“I wish I would have met you guys two years ago,” I say with a little laugh. “I would have fucking adored feeling loved like this back then, you know? The only problem is, you wouldn’t have gone for me back then.”
Eric and Chase give each other a glance and then stare at me, moving in closer.
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Chase says.
“I’ve thought about it from the start, Kara,” Eric adds. “It’s not just about looks with you—we just hit the jackpot in that regard. We love you for more than just your body…” He runs his hand up my thigh, cupping my hip with his finger. “Although, we do love your body a whole fucking lot.”
I heave a sigh. “I’ve never felt loved like this before.”
“I can’t imagine why not,” Eric strokes my hair. “You’re a fucking catch.”
“You guys already know I grew up with a single mother,” I begin.
“Right,” Chase nods in confirmation.
“She was beautiful…” I trail off nostalgically, remembering the curls of her hair and the way her eyes sparkled when she smiled. “So beautiful that she was always trotting off to modeling shoots and leaving me behind.”
Okay, so I’m a little bitter about it still—but that’s not why I’m telling them this story.
“I basically used food as my only form of comfort,” I admit for the first time in my life…out loud…to anyone.
“Eating made me feel better when I was lonely or nervous, wondering if my mom was ever going to come back.”
“A lot of people do that, Kara,” Chase tells me. “You aren’t alone.”
“You’ll never be alone again,” Eric says and rubs my back, sending shivers of pleasure over my skin.
“Yeah, it’s a great thing I have you two to fall back on instead of food,” I joke. “I’ll take orgasms over a cheeseburger any day.”
“We’ll give you all the attention you crave,” Chase says with lust in hi
s eyes. He strokes my thigh, and I can tell he’s getting hard again.
“I guess I’m just needier than most women,” I laugh. “Sexually, emotionally—the whole nine yards.”
“You’re perfect,” Eric says. “You have a huge heart, with twice as much love to give.”
“That’s why you have two of us,” Chase agrees. “You’re never going to feel too needy ever again. Not in your fucking life, babe.”
I squeezed their hands, nestled in between them.
Maybe they’re right.
Maybe fate really is on our side.
With the pageant coming up in just a few days…only time will tell.
Chapter 32
Eric
The fucking bartender at this hotel bar keeps eyeing us up and serving us free whiskies on the house, which I’m taking to mean he’s got the wrong idea here.
I know how it fucking looks. Chase and I are two fit, handsome, wealthy-looking guys and the dude behind the bar thinks if he plies us with enough top-shelf booze and lingering looks throughout the night, he might be able to make this two-way a three-way.
Poor guy is shit outta luck.
“Yeah, I just fuckin’ love boobs, man,” Chase says, derailing our conversation for the sixth time tonight in the hopes that the poor bastard might take a hint. “Boobs and pussy for me, y’know? Just love me some fine, hot, female genitalia.”