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“I wouldn’t say I’m specifically into it,” I told him. “But I wouldn’t find it anything to be ashamed about if I was.”
He stiffly shrugged one shoulder. “I personally don’t see the attraction in it.”
“Okay.”
“My opinion is that Lacroix and Westley want each other and aren’t comfortable facing it, so they share women instead. The whole time, they’re probably imagining that they’re fucking each other.”
I highly doubted it, but it seemed better to change the subject in any case. “So, anyway—”
“Sex should be between two people, or it’s not even really sex, it’s just a bunch of people getting off on doing something taboo.”
I bristled at how he made it sound sounnatural.Slutty, even—that was what he was getting at. “I can guess what yourrealproblem is with group sex. You have to be the focal point of a woman’s attention. You don’t want to compete for it. You need her to be allabout you. There’s nothing wrong with that. But it’s also not wrong that some men don’t feel that way.”
His brows snapped together. “Are you insinuating that I’m insecure?”
“I didn’t say that. Though it wouldn’t be a negative thing if you were. Everyone has insecurities, it’s part of life. I just meanyou get off onbeing a woman’s focus. I was making the point that not all men do—that’s not taboo, it’s a simple matter of preference.”
“It’s got nothing to do with preferences. It’s a case of two gay men refusing to admit they’re gayandsome women being naïve enough to not see it so they hop into bed with them.”
“You’re calling me naïve? Suave, dude.”
Trace materialized beside my chair. “Evening, Briar.” He looked from me to Remy. “Is there a problem here?”
“No,” I replied, marveling at how I could feel both relievedanduncomfortable by his presence—well, having your hormones run amok was an annoying experience. “I’m just not feeling the vibe. It was nice to meet you, Remy.”
He rose from his chair. “Whatever,” he mumbled, walking away.
Such a precious man-child.
“What was that about?” Trace asked me.
Preferring not to get into that, I prevaricated, “He was being rude. I called him on it.” Needing to calm my body the hell down, I added, “Right, now you have to go.”
His brows shot up. “Excuse me?” he asked, the image of indignation.
I waved my hand. “Go on now, shoo.”
He did a slow blink. “Did you just … ‘shoo’ me?”
“Look, it was nice to see you and everything—especially when you’re such a pleasure to look at—but no man is going to come over and talk to me while you’re towering over me like this.”
Just then, Kaleb sidled up to Trace, but his hazel eyes were on me. No,focusedon me. Like nothing else was worth his attention.
My pulse jumped because, yeah, my system didn’t know what to do with itself right now. “Hey, Kaleb,” I managed not to croak.
He smiled, slow and sexy. “Hello again, Briar.”
Looking at him, Trace gestured at me, an amused smirk playing around the edges of his mouth. “She just shooed me.”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t be a baby. Go play.”
“We intend to,” Trace told me, his voice dropping. “And we’re hoping to play with you.”
My lower stomach fluttered and clenched.Well, damn.“My mother’s behavior at the ball didn’t make you decide to avoid me?”
“No. Though I think that was her hope.”
I licked my lips. “If I go with you, she’ll find out. A couple of her friends are here—I noticed them earlier. They’ll report back to her.”
