“Do you do that all the time?” I asked, considering maybe I was just one in a long line with them.
“Phone sex?” Bennett asked.
I nodded.
“If you were anyone else, we’d have fucked you.”
My mouth fell open and I narrowed my eyes. What? Of course. I wasn’t good enough. Fine. Fine.
“Fine,” I said, trying to slide off the counter and to leave. It was my go-to saying when I didn’t want to talk, and every man should learn nothing was actually fine.
“Slow your roll and listen,” Cash said, putting his hand on my arm. “You’re not anybody. You’re the one we want. We’re here with you, right where we want to be.”
“Yeah, I’m not a good lay. I’m aware,” I snapped. Realizing I was sitting there with my boobs hanging out, I tugged up the strap of my bra, put my hands through the arm holes of my dress, put it back up on my shoulders.
“You’re doing just fine, Angel. Do you want to know why we didn’t fuck you last night? Trust me, we wanted to,” Bennett said.
“Another notch in your belt?” I countered.
Cash took hold of my sloppy bun, tugged it gently so I was forced to look at both of them. The move was surprising and made me hot, even in my anger.
“Don’t disrespect yourself like that. We won’t have it. You’re not another notch on a belt, dammit.”
All heat was gone from Bennett’s eyes. In place was anger, cold and fierce. “You weren’t ready last night. You’re not ready now.”
“I am.”
Bennett stared at me wide-eyed. “Then what’s with this?” he asked, setting a hand on my closed knees. A piece of paper wouldn’t fit between.
“It’s… it’s embarrassing,” I replied.
“Oh, you’re on your period? We can do other things to get you off,” Cash added.
I blushed furiously. I thought there was nothing more embarrassing than what I did, but now I realize it’s possible. “God, it’s not my period. I’ll have you know I have an IUD and I don’t get one.”
I swear they both glowed with happiness. Non-stop sex with no chance of getting pregnant. Men.
“Then what is it?” Cash asked, releasing my hair. “A working uterus isn’t embarrassing. You don’t have to hide your body from us. You’re gorgeous.”
I warmed at Cash’s praise and it made me relax. A little.
“I… I wanted to do something for you… there.” I couldn’t meet their eyes again, but I placed both hands in my lap. Their eyes were drawn to them.
“Angel, just tell us or I’ll think you’ve got a plug in your ass or a clit piercing,” Bennett said.
My eyes lifted to his. A plug in my— “I tried to wax. I thought you might like me to be bare.”
They didn’t say anything for a moment. Cash reached for my waist, lifted me up and Bennett tugged the coveralls out from beneath me, then worked them all the way off as Cash sat me back down on the counter.
“Your pussy’s bare for us?” Cash asked.
Each of them set a hand on my knee and pulled, opening me up for them. My hands were still in my lap and my dress covered me, although not a lot since I hadn’t done up the buttons and the hem was high on my thighs.
I shook my head but didn’t say anything. I couldn’t get the words out. Perhaps they sensed it because Bennett said, “You don’t have to tell us, but you are going to show us. Okay?”
His head was tipped down, so he was close. I bit my lip, nodded. Maybe just showing would be easier than saying the words explaining what I’d done.
As their hands slid up each of my thighs, I held my breath. My panties came into view and Cash tucked his pointer finger into the elastic side and slid it over.