“I was bored.” He heard the thread of disbelief in Owen’s voice. “She was hot and naked and her breasts were…” He made a gesture with his hands to indicate their size. “She was really working for it too, grinding on my lap with an impressive amount of skill. But I was bored and it showed. I had to think about something else and give her a big tip just so she wouldn’t be insulted.”
Jeremy whistled, reaching for his beer bottle and stepping back to lean against the refrigerator. “I didn’t realize thirty-five was the cutoff date for the sex drive. Sounds like I only have three months left to enjoy myself. I’ll stock up on energy drinks right away and clear my schedule.”
“Fuck off, Porter.” Owen glared. “I have no problems with my sex drive. My mind was on other things.”
“Your drive is well known, buddy, which is why I’m surprised. What could occupy sexual legend Owen Finn’s mind so much that a naked woman on your lap couldn’t tempt you?”
“It happens.” Owen tilted his head, as if considering his words, but Jeremy saw his eyes drop to the bulge in his jeans. Damn it, he was hoping he wouldn’t notice. “But obviously not to you. If Natasha’s hype is to be believed, you’re the legend.”
Jeremy snorted in denial, but Owen wasn’t deterred. “She’s been telling me stories about your sexual adventures for a while but I never paid much attention. To be honest, when it started I thought she was making it up so I would stop asking her out. Maybe she thought I’d have a problem sleeping with my best friend’s fuck buddy. Maybe she thought I’d be intimidated by the sheer number of times you’ve convinced two people to sleep with you at once.”
“She knows you better than that. You love a challenge.” Jeremy sighed, pressing his back against the door of his fridge and tightening his fingers around his beer bottle. Of course the topic occupying Owen’s mind was Tasha, not him. He should have known it would be. Just like Jeremy, Owen wanted what he couldn’t have. “And I don’t have any claim on her, not like that. But she does like her stories. I’ve heard a few about you too. She likes to wind us up. Does her best to shock me.”
“No shit?” His friend shifted, his brow furrowing a little at that. “What does she say about me that’s so shocking?”
“True torture chamber stuff. And her delivery is what really sells it. All that’s missing is a campfire and marshmallows.”
His blue eyes had narrowed. “So she talks about what I do at the club? With you?”
“It’s Tasha, man,” Jeremy reassured him softly. “And it’s me. Don’t get all ‘What happens in Fight Club’ on me. I’m not judging.”
“Torture chamber stuff sounds like judging. You shouldn’t knock it until you’ve tried it.” Owen paused. “Have you? Any of your threesomes gone beyond the usual bedroom play? Anyone want to tie you up or spank you? Don’t tell me Tasha’s never asked.”
This was not the right conversation to get his mind off of sex. “She hasn’t, and neither has anyone else. No one would dare. You’re both aware that’s not my thing, but you know my motto. Whatever turns you on is good by me.”
“That was mine until a few weeks ago,” Owen muttered.
Damn it.
“So we are going to talk about it.” Jeremy tried to play it nonchalant, feeling anything but. “This is me, officially apologizing. We should’ve locked the door, I know. But I don’t think we scarred you for life, did we? I mean, you chain women to crosses and mark them up with a tool chest full of kink for fun. All I do is—”
“Fuck men while Tasha watches.”
Jeremy ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, well, I do that when she doesn’t watch too. I also fuck other women on occasion. I’ve got an equal-opportunity dick. It takes all comers.”
“Funny.”
He narrowed his gaze on Owen. “If I crossed a line with Natasha without knowing it, if you’re planning on seriously pursuing her, I’ll back off. I’m not trying to take anything from you. You know I would never do that.”
Owen shook his head, an expression of frustration crossing his handsome face. “No. I mean, yes, it’s never been a secret that I wanted her. Everybody wants her. Even you. Hell, even my brothers—well, you’d have to be a eunuch not to. But she has her own play partners and no interest in dating me. She knows her own mind, and the last thing I’d ever do is warn you away. She’d kick my ass or get her grandmother in Puerto Rico to curse my manhood—which is a threat she’s used on me more than once. Believe it or not, she isn’t the problem.”