“I see…” she replies with an inquisitive expression, like she’s trying to figure all of this out. Good luck…even I don’t understand it. “So let me get this straight. It’s just about sex, right?”
“Right.”
“And youwantto do this?”
“Of course,” I answer.
“So…what’s the problem?”
“The problem is that these are my best friends and I want this as much as they do, but what am I going to do when it’s over? What if I lose them over this?”
She steps back and twists her lips in thought. “But what if you gain them?”
“Huh?”
With a sigh, she takes a seat on the end of the bed and stares at me. “If it’s possible to lose them, then isn’t it just as possible that you gain them?”
“We’re already best friends. How could I gain them?”
“Ugh…don’t be so dense. You know exactly what I mean!”
I do, but…that thought is so far from my mind. This is just sex. It’s just a kinky thing Hunter wants. It’s not like I’m going to join…or be in their relationship or whatever. I don’t even know what that would be called.
“No,” I reply, shaking my head. “These are my best friends. And what we’re doing is just sex. We’re not going to become a throuple or anything.”
“You don’t want that?” she asks. My eyes squint and stare up at the ceiling as I think about it.
No, I don’t want that. I don’t want to settle down…although if I did, it would be with someone like Isabel.
“It doesn’t matter. He’s not bisexual. How would that even work? We’d both be with her?”
She shrugs. “Sure.”
“But that’shiswife.”
“Who he’s askingyouto fuck.”
Touché. “See, this is what I’m talking about. It’s complicated, and the sex I usually have isnotcomplicated. It’s simple. No attachments. No strings. Fuck, half the time I don’t even get their name. And that’s how I like it. This shit has too many moving parts and things to worry about.”
“But you’re still doing it,” she replies.
With a sigh, I say, “Yeah.”
I keep waiting for her to ask why, but instead, she’s nodding her head with a knowing smile. And I guess there’s not really any question why I’m doing this. I’m doing it because I want to. Because I want them.
“Come on. Your kinky couple is probably looking for you,” she says, pulling me toward the door.
With her arm linked through mine, I smile down at her. “I like you. I’m going to put in a good word and get you at Salacious.”
“I’ve never been to California,” she replies.
“It’s expensive and crowded, but we have great beaches,” I reply.
“And great men.”
“Obviously,” I say, and we both laugh as she opens the door. I’m in a much better mood than I was a few minutes ago. Until we peer down the hallway and findmy kinky couple, as she calls them, waiting for me with irritable expressions on their faces.
Hunter’s eyes dance between me and Silla while Isabel waits, nervously chewing on her lip.