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.He groaned and shuddered as he came.Monica collapsed on top of him, resting her head on his chest and listening to his heart pounding beneath her ear.She licked the salt from his skin and ran her hand up his arm, stopping to trace the blue swirls of the tribal tattoo that banded his swelling biceps.He held her and stroked his hand down her back for a few moments before gently laying her aside.He removed the used condom then lay beside her.They stared at the starless sky in blissful silence.“Is there anything we haven’t done--sexually--that you’d like to try?” he asked after a while.“Some secret fantasy? I’m up for it.I’ll do anything you want.”“No.Nothing really.” A glimpse of one of her favorite erotic fantasies flashed in her mind.He turned his head and looked at her.“You do have a wish.What is it?”“It’s embarrassing is what it is.”“Come on.” He turned onto his side, head on hand.“You don’t want me to have to start tickling do you? You’ll wake the neighbors with your screaming which would really be embarrassing.” When she still hesitated, he repeated, “You can tell me.Whatever it is I’m not going to be shocked.”“I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be in a threesome.” She half-swallowed the last word.“Everybody fantasizes about threesomes.You shouldn’t feel weird about it.A threesome with two guys or a guy and a girl?”“Two guys.At once.With, uh, me.”He was silent a moment then said, “I could arrange that if you want it.”“I don’t.It’s only a fantasy.I would never really do that.”“Why not? You should try it if that’s what you’re into.”“I couldn’t.”“I’ll introduce you to Travis.You’ll like him.It will give you a chance to meet someone new and I’ll be there to make sure you’re comfortable.If you decide you don’t want it to go any farther, that’s it.He goes home.”Ryan seemed to forget she couldn’t afford to fork out what might be over a thousand dollars to fulfill a fantasy.One escort was expensive enough and Ryan was worth every penny, but she dreaded seeing her credit card bill at the end of the month.“You think about it.” He took her hand and rubbed his thumb against the side of her palm.“But if it helps financially, I wouldn’t charge you for my, ah, services.I’d be there in an assistant capacity.”Monica turned her head to look at him.“You’d do that?”“I want to make sure you aren’t nervous or uncomfortable with someone new.”Besides which, he didn’t want her to be attached to only him.Was she that obvious? She had to guard against her feelings showing or he’d think she was a needy, love-starved woman who couldn’t tell the difference between lust and love.“All right,” she said lightly.“I’d like to try that.Maybe next week.But you don’t have to waive your payment.I can cover it.” Finances be damned, she must let him know she realized this was strictly business.“Okay.I’ll contact Travis and set something up.” Ryan said after a brief pause.Monica bit her bottom lip and stared at the sky again.For a moment there was a break in the clouds and a sliver of moon shone through.It was beautiful and she would have pointed it out to Ryan, but suddenly he felt like a stranger to her.She’d been play-acting they were a happy couple, but he really was hired help, like the dishwasher repair guy or the plumber.How could she keep forgetting that?So, fine, she would enjoy one more secret fantasy and then she would put an end to all this craziness and resume her normal life.She had it all under control.Chapter NineRyan drove a nail into the wood with several hard blows of the hammer.He was glad to be working with a real hammer and not a nail gun as he inhaled the scent of wood and mentally thanked George Wilkie for putting him on his crew.It felt good to be working with his hands again in a manly way, not in the bedroom.Sex should be for recreation or to express love.Having it become work had been just plain wrong.It was a mistake he’d never make again.Except for one last time with Monica, although she didn’t know he wasn’t actually accepting payment.He pulled another nail from the pouch and drove it in hard.This was a Catch-22 situation.If he hadn’t become a whore he’d never have met Monica, but because he’d been her whore, he couldn’t ask her out on a normal a date.She didn’t see him that way.He’d thought that was pretty clear in her attitude the other night.He remembered his promise to fix her trellis and thought that maybe after this next sexcapade was over he could use that as an excuse to go to her house in a non-sex-related capacity.Would that be too obvious? Would she be able to tell he cared?Damn! He was crushing on her again.He needed to participate in this threesome for his own good, to see Monica with another man and remind himself it was all about sex and he was replaceable.Ryan shook his head to clear the thoughts of Monica and breathed in a deep lungful of the fresh spring air.It was a beautiful day.He was outdoors in the sunshine, working hard, sweating and enjoying creating something permanent with his hands.He was between semesters so he didn’t have to worry about studying and according to the call he’d received from Rose Arbor, Gram was doing much better.Even his Jeep was running well for a change.Agonizing over sex and love and if onlys wasn’t an option on such a perfect day.Tim was right, he had to stop his chronic worrying.He lifted his hammer and drove in another nail.*“Monica, remember how much fun we used to have playing at Barb’s house when she babysat us?” Lisa braked at a stop sign and glanced over at Monica in the passenger seat.She hadn’t stopped reminiscing since picking up Monica to take her to the bridal shower.Monica was well aware her sister was chattering to try to distract her from getting caught up in worries and perhaps spiraling off into a panic attack at the idea of facing a roomful of people.“She’d let us play with her Barbies that were packed away in the basement,” Lisa continued.“I remember wondering how she could possibly be ‘too old’ to want to play with them anymore.She had such a fantastic collection of clothes plus all the cool accessories.”“The Corvette, the Dream House, the speed boat and Barbie’s Tropical Vacation Cabana,” Monica remembered.“Oh how I loved that Cabana.”“And the Cabana Boy.Remember?” Lisa laughed.“We made the best looking Ken be the Cabana Boy Barbie fell in love with while vacationing with her dull fiancé, Fred.”Monica joined in her laughter.“God, yes.Cabana Ken.Only he wasn’t really a Ken doll but some Disney prince.He was so hot.”Her spirits lifted.It was a beautiful spring day.She was with her sister on the way to a party yet felt no trace of anxiety brewing.That was fantastic.She was fantastic.The world was fantastic.And in another handful of hours she’d be having fantastic sex with not one but two fantastic looking guys.Could life be any more fantastic?When she’d confirmed the day and time with Ryan, Monica had wondered if maybe she wasn’t planning a little too much activity for one day, but she’d shrugged off her doubts and made the date anyway.Right now she didn’t foresee any trouble.She felt as if she could handle anything.Lisa turned into Aunt Helen’s driveway behind a long line of parked cars.Monica took a deep, calming breath then opened the door and stepped out.So far so good.At the front door, their aunt greeted them with an air kiss to each cheek.The noise from the living room assaulted Monica, but didn’t make one dent in her shield.It was just a lot of happy, chattering women.No reason to get nervous [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]