Page 110 of Rescuing Ally: Part 1

Mia’s eyes widen. “Seriously? Walt was your first?”

“He had to take a bullet, and I had to survivea kidnapping before he popped my cherry,” Malia confirms with a laugh. “Talk about playing hard to get.”

“On his part,” Sophia adds with a smirk.

“Exactly!” Malia points at her approvingly before turning back to me. “So, Ally. Two at once? Is that even physically possible?”

I clear my throat and reach for the remote. “So, movie choices? I vote for something with absolutely no connection to our current lives. Maybe a period drama?”

“Nice try,” Malia says, plucking the remote from my hand and passing it back to Rebel. “But you’re not getting off that easy.”

“Can we please just pick a movie?” I plead, looking around for support.

“Nothing with explosions,” Mia reminds her.

“Or kidnappings,” Sophia adds with a grimace.

“Or scientists being tortured for their knowledge,” I contribute, only half-joking.

“Does anyone want to circle back to the threesome mechanics?” Malia asks, wiggling her eyebrows. “Because I have follow-up questions.”

“Like what?” Violet asks, looking genuinely curious.

“Like do they… you know… kiss each other too?”

I take a large gulp of wine. “I am not drunk enough for this conversation.”

“That’s a yes,” Rebel concludes, high-fiving Malia.

“No,” I blurt out, surprising myself with my suddenness. “No, they do not kiss. They’re not into each other like that. They’re just two Doms who are into me.”

“Doms!” Malia’s grin is positively wicked. “I bet they’re ‘into’ you, all right.” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. “So tell us, one at a time? Or both at once?”

“If we’re doing kink confessions,” Jenna says with surprising boldness, “Carter has this thing for tying me up.”

“Carter?” Malia gasps in mock horror. “Mr. By-the-book? I never would have guessed.”

“It’s always the quiet ones,” Sophia agrees with a knowing smile. “Blake likes to blindfold me,” she admits after a moment. “It helps me focus on feeling instead of thinking.”

“Wait, wait, wait—” Malia holds up her hands. “Are we all dating kinky men? Is that part of the Charlie team training regimen? Okay, let’s take a poll: how many of your men spank you?”

Nearly all our hands go up, including mine. I mean, so far, it’s been a light attention-getting tap, but I have a feeling things will evolve if I allow it.

The laughter that follows breaks whatever remaining tension exists in the room.

“Rigel speaks Mandarin during… you know,” Mia confesses, her cheeks pink. “It’s surprisingly hot.”

All eyes turn to me expectantly.

“Fine,” I sigh, giving in. “Yes, they both… participate fully. At the same time. No, they don’t engage with each other. And yes, I probably get double the orgasms, but…”

“I knew it!” Malia pumps her fist triumphantly.

Max suddenly yawns loudly, stretching out along the floor with dramatic flair as if adding his own commentary to the conversation. The timing is so perfect that we all burst into laughter.

“Even Max thinks we need to change the subject,” Jenna says, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes.

“What about a romantic comedy?” Malia suggests. “Something where the biggest danger is embarrassment at a wedding?”

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