Page 105 of Pucking the Team

I nodded, even more impressed at Dylan’s stamina.

“He get kinky?” Theo asked.

“Why do you want to know?” I sipped my tea. A tremble went down my spine and settled in my butthole. It was a strange sensation that matched a memory.

“You’re ours as much as his.” Theo poured coffee, but his attention was on me. “Why shouldn’t we know?”

A flush went up my chest and neck, and I pushed at the sleeves on my sweater, shoving them up to my elbows.

“Ah. That’s pretty telling.” Ben reached for my right hand and held it high. “You still have marks on your wrists. He tied you up, right?”

“Is that a problem?” I swallowed andlooked from Ben to Theo.

“No.” Theo shook his head. “As long as any pain was good pain.”

“He didn’t hurt me, not at all.”

“You sure?” Ben asked. He rubbed his thumb over the faint red marks on my wrist and a small bruise that I’d inflicted on myself by yanking at the binds.

“Yes, I’m sure. I’m not a masochist.”

“So you didn’t do anything you didn’t want to?”

“No.” I tugged my hand from Ben’s. “We had sex the way we all had sex. You knew that was going to happen and it did.”

“Not quite the way we did it.” Theo bit on his bottom lip. “That was a threesome, remember.”

“Of course I remember.” I took some bread and popped two slices into the toaster.

“We don’t mean to pry, as long as you’re okay,” Ben said.

“I’m fine. I had fun with Dylan.”

“Good.” Theo paused. “Did he use a condom?”

I stared out of the window at the sunlight reflecting on the pool.

“Did he?” Ben asked. “We did.”

Lying wasn’t in my nature. Never had been. Whenever I’d tried I’d stuttered and blushed so I knew there was no point trying. “No.”

“What?” Ben snapped.

“Fuck.” Theo slammed the refrigerator door shut. “That is so uncool.”

“It’s okay, guys.” I turned to them. “I get a six-monthly depo injection, and he didn’t come inside me anyway.”

“That’s not the point. You wanted us to use condoms so it should count for him, too.” Theo banged the milk carton onto the counter.

“Just drop it, okay.” I folded my arms with my fists clenched. “I didn’t discuss my sex with you with Dylan so why should I discuss him with you?”

The brothers looked at each other, frowns etched on their brows.

“I have a point.” I tipped my chin. “Don’t I?”

“Yeah, fair enough.” Ben shrugged. “As long as you had a good time and you’re okay.” He nodded at my wrists. “I’d prefer you to not come home with marks on you.”

I resisted saying that I’d felt very much at home with Dylan, too. It was clear he adored me and only wanted what was best for me. He’d told me he loved my smile, and unlike agents and photographers and journalists who’d said that over the years, I believed Dylan. He rarely smiled, but when I did, it brought a tilt to his lips. They twitched and curled up slightly. That was how I’d known he’d meant it.