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“I know that’s true.”
“If you won’t do this for me, do it for you. You need to get laid. How long has it been now?”
“Ugh,” she groaned, unable to remember if it was early last year or the year before. Either way, the hookup hadn’t been worth the effort she’d put into getting ready for it. The next day she decided to ditch real dicks and just buy a fancy vibrator. It had cost her a pretty penny, but she’d had zero regrets—until now. She had a feeling her previously beloved rod-o-pleasure wasn’t going to be nearly as satisfying now.
Not when all she could think about was her three, big-dicked bikers.
“Fine. I’ll go.”
“Yay!”
She rolled her eyes at Marisol’s cheer.
“Don’t get too excited,” Elena warned. “I’m not saying anything’s gonna happen.”
“Boooooooo.”
“Seriously?” she laughed as her friend continued with the annoying sound for an excessive amount of time.
“I’ve never been more serious in my life, ‘Lena. If anyone deserves the devotion of three men, it’s you. Now get off the phone and go get ‘em.”
“If you follow that up with a ‘yeehaw’ I’m hanging up.”
“Party pooper.”
“Oh my god.” Elena stopped in her tracks. Standing outside the restaurant, were her three deliciously hot bikers. “They showed up.”
“Of course, they showed up,” Marisol said with a giggle. “Why wouldn’t they?”
Elena blinked. Where should she start?
“I can think of a few reasons,” she whispered unable to keep a flood of insecurities from running through her mind. The first one being that she wasn’t their type—according to the photographic evidence she’d seen. Elena wasn’t even close. Her legs were short, she had more than one chin, and her curvy bits had succumbed to gravity a long time ago. If she were to lay on her back, her tits were in her armpits. She was the total opposite of the bombshell in their phone.
“Stop it right now,” her best friend ordered. “You are an amazing woman and I’m not saying that just because you’re like a sister. You’re funny, smart, gorgeous, and a million other things I don’t have time to list, ‘Lena. You’re a fucking catch.”
“Sure, I am,” she mumbled, going along with the pep talk her friend was determined to deliver.
The scenario Marisol was spinning sounded like something straight out of the dirty books they read. Realistically though,shit like that didn’t happen. That’s why those books were always in the fiction section.
“You got this, bish.”
“If you say so.”
“Just keep an open mind.”
“I will,” she answered despite knowing it was already a lost cause.
Her brain wouldn’t let her keep an open mind even if she tried. She’d been through too much shit for that to happen, starting with her fucked up childhood. The emotional trauma her parents had doled out on a regular basis made sure of that. There was no shaking the abandonment issues that stemmed from her past.
Nobody wanted her—nobody ever had.
“Have fun and call me later,” Marisol ordered, pulling Elena out of her head and back into the present.
“Love you,” she replied, startled to find herself surrounded by big, bulky, bodies.
How the fuck did that happen?
She gulped.
