“At the same time?” I ask, leaning in for the answer, morbidly intrigued.
A nod. “In our junior and senior years. A few times since, but we tend not to these days.”
I pout as if that’s all a terrible shame. “Threesomes are fun.” Well, the first three I had were. The last one not so much. That experience has put me off them for a while.
Just then, Brecken enters the room on near-silent feet, moving next to his friends, but also slightly apart. “Threesomes with two guys?” Brecken asks.
“Yes.”
“The Norwegians?” Luca queries.
I smile ruefully. He seems to think it’s okay to ask me personal questions, and I seem to find it normal to be asked them and answer. Communicating your likes and dislikes is the fastest way to phenomenal sex. Sometimes, you’re still let down, the chemistry not quite there. But there are bucket loads of it in this cabin. “Not the first time. The first time they took turns. But the second time was a threesome. A colleague at WM, who was after the same promotion as me, overheard me telling a friend. She went straight to the CEO and told him, that’s why I lost my job.” I switch my attention to Brecken. “Can I get you a coffee?”
“Sure, and a helping of whatever else you’ve been talking about.”
“Winter’s rampant sex life.”
I scoff. “And yours,” I remind Reuben, pressing buttons on the machine for Brecken’s drink. “All those college girls you had.”
“How many threesomes have you had?” Luca asks.
“Not that many. Four, most at college.”
“So what’s your take on a boyfriend?”
“My take?”
“Yeah, do you normally date?” Luca clarifies. “Want a special guy?”
Another loaded question. He’s good at those. I lean my back against the counter behind me, letting my eyes skip from one man to the next.
They are beautiful. Just having their undivided attention makes me feel so desired. And I’m drenched down there, throbbing and achy and ready to bang. But unlike guys I’ve met before who might’ve needed some support and direction with a woman, each one of these guys is a king of their own making. I don’t need all three at once, or even two together. If my time with Luca told me anything, it’s that I can barely handle one on my own. And if I doubted that Brecken and Reuben could match Luca, last night’s kisses blew that thought out of the water.
These guys do not hold back. They'll deliver all the mind-numbing, body-trembling experience I need in one hit, but boy do I want to see what I could handle if they teamed up.
I think back to Luca’s question and give it to him straight. “To be honest, I’m not one for boyfriends. I had a couple in high school, but I didn’t like the whole exclusive-commitment-possessive-jealous vibe. My attention drifts. I like variety.”
Luca gives me all of his attention, his eyes like lasers. I’m not sure he’s moved a single muscle since I started talking. But then his eyes drift to Brecken.
“During college, there were a few boys that I bed-hopped with, none of whom wanted a girlfriend either. It was just casual, and it worked.”
Personally, I don’t know why more women aren’t into it. My way is straightforward. There are no demands, other than the ones you make then and there.
“I think monogamy works for lots of people because it’s safe and contained, something to own,” I voice softly. “I’d like something to own too, but I’ve never wanted to limit myself to a single choice.”
Feeling studied like a bug under a microscope, I cook some eggs. Soon after they’ve eaten, they put on their ski gear and head for the slopes, while I get to work in the cabin, making beds, cleaning bathrooms, and replacing towels. I stock up the kitchen with some options for lunch. As breakfast was so delayed, they plan to return at about two o’clock for a late lunch, and then kick back for the rest of the afternoon.
After cleaning up all the fallen needles from the Christmas tree, I add some water to the pot, admiring the red and gold decorations. At midday, I scroll through my cell for the contact details for this company I’ve been trying to reach. I figure with the time difference, that someone should be in the office. And with them ignoring my emails, calling them is my only option.
Frustratingly, all I get is voicemail. I leave an angry, threatening string of words, asking them to call me. Desperately wanting some kind of response, I send them another email, re-stating my threats about a lawyer. I guess I need to appoint one to follow through on my ultimatum, otherwise, I just look like a fool. Problem is, it’s going to cost me some serious money, and I’m unsure which of the three companies I’ve reached out to is the better option.
After a few more chores, I graze on some salad and try not to cry about my hopeless situation with the revenge porn site. The video of me and my ex didn’t come to light until the day I was fired from WM. When a guest first told me about it, bringing the video up on his phone because it was one of his favorites, I was ready to vomiteverywhere.
I knew the video existed, but Levi assured me he’d deleted it, even from his storage. When I checked his phone to confirm, I felt secure.
That fucker lied to me. He’d probably already emailed it to himself and saved it elsewhere.
Being a masochist, I stream the video directly from the porn site to the TV screen in the main room. It’s only eleven minutes long, but Levi and his friend, Hal, were raring to go that day. At that stage, I’d been seeing Levi for a few weeks. He wanted to make things exclusive, but I wasn’t interested in that. A few days later, I met up with him and his friend, Hal, and we immediately hit it off. He was sexy, differently so to Levi, and after sinking too many tequilas, the idea of a three-way got floated.