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Or to be more accurate, one pleasant thing in particular.
Twelve
SLOANE
I’d had the greatest night’s sleep of my life. The most amazing breakfast. I folded every last ounce of my laundry, ran all my errands, and cleaned the apartment until it was utterly spotless.
All while gazing longingly back at my beautiful new tree.
The guys had really outdone themselves, especially when it came to picking out ornaments. They didn’t all necessarily match, but I kinda hated all the matching Drake used to do anyway. The tree represented everything that was fun in life; a randomness of color and style that you could embrace for how beautiful it truly was. It even looked better in the daylight.
Of course, I spent the entire morning thinking about last night too. About how a little wine and some flirting had led to kissing, and how that had led to something a little more.
Oh, and SO much more…
Physically and emotionally, I’d never been more turned on in my life. I wasdyingfor them last night. I could remember every touch, every caress. Every mind-numbing climax, as they held me so tightly in so many strong arms.
There was a part of me that couldn’t believe what I’d done, though. A more prim and proper part, that told me my actions had been shameless and wrong. Maybe I should’ve stopped things before they went too far. That even kissing three guys at the same time was simply way too much.
No. Screw that.
A bigger part however, welcomed what happened. I’d fulfilled one of my most sensual fantasies, and then some. The guys had taken care of me, so to speak, in every sense of the phrase. They’d been loving and selfless. Caring and giving and so incredibly generous.
I could stop there, and let the night live forever in my mind as a happy memory. I’d gone pretty fucking far, but not all the way. I’d been naughty, but I hadn’t given myself entirely over. Technically, I was ahead of the game.
Still, none of those things were my style. Halfway through the day I decided I wanted to see the guys again. I needed to know why the night had ended so abruptly. Why the three of them had left in such a hurry, when there was still so much more to do.
Driving out to the masonry yard, I swung my truck into the nearest parking space and began tracking them down. I did it quickly, before I lost my nerve. But I also did it without knowing exactly what I was going to say, which was equally important in keeping things real.
After about five minutes of wandering, I noticed Valerio working the tree lot. I waited until he’d sold and wrapped his latest tree, tying it off to a white minivan belonging to a beautiful family of four. Then I shadowed him from an adjacent line of trees and snuck up behind him.
“Those were some knots you just tied.”
He whirled in shock, his face going wide with surprise for half a second. But he recovered quickly.
“You liked them?”
“Yeah.”
“I worked the docks down in Rio Gallegos,” he said proudly, “all through my teens. You shouldseewhat I can do with ropes and knots.”
His handsome smile disarmed me, along with the sexual innuendo. It was making me blush all over again. Already I was at a disadvantage.
“You don’t know where Rio Gallegos is,” he said, folding his arms. “Do you?”
“Sure I do. It’s in Argentina.”
His whole face lit up with a smile, making him even more handsome than before. He was every bit a man — a flawless, dusk-skinned specimen of a man. But his face had a certain boyishness that was innocent and refreshing.
“Are you from down there?” I asked.
“Born in Cordoba,” he nodded.
His accent was faint, but there — an Americanized version of South American. Sexy as all fuck, too.
“Came to America when I was eight,” he went on. “Became naturalized at twelve, a full-blown citizen.”
“Congratulations,” I smiled.
