Page 11 of The Wrong Pick


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“Not normally, but I’m in Vegas so I’m up for anything,” Rob says.

“I asked because I’m straight. I don’t have a problem with it if you are, but I don’t want you coming here thinking it’s going to be like that with us.”

I nod my agreement trying not to imagine Rob between Neal’s legs licking my ass while I bounce up and down on Neal’s dick. Wouldn’t he end up licking Neal’s balls or ass too? Just from the position? Besides, I definitely don’t want his tongue on my ass. Anywhere on my ass. Maybe the first guy. Danny. I wish he was available tonight.

“All good. I understand. Yea so, just text me what she wants to drink and I’ll meet you at your hotel in a few minutes.”

“Let me talk to her first, and then I’ll let you know,” Neal replies, his eyes jumping to me.

“Okay, great,” Rob says before Neal hangs up the phone.

“Well,” Neal exhales. “What do you think of him?”

“I like Danny better,” I say instantly.

“Do you want to wait until tomorrow night to do this so you can have Danny?” he asks.

“We have plans with your cousin tomorrow night, remember? She’s supposed to be taking us out.”

“Right, I forgot about Julia. Yea, I promised her we’d hang out if we ever came to town. Okay, it’ll have to be tonight. Well, let’s call this last guy and see what he says.”

The last guy isn’t available until tomorrow as well. He’s very nice. He has the kindest face I’ve ever seen, and a genuine smile. My disappointment is almost tangible when we get off the phone with him.

Neal stares at me for a while. “I’m fine with whatever you want to do. We don’t have to do this this weekend. We can try again some other time.”

I shake my head. “No, what other time will be as convenient to bring our fantasy to life? I mean, we’re in Vegas. We could do it and disappear without ever having to worry about seeing the guy again.”

I sit up, cradling my breasts as the weight of them spilled forward. Rob doesn’t seem so bad, and he’s going to bring a bottle. I’m not attracted to him at all, but does that matter? Neal is going to be here too, and I can lose myself in him.

“Text Rob and tell him to bring a bottle of Hennesy,” I decide. That’s definitely the quickest decision I ever made in my life, but this is a prime opportunity. We’ve fantasized about doing this for so many years.

“Are you sure?” Neal asks. I nod, refusing to second guess myself.

If we don’t make this happen this weekend, we’ll never do it. Our town is too small to hook up with someone without ever running into them again. I always worry that word will get around to our families about what we’re up to. That’d be so humiliating.

Neal texts Rob while I sit there twisting my wedding ring around and around my finger.

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