.
See you soon,
Zar
Colt ambles naked my way, reading the note while scratching his abs like he’s starving. Then, he lifts a lid. “Hell yeah! Blueberry pancakes.”
“Blair!” Beau shouts from the bed. “If they sent us blueberry pancakes for breakfast, that means you told Ruby about our blue alien fucks.”
I munch a slice of bacon. “I’m an innocent virgin. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Raven,” Colt grabs a plate, “you make guilty as fuck look gorgeous as hell.”
“What?” I shrug, turning to find Beau staring at me with a you’re busted grin. “We’re about to have skin in the game with Ruby, remember? What’s wrong with sharing our alien fuck tales? Hell, I write about them all the time.”
We pile onto the bed with our plates. The guys don’t want to be rude. They eat everything on the tray.
While they lie back in a food coma, I’ve had three cups of coffee, so I’m more than ready.
Colt places the call on his phone then hands it to me.
“Hey,” Reese answers.
“Hey,” I reply. “It’s me.”
She pauses before she shrieks, “Blair! Is that you?”
“Yep, roll tide roll and all that shit.”
“But… ” she stammers, her tone dropping along with her logic. “This is Colt’s number, so that means?—”
