Page 86 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Tripod

Natalie nearly spits out her salad.

“And are they trainable? Because most men aren’t.”

“Amen,” I mutter before taking another bite. “I’m not gonna lie, I’ve never been so fucking satisfied.”

“In bed, right?” Natalie stares over a forkful of salad.

“Yes,” I laugh. “In bed. But they’re also justnice. And caring. Brody stumbled a little, but he made up for it and Miles has that golden retriever energy you read about in books, but I’ve never met a guy that I thought fit that description.”

“Just be careful he doesn’t go chasing after another bone.” She motions to me with her salad before stuffing the food into her mouth.

A text comes through on my phone and Natalie’s head shoots up.

“Fan, filming, or fuckboi?” asks Natalie, nodding to the device.

“Brody. He wants to see me tomorrow.” I stare at my phone with a grin. “His roommate’s out of town all weekend.”

“Get it, girl!”

21

Brody

Miles is in the kitchen buttering a piece of toast when I leave my office Friday morning. He’s driving to Vegas this afternoon for the long weekend to film and it’s going to give me several nights with Sophie with the house to myself.

“Gonna invite your girl over and have a fuck fest this weekend?” Miles waggles his eyebrows before taking a bite of his toast.

“Hello to you too.” I can feel the blood rushing to my cheeks.

“Calm down,” he chuckles through a mouthful of food. “I’m not asking for details.”

“Not much detail to give,” I admit, running a hand through my hair. I can’t meet his gaze, instead walking over to the dishwasher and beginning to unload it.

“Wait, what?”

“I, er, I mean I haven’t- We haven’t” I can’t continue.

“The fuck have you been doing?”

“Do I have to say it out loud?” I groan, turning to face him with a large mixing bowl in my hands.

“Yeah, you fucking do.” Miles’ toast lays forgotten on his plate. He crosses his arms and leans sideways against the kitchen island, waiting for an explanation.

“I’ve only-” I grunt in frustration, trying to find words that don’t sound ridiculous. I fail. “I’ve only eaten her out,” I grumble.

“You know there’s more to sex than that.”

“Excuse me for not diving in head first.” I roll my eyes and turn my back to him again, putting the mixing bowl in the upper cabinet.

“You definitely didn’t dive inheadfirst.” I canhearthe smirk in his voice. “That’s adorable.” He snorts. “Glad I didn’t get you that ‘no longer a virgin’ cake I was going to.”

“What about you? Still keeping it PG withyourgirl?”

“Nah, I really connected with her yesterday. ButIdon’t kiss and tell.”

“You literally just did.”

“Tomato, potato.” He pauses and I hear him chewing while I continue with my chore. “Look, just take the weekend to show her a good time. With or without your cock.”

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