“Woah, who said anything about degradation?” Elian looks affronted. “We said pampered and adored, that’s all.”
“Come on, you’re trying to tell me this isn’t about some kinky group sex shit? I’ve seen porn, guys. I know what’s up.” Honestly, I’d never watched any sort of group sex porn, but I’m trying to appear more worldly.
Sandro laughs, great booming peals that come straight from his gut. “You think I want to do anything remotely sexual in the presence of these two?” He gestures between his brothers. “That’s a hundred percent guaranteed to make my dick soft. No, thank you.”
“Yeah, that’s a pass for me,” Elian adds.
“No one here has the sort of scenario you’re describing in mind,” Vincente answers with a smirk. “If that’s something you want, we could discuss it. But what we’re looking for is someone who would want to be with all three of us, like a family. Each of us would have our own date nights, but also spend time together. We’re close, as brothers go. We’d love a woman who wants to be a part of that.”
“So, what do you think?” Elian prompts.
“You want me to decide right now, after you’ve dressed me up like a barbie, brought me out on a ship in the middle of the ocean, and plied me with champagne?”
“No, of course not,” Sandro’s voice is soothing. “We’re just wondering what you think of the idea, and if you think you might be interested in trying it out.”
My brain is definitely a little fuzzy now, but I can’t miss the fact that all three of my college crushes-slash-fantasies are sitting with me on a giant yacht, sipping champagne, and offering themselves to me in one deliciously sexy package of winner-take-all. My thoughts drift back to Carmen and what she said in the bathroom.“If there’s only one winner, I’m going to claim the crown.”
Does this mean that winner could be me?
My head is swimming with so many thoughts, I struggle to pin any of them down.
“I dunno, guys, this is… a lot. I mean, Elian, I feel like I know you pretty well, and Sandro, we had one class together three years ago. Vincente… I barely know you at all.”
“We’re not looking for any kind of commitment right now, no worries,” Vincente soothes. “We just want you to consider the possibility. How about this: We’re going on a boat ride tomorrow, just cruising to the Bahamas and back, one-day trip. Why don’t you come with us?”
“This boat?”
“Yeah, this boat. It’s a couple hours to get there, then we weigh anchor and hang out, swim, ride jet skis, and then sail back by sunset. You can spend the day with all three of us and see how it feels.”
“That sounds… good,” I admit. “I don’t have any plans tomorrow. It’s not like an enormous party again, is it?” I glance down at my dress. “I don’t have another one of these for backup.”
Elian laughs. “No, tomorrow’s a casual day. Boat day. Wear your swimsuit and a pair of shorts. Bring sunscreen and a floppy hat. It’ll be fun.” He wraps an arm around my shoulders and squeezes, and I lean into him.
“Okay, I’m in.”
“Excellent,” Sandro grins.
“On one condition,” I add.
“Oh no, we’re in for it.” Despite the serious tone, I can tell Vincente is teasing.
I punch him in the arm, and he smirks.
“What’s your condition?”
“I want more scallops.”
* * *
Because of my tipsy status, Vincente puts me back in the limo and instructs the driver to take me all the way home. He promises I’ll be picked up at six am sharp, and then returned to get my car in the work garage after our yacht trip.
He also tells me to bring my passport, just in case we want to go ashore in the Bahamas.
My mind pings a million miles an hour on the drive home.
I can’t believe I was just on a freaking yacht!
Oh my god I drank too much champagne.