“Bonita, does it make me selfish if I don’t want to share you?”
She seemed to ponder the question a moment before answering. “If you’d asked me that question two days ago, I would have said, no, of course not. But now, honestly, I don’t know.”
“Yeah, I have my doubts, too,” I said.
“Does it make me selfish if I can’t choose among you? If I want you all?”
I thought over the question a moment. “Selfish, I don’t know. It does make you indecisive, though.”
She chuckled. “Then I choose you all. How’s that for indecisive?”
She asked me to think about it, then she excused herself and told me to meet her in the Polar Trinity in twenty minutes. She was going to convene The Savage Seven: a “team meeting,” she called it. I didn’t know if she meant a meeting or if it was the best euphemism I’d heard in a long time. Either way, we shared a laugh.
I lay there on the sofa, thinking, not about “could I share her?” but about “when can we start?”
11
Bonita
Whoever came up with the term “things can change in a New York Minute” had obviously never spent any time in Iceland. Since arriving here, I had made a new best friend; my long-time friend had confessed his desire for me; we had uncovered a corporate spy ring; oh, and I had filmed a sex scene between a woman and her harem of seven men.
And that was just the first twenty-four hours!
As much as Greta had been encouraging me to finally lose my virginity, I didn’t think she had intended me to lose it to seven men. But that was just the idea that had been stirring in me since seeing Sasha and her men together.
I convened the team for a meeting in the Polar Trinity. We talked about the new angle we were going with for the documentary. Good thing Ken had brought along a few hidden cameras.
While Landon and Christian were debating just how far we could go in infiltrating and filming the Fay Energy conspiracy, I pulled Noah to the side.
“I don’t want to tell them about Sasha’s arrangement,” I said.
“You don’t? But I thought—”
“I want you to tell them.” I unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt and ran my fingers through his chest hair. I didn’t care if the others saw. “I’m going into the bedroom now.” I ran my fingers along his jawline. “I’m going in there a virgin.” He gulped. “And when I come back out tomorrow morning—late tomorrow morning—I will not be coming out a virgin.”
My hands ran from his jaw down to his chest.
“You heard the story I told you. You know what I want.”
He gulped and nodded.
My hands ran from his jaw to his crotch.
“Can you make that happen?”
I didn’t wait for his response. I knew he would come through. And judging from the impressive bulge in his pants—in more ways than one.
I turned and sauntered into the bedroom.
I laid myself down on the bed, but after a minute, I got right back up. I was trying to play it cool, but inside I was a nervous wreck. How do people do this? What am I supposed to do?
I knew how to flirt. I knew how to make a man want me. But then what?
I went, instinctively, to the curtains. I took a peek, but it was night. There was no sun to give me a tinge of hurt, though I suspected that was coming—and more than just a tinge.
I slipped into the bathroom and washed my face. As I was inspecting myself in the mirror, there came a light knock at the door: Noah’s knock.
I switched off the light and opened the door.
“Hello, beautiful,” he said. He kissed me softly on the lips and stroked my arm. “How are you feeling?”
I was very confused by the question. Why was he asking me how I was feeling? Weren’t we supposed to be having sex?
“I thought you were talking to the guys,” I said.
“I did.”
“That was fast.”
He brushed the hair from my face and kissed me on the cheek. “They didn’t need much convincing.”
Noah led me to the bed.
I stood facing it. Noah was behind me. He wrapped me in his arms and unbuttoned my blouse. He teased my hardening nipples while dotting my neck with soft kisses.
He slid my pants down to my ankles.
I stepped out of them.
He stroked my wet pussy while kissing my back and shoulder.
“Ow,” I said, though his biting kisses on my shoulder didn’t hurt but surprised me.
His hand slid up the back of my leg, squeezed my ass, then slid up my back, bending me over the bed.
I didn’t want him to take me from behind, but I was too nervous to say anything.
His mouth glided down my back while his hands caressed my legs and my crotch. He eased me onto the bed, and I turned to face him.