Page 21 of Four on the Floor: A Menage Romance

This is at least as good as Dalton’s kiss, I think.

And then I freeze. What the hell am I doing?

There are words for girls who make out with every guy in sight, and none of those words are nice ones. I shouldn’t have made out withoneof my fellow artists — making out with two is completely insane.

“What is it?” Cash asks, his thumbs underneath my shirt, stroking my waist.

I shake my head, turning away.

“I kissed Dalton already,” I blurt out.

There’s a split-second pause.

“And?” Cash asks.

“And… I can’t kiss you too,” I say, not quite sure how to explain it.

“I think you just did.”

“No, I mean I’m not that kind of girl. I don’t just make out with guys all the time, I’m not easy or slutty or anything like that, I haven’t even had sex since my last boyfriend broke up with me for the girl he was cheating on me with,” I say, the words coming out in a rush. There’s nothing I can do to stop them.

“Who said anything about being easy or slutty?” Cash asks, his voice perfectly cool and calm, his thumbs still stroking my sides, sending little sparks of anticipation flying over my skin. “You can kiss whoever you want.”

“I know, it’s just — impolite?” I say, starting to grasp at straws.

Cash just laughs again.

“I’m not bothered by you kissing Dalton as long as you’re kissing me as well,” he says. “We share lots of stuff. I even lent him my toothbrush once.”

“Ew,” I say. “And I’m not a toothbrush.”

He kisses me again, deeply, his tongue probing my mouth, his hands sliding up my back under my shirt.

“No,” he says. “You’re way more fuckable than a toothbrush.”

I can’t help myself. I’m fully aware that I should probably not be doing this, but I kiss him again. I kiss him and wrap my legs around him and he unhooks my bra, pushes it off my breasts, palms my nipples under my shirt. I gasp and moan softly, rocking myself against him.

Cash pulls back, biting my lower lip as he does.

“I’ve never once,” he says, his voice ragged. “Gotten a raging hard-on from a toothbrush.”

He grabs my hand and guides it to his still-clothed cock, and my eyes go wide.

Maybe my ridiculously large dildo isn’t all that ridiculous.

Maybe it’s an average-sized dildo and I’ve been dating the wrong guys?

Cash just chuckles, rolling my nipples between his fingers.

“In fact, I’ve never done any of the things to a toothbrush that I’m about to do to you,” he goes on, and lifts my shirt and bra over my head. “I’ve never eaten a toothbrush out in a laundry room. I’ve never told it to say my name.”

He kisses me hard, pushing me backward until I’m lying on the cool metal table, topless.

“And I’ve definitely never fucked one in its tight little pussy until came all over my cock.”

Holy shit, I can’t believe the things coming out of Cash’s mouth right now. Where’s the guy who brought my bags up and said he was raised to be helpful?

“Were you always this dirty?” I whisper.

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