Page 31 of A Fine Line

I’m so enraptured by the scene unfolding in front of me that Dare’s bark of laughter startles me. Then he leans in, and whispers close to my ear, “You’re fucking jealous.”

I jerk away from him, shaking my head and muttering, “I am not.”

Darius throws his head back and laughs loudly, drawing the attention of both women. Carolina giggles, embarrassment evident on her face, and then Nettie laughs as she says something else to Carolina before getting to her feet. She walks across the room toward us, and we both straighten in our chairs, not having the first fucking clue why she’s coming over here.

She stops in front of me and says, “I need you.”

We both stare at her questioningly, and I glance at Dare and then back at Nettie, not knowing what to say. Dare doesn’t seem to be bothered at all as he leans back in his chair, watching her with that same small smile and soft look in his eyes. Mostly, he looks proud of her, which seems rather strange to me, but what the fuck do I know about their relationship.

Finally, he says, “Are you being helpful, baby girl?” Nettie beams at him and nods, and then he adds, “Do you need me to go?”

I gape at him and incredulously say, “What do you mean go? You can’t go!”

He gives me a bland look and retorts, “I will do whatever Antoinette needs me to do to help her friend.”

I’m in an alternate fucking universe right now. That’s the only explanation. An alternate universe where Darius Hughes leaves his woman in the same sexual scenario with me–without him.

I shake my head. “This is a terrible idea.”

I’m feeling a little panicky, the pressure in my chest increasing, and they both look at me as if I’ve lost my fucking mind. And maybe I have.

Finally, Nettie leans close to him, whispering in his ear, and whatever she says earns a chuckle from him. “Whatever you need, baby girl. This is your show.”

She straightens, then turns away, saying, “Come along, then. Bring your chairs.”

She scurries off, leaving Dare and me to do her bidding without any further discussion. Dare doesn’t hesitate, rising and picking his chair up to follow her, so with a hearty sigh, I do the same. Halfway across the room, I grab his arm and stop him, and he looks at me questioningly. So, I ask, “Is this a good idea?”

He rolls his eyes at me and sighs. “Sometimes, Tony, you just gotta learn to go with the flow.”

He shakes my hand off his arm and walks away, and I watch him as he stops in front of the sofa and places his chair where Nettie points. Meanwhile, I’m still standing there like a fucking asshole, and Nettie barks my name and gives me an annoyed look, pointing to a spot next to Dare.

“Fuck it,” I mutter to myself and pick up my chair, taking the same path Dare did as I continue to mutter to myself, “Go with the flow, Tony. Go with the fucking flow.”

I place my chair exactly where Nettie pointed, and then sit down and take a deep breath as I attempt not to show exactly how uptight I actually am. Carolina’s voice draws my attention, and she says, “Tony. You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

I make a strangled sound in my throat as I choke out, “I don’t even know what this is.”

Nettie rolls her eyes as she explains, “FF Interlude. We’re not really sure where it’s going, but it definitely has potential for a little FMF, FFMM, MMF, or even MFM. Or any variation of those, really.”

Darius laughs beside me, most likely laughing at me, as I shake my head. “We’re back to the book shit again, Nettie. Really?”

She gives me a patient look, then walks over to me, and leans over until she’s whispering, “We’re helping a girl out. Don’t be a cock.”

“Fine,” I say with far more authority than I feel. “Tell me what to do.”

Nettie beams at me, then straightens and pats me on the leg before walking back to Carolina, who’s still lying a bit awkwardly on the sofa. “Okay, Car. Give me a rough breakdown of the scene.”

Nettie sits beside Carolina, who is now sitting up straighter, and they put their heads together and whisper for a few moments, giggling as they glance back at us.

Carolina whispers something, and Nettie nods and then says in a normal volume, “I don’t think we should restrain you this time. No need to get crazy right out of the gate.” She pauses, considering her options, and then asks, “Do you want to be spit-roasted?”

Dare and I both choke—Dare more so than me—but he says nothing, so I glance over at him and see his cheeks turning a bit pink. “I bet you weren’t expecting that,” I mutter, and he glances at me and shakes his head. So, I continue, “Just go with the flow, Dare.”

Nettie shushes us, glaring over her shoulder before turning her focus back to Carolina and saying, “Well, technically, we’ve got two cocks here, so if you want to do that, we can.” She stops talking, listening to whatever Carolina is whispering before waving a hand dismissively and replying, “Oh, it’s fine. If it will help you, I’m sure Dare will be willing to take one for the team here.”

She’s lost her fucking mind. I always knew Nettie had the capacity for some seriously fucked-up shit, but this right here takes the cake.

Carolina and Nettie look at each other, and I’m not sure what Nettie sees in Carolina’s eyes, but she glances at me over her shoulder, then looks back at Carolina and quips, “Fucking men.”

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