Page 105 of My Rules

“Grayson,” Michelle calls. “Hope you’re warming yourself up out there.”

I puff air into my cheeks. What the hell is wrong with me lately?

I thought that if anyone could pull me out of my funk, it would be these two.

Snap out of it.

I haven’t had sex in four weeks, and sure, a piercing has had some hand in that, but deep down I know who’s had a bigger one.

And I can’t even like her.

Because she doesn’t feel the same.

The tap turns off, and I hear the girls giggling and chatting as they slip into the water. We’ve had hundreds of baths together, the three of us.

Some nights we spend hours in there. Talking, fucking, taking turns—you name it, and it happens.

Lately, though . . . something’s missing.

And I would love to blame the girls, or the situation, or anything really, but the truth is ...

It’s me.

Something’s changing in my DNA, and like a train barreling toward a broken track, I can feel myself unraveling with no idea how to put the brakes on.

I need to sort my shit out.

Fast.

I drag myself up off the couch and walk into the bathroom. The girls are naked and in the water. Big, beautiful breasts and bare skin. Normally I’d be rock hard and in there.

Tonight . . . nothing.

Michelle gets up on her knees and curls her finger in a come-here signal. “Grayson,” she whispers darkly. “Get over here. I’ve missed you.”

I can’t do this.

“Bad news.” I walk over and lean down and kiss Michelle first and then Sara. “I’ve got to go.”

“What?” They both flinch.

“I’ve got an emergency at work,” I lie.

“We’ll be quick.” Sara stands, and water sloshes over the sides. “Get in here.”

“Ten minutes.” Michelle grabs for me. “Seriously, I’ll make you come in three pumps.”

I step back, out of her reach. “Sorry, guys, rain check.” I turn, and to the sound of their protests, I hotfoot it out of there. I march to my car, get in, and take off at top speed, as if I’m being chased by a wild animal.

In essence, I am; a horny woman is not to be messed with. Two of them is a disaster.

I grip the steering wheel with white-knuckle force. I cannot believe I just did that.

What the actual fuck is wrong with me?

I drive and drive, and I don’t even know where to go because that has never happened to me before, and what now?

Where’s the fun guy who loves to punish naughty girls?

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