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“Some crime show. I don’t even remember what it was called.”

Trace nods.

“I’ve gone down that rabbit hole before. Once you see the beginning, you have to know how it ends.”

I laugh.

“Exactly! Next thing I knew, I was eight episodes in solving the cases like I’m a detective.”

“You’re probably a better detective than the people on TV. They always seem to miss something.”

“Seriously! Sometimes I yell at the screen when they’re being extra dense.”

Tanner settles down next to me and hands me a glass filled with an amber liquid. “I went with something simple. Whiskey neat. Is that okay?”

“Perfect,” I say. I’ve never liked those fancy, fruity drinks. And whiskey will help calm my nerves. Sitting in the living room with three attractive guys has me on edge, especially because I have no idea what’s happening. “Did you guys still want to go tour the town? There’s a park--”

“Actually,” Tag interrupts. “We were thinking we could stay in and get to know each other.”

“Oh,” I squeak, melting under his intense gaze. “Okay.”

Tanner puts a hand on my leg, sending shivers through my skin.

“We’ve been wanting to ask you, Kendall. Why are you still a virgin?”

My heart sinks. Of course they want to know this. They probably think it’s gross or weird. I’m a mystery they want to solve, and then they’ll send me on my way.

I shrug, ignoring the pain in my chest.

“Boys have never been interested.”

Tanner sits back, his expression wry.

“I don’t believe that one bit.”

“Look at me,” I say quietly. “I know I’m a big girl. My figure has never been popular. I’m no one’s type.”

I look up to meet their eyes and find a heat and intensity that was missing before.

“You’re beautiful, Kendall,” Tanner growls. He pulls my head towards his, kissing me hard. I squeak in surprise, but quickly melt into him. He slides me down so my back is on the couch with Tanner hovering above me as our kiss deepens. His hands roam over my body, sneaking up under my skirt, but never going as far as I want him to.

Surprisingly, Tag and Trace don’t jump in. They watch our make-out session like a spectator sport.

“Absolutely gorgeous,” Tanner says, his hand on my stomach. He moves up under my shirt, stopping at my bra. “And you’re wearing far too many clothes.”

I sit up so Tanner can take off my shirt, and then my bra. He dips his head low, taking my nipple between his lips. I fall back down, laying on the couch once again.

“Oh, yes,” I moan. “Suck harder.”

Tanner obeys, applying more pressure to my tender nub. I writhe beneath him while pushing my chest into his face. My pussy tingles. I might cum just by him sucking my nipple!

Suddenly, Tanner pulls away. His fingers brush my hips until they find the zipper to my skirt. He slides it slowly down my legs, peppering my thighs with kisses as he does. My panties are drenched when he removes those, too.

I am all too aware that I’m completely naked. I tug at the hem of Tanner’s shirt, forcing it up over his head. He takes the hint and pulls down his pants and boxers, too.

His hard cock stands at attention. I reach out and touch it.

“Baby, that’s good,” he says as my thumb brushes over the tip. I’ve never felt a man’s hardness before, and my fingers wander experimentally. It’s hotter than I expected, with a sheath of smooth skin over pure steel.