As we play a more even match, my mind skitters through many different ends to this wedding. I could end up back in my own bed, sweaty from playing table tennis. I could go back to the wedding and dance with all the girls from my table. Maybe I could end up hooking up with one of these guys, but how could I choose? Or there's the other option. I could do what I've been fantasizing about for way too long and proposition these sexy men into a night of debauchery.
It's what I want. It's what I want so badly that I'm struggling to keep my focus on the game. But can I really do it?
I mean, I know I can ask the question. Would I care if they said no? Not really. I'm only here for a few more days, and this hotel is big enough that I could avoid them if I really wanted to. It's not likely that I'll see them back home either, except at Natalie's future functions. I can cope with that. But what if they said yes? What if they agree and I'm not enough? What if they're pros at this? Maybe it runs in their family. If they've done it before, they won't be expecting a sharing novice.
Natalie hasn't disclosed much about her sex life, but I've watched a few naughty videos online, and I've got a good idea of what one woman has to do to please three or four men. Some videos were much rougher than I'd want. I guess they're the ones aimed at men. What I haven't seen are videos that show three or four men working to please one woman. I mean, we all know that porn doesn't often involve real orgasms for female participants, and it's the real orgasms that I'm hungry for.
Hungrier than a wolf.
"She's good," Karter says as I score another point against the twins. Holden holds his hand up for me to high five, and Harris is laughing to himself.
"You guys are seriously getting played by a girl."
"Hey," Kane says seriously. "Less of that, dude. You sound like some kind of a chauvinist douchebag."
Harris has the decency to look contrite, raising his palms. "I just mean Connie's tiny compared to you guys, and she still hits the ball with more power and spin than any of you can manage."
Kane rests his bat on the table. "I think Connie has shown us all that she's very talented."
"I'm sure you have plenty of great talents too," I say hopefully. He winks and looks toward the wedding, where the music is playing loudly.
"Can I show you my talent for ordering shots?" he asks. "And maybe after, for throwing some shapes on the dance floor. And maybe after that…" His voice trails off, but when his gun-mental eyes meet mine, the missing words are strikingly obvious. After that, he intends to show me just how talented he is at fucking. Forget catching the bouquet. I've caught at least one sexy man on my hook.
"Shots sound amazing," I say, returning his wink. As I slide my shoes back on, I watch the brothers glancing at each other out of the corner of my eye. There is definitely some silent communication going on. Maybe they're thinking that Kane has scored, and they should all be searching for their own vacation flings. Maybe they have girlfriends and aren't looking for anything at all. Maybe they're thinking something else entirely. The not knowing is killing me. If I could be granted a super skill right now, it would be for mind reading.
As we start to make our way back to the reception, I slide my hand through Holden's arm. "We make a good team," I say, hoping he'll catch what I mean, and I can get a better indication of where this is headed.
"Well, I'm a good team player," he says. There's no suggestiveness in his voice or obvious wink like I got from Kane, but when his free hand rests over mine in the nook of his elbow, I know that my hopes aren't totally in vain.
Natalie might not be the only one going to be with more than one hot lover tonight.
3
I’m standing at the bar with Holden and Harris to my left and Karter and Kane to my right. The barman approaches, glancing from side to side and then at me, his dark eyebrow arching. “I can take your order?” he says.
“Yes,” Kane says decisively. “We’ll have ten shots of tequila.” There’s a groan from all of Kane’s brothers, but it doesn’t prompt him to change anything. Instead, he laughs and gives me a knowing wink. “You know, Connie, they’re pretending they don’t like tequila, but all of our best nights out have involved knocking back a few too many of these shots.”