Wyatt pulls it away from me. “No one said you’re a slut, baby.”

“Yes, but the first night I met you, I had sex with both of you. Then last week I made out with, and almost had sex with, Razor. Now I’m here with you and we just had sex.” Shit, my face feels so hot.

“Baby, there is nothing wrong with liking sex and having it. You’re single, we’re single, so why the fuck should we not be fucking any chance we get?”

“Won’t he be mad that you’re here with me and that we had sex?”

There’s a knock on the door, and Wyatt climbs out of bed, slipping his jeans on, and walks toward my door while I quickly throw on my t-shirt and shorts sans bra and panties.

I follow him to the door, and when he pulls it open, Razor is standing there and looks between the two of us. I wait for him to explode, but instead he comes right in, picking me up, and once my legs are wrapped around his waist, he pulls my mouth down to his, kissing me roughly and turning me on even though I just came a few minutes ago.

What are they doing to me? You know, I’ve worked so hard to get where I am; I deserve a little fun, and that’s what I’m going to have.

I have a feeling these two are going to destroy me for any other men, and I can’t wait.

The End for Now