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And of course, the boys.
Noah was right.
“Where and when?”
16
Rory
The three men in my life were keeping me up all night, and I hadn’t even met a single one of them.
I’d given them numbers because I didn’t know any of their names, barring Noah. Numbers made it sexier, somehow.
The man I almost knocked over at the bar was number one. I liked to imagine him as someone who’d take his time with me. I dreamed about getting my hands tangled in the soft mop of his hair. I wondered how his stubble would feel against my chin.
Two was the literary magnet, the man whose words could make panties drop. I mean, I didn’t know if they’d makeothers’panties drop, but hell, the things I’d do for him. He reminded me of what Noah had said during our last chat.
Dark and tempting.He was like chocolate, not the milky kind, but the really decadent, lush ones—the ones that coat your mouth and leave you hankering forjust a little more.
He was like the sky before a storm after a haze of hot days. Brooding, sexy, and somehow, the most forbidden of the lot.
Then there was number three, my Psych 101 professor. He seemed like the kind of guy who could become my best friend. No, not a best friend. Fuck, Chelsea would kill me if she could hear my thoughts right now.
I was scared of a lot of things, but I’d literally been raised by that girl, and no one frightened me more than her. Noah could come close to a best friend, though. Like, best friendadjacent.
He had a boyish charm to him. Dark hair, piercing eyes, beautiful skin—I could see him doing commercials for fake tan lotions. Except you couldn’t get that bronzed glory unless you spent days out in the sun. It was almost unfair, how pretty he was.
I wanted them all. In the depths of the night, when I was alone with my sultry novels for company, I lay back in bed and pictured them doing things to me. One liked to watch. He’d get turned on when Two taught me lessons.
Two liked a little bit of darkness. Not too much, just the elusive kind that you can’t miss when you’re in the zone between pleasure and pain. He preferred toys and he liked to see me fuck myself with them until I’d beg for more, beg for his dick inside me.
Three wanted to make me feel safe, even as we made love. And it was hot, in a different kind of way. I was his muse, and he’d fuck me like I was a treasure. Slow, hard, and sure. Three liked to take his time.
Pleasuring his muse was his most important goal.
I sighed and got up. The entire day was ahead of me, and I had to tackle astronomy first thing this morning. Why did I let Noah and Professor Taylor talk me into doing this class?
Maybe it wouldn’t be all that bad, though. I wasn’t a sucker for fate. Where had fate been when I was going crazy hunting forThe Oneor when I wanted a father around me?
Funny thing about Daddy Dearest. I didn’t even know what he looked like. All my mother ever told me about him was that he was a bigshot, and he didn’t want to be bothered by us.
Growing up, I’d pretend that one of the hosts on my favorite cooking show competition was my dad. He had this fatherly quality to him. He liked to joke with the contestants and make them feel comfortable. He was a warm hug wrapped in a person.
In an ideal world, that’s what my dad would be like too.
Get yourself together, Rory.I knew what was happening here. Whenever I’d get too emotionally turbulent, I’d start panicking about all the things in my life that were, well, wrong.
I’d make up scenarios and jump to all the worst-case scenarios, because in my head, people like me weren’t supposed to wish for or even get anything good. I had, of course, come to the point where I believed Sam was lying when he told me that.
Hell, what did he know about pleasure or women, anyway? He was just an asshole who’d come looking for an easy lay. And when he understood I’d take time to get to that level with him, he’d bolted. Not before he made me poison to the rest of the campus too, of course.
That dick.
Noah was different. He didn’t expect me to come with full knowledge of what to do. Instead, he took pleasure inteachingme. And I felt the others would be the same way. Even the third man in that chatroom, whom I hadn’t seen and didn’t know at all.
Until today, I’d really been afraid I was heading for the life of a loveless spinster. It had gone to the point where I’d begun checking my hair for strands of gray. Sure, I was still in my twenties, and I had a long way to go.
But with the kind of men I’d been around, options had just been... well, as dry as my pussy. Like the Sahara, but in a period of extra drought.
