Page 14 of Almost Ravaged (Men of Evercrisp Orchard #1)
Chapter thirteen
Sawyer
M y phone chimes with the twinkly sound I use exclusively for dating apps. Despite being in bed, already stripped down to a tank top and panties, I pluck the device off the nightstand and unlock the screen.
One of the benefits of being a GA is having a furnished single suite in one of the newer residence halls.
My position comes with an unlimited meal plan as well, so I’ve been eating in the dining hall or at the ice arena each day.
But I’m grateful for the kitchenette and the ability to stay holed up in my room if and when I want.
Like tonight.
Most everyone who works at the arena was headed downtown to celebrate their last night of freedom before classes begin.
But Atty and Ty were wiped out from all the practices over the weekend, and since I’m still feeling the effects of our long drive to Holt, a night in to decompress sounded perfect to me.
I hold up my phone and grin at the two notifications from the Unicorn Hunter app on the screen. Anticipation swirls in my belly as I click the icon and wait for my new matches to load .
With the lack of notifications coming through over the last few days, I worried that none of my go-to apps would be fruitful here.
Unicorn Hunter is always hit or miss, but that’s mostly because of my personal requirements.
I’m picky, especially when it comes to threesomes with established couples, which is the whole point of the app.
The Unicorn Hunter app matches couples looking for a third with singles, thus helping them find their unicorn. It’s cheesy, yes, but it’s discreet.
As I read through the first profile that pops up, my intuition fires off warning shots.
I scrunch my nose at the profile pic, a torso shot of a man and woman with his arm possessively gripping the apex of her thighs.
Phrases like “birthday gift” and “fulfilling my fantasy” turn the excitement in my belly to nausea.
I quickly reject the match request and move on.
I don’t have a specific type, per se, but I like to see more inclusive language.
If it appears as though the couple created their profile together, I’m more likely to consider matching.
I’m always down for female-led profiles where it’s clear the woman is as invested as the man or may have even initiated the hunt for a unicorn.
Based on my experience, if a three-way is a shared fantasy for a couple or initiated by a woman, it’s far more likely to be an enjoyable experience for all of us. It’s when a man tries to fulfill some weird self-insert lesbian fantasy that things go south quickly.
My second match is much more appealing. The profile picture, two people kissing a stuffed unicorn, is clever. I’ll give them bonus points for that. They identify as a man and a woman, and their profile was created nearly two years ago.
The age of the profile is another green flag. More than once, I’ve found myself in an encounter where I was the most experienced person in the room, and each time, I felt more like the choreographer and coach than a participant.
If I’m meeting up with a couple from Unicorn Hunter, I want to be shared. Ravaged. Deliciously manhandled and womanhandled to the edge of my limits.
As soon as I accept the match from username CandJ, a message appears in my inbox.