Page 31 of Loch
Reagan
It was a boring Wednesday night at the bar. A few of the guys were there. Chris and I were working and Brand was keeping us company at the bar. Nate was playing pool with Tank, while Diesel and Bocca stood off to the side chatting. Everyone had full drinks and there was a lull. I leaned my arms on the bar top and propped my chin on one hand.
“What’s up, buttercup?” Brand said across from me.
I sighed and shrugged. It had been a couple of weeks since the last Nate encounter in his office. I could’ve had sex with that man twice a day and still not gotten enough. He was good. Like top-of-the-charts-no-one-can-get-even-close, good. But I wasn’t one to beg for the D. And since he hadn’t said anything or made any kind of notion to sexy time, I just had to let it go.
“I think my grandma is getting more sex than me,” I said as I stared off at nothing. Brand snorted beside me and Chris let out a sharp, shocked laugh. “I walked down this morning and there was Mr. Wallace, from the bookstore, sitting at the table eating breakfast.”
“That doesn’t necessarily mean anything…” Chris said in a tone that let me know even he didn’t believe his words.
“He was in his boxers, reading the paper. Nan was in her bathrobe, pretty sure nothing underneath.” I grimaced.
“Oh, wow,” Brand said looking like he wanted to throw up his beer. I laughed at his face.
“That’s a mental image I didn’t need,” Chris said. “Anyway… you’re not the only one lacking in the sex department.” He patted me on the shoulder. We both looked at Brand and he raised an eyebrow.
Brand wasn’t one to talk about his sex life. Sex was a very open topic with the guys. There were the ones, like Diesel, who were silent but oozed sex appeal out of every pore. You knew they were getting it left and right. Then there were the ones that had all the charm. Like Bocca. And with all the club girls around, there was always an opportunity. But if Brand was dipping his stick in anything, he wasn’t bragging about it. For all I knew, he was a celibate virgin. I wouldn’t lie, I was a bit curious. If not only to know the answer.
“I feel like this could go in a bad direction,” Brand said, looking a little panicked. I let out a loud laugh. He wasn’t going to divulge anything.
“Well, now I’m thinking about it,” Chris said. I turned my head to look at him and he was staring directly at Brand. I followed the invisible line from Chris to Brand. I looked back at Chris to find him now giving me that intense dark look he was just giving Brand.
“Whoa,” I said and leaned back to stand up straight. They were both very attractive men. And the thought of having the two of them— especially at the same time— turned me on a little. But it wasn’t what I truly wanted.WhoI wanted.
“Nope,” Brand said in a stern voice. “I like you like a dude, Chris, but just don’t feelthatway. And as far as Reagan goes, I think we both know better.” Chris gave a half shrug.
“So… okay… wait…” I said looking at Chris. “You, like, straddle the line then?” Both of them let out a roar of laughter. This was it, I was going to get the bottom of it and clear my curiosity.
“I have no preference,” Chris said, shaking his head at me. “It’s all about chemistry and I happen to have that with all kinds.”
“You’ve been with guys, then?” I asked, with a bit too much excitement in my voice. Okay, maybe the mental image I was conjuring was making me a little hot. He gave me a slow nod. I could tell from the look on Brand’s face it wasn’t a shock to him and that it didn’t bother him in the least. I smiled at that. I wondered who else knew. Was it common knowledge and I was late to the party? Or was it like a select few that knew? “Anyone I know?” Brand looked down and Chris looked up like they were pretending they didn’t hear me. My mind went into overdrive and I wondered how I could get it out of them.
I was a smart girl, so clearly there was someone I knew. I bit my lip and pondered who it could be. I looked out across the bar. My eyes scanned each one of the guys in the bar, taking a moment on a few of them to pause and paint a mental picture. If itwasone of them, I couldn’t see it. They all seemed very much like pussy loving men who boasted and, on some occasions, flaunted it around.
“I will get it out of you. Hold that thought,” I said, opening a few fresh beers and taking them out to the floor. I sized up Bocca and he gave me an odd look. It could’ve been him, I could almost see that. I handed Diesel his beer and raked over him with an open eye. He narrowed his eyes skeptically at me.
“The fuck, woman?” he said in a low voice. Then his eyes flicked over my shoulder to look in the direction of the bar and something changed. It was quick, but I caught it. Then he looked down and me and shot me a half smirk like he knew what was going on. “Hmm…” he grunted and turned back to whatever conversation he was immersed in before I came up. I raced back behind the bar, trying my best not to giggle like a school girl.
“No way…” I said and Brand chuckled. “But, isn’t he all about how many women he can sleep with? I’m so confused.” I laughed.
Diesel may not have aired out his conquests like others. But there was always little things I would pick up in conversations. I heard the way the guys teased him. Or they would make comments about him and so and so interrupting their sleep. I got the impression that Diesel was very vocal during his naked time activities.
“The thing about Diesel is that he likes sex. All sex, and a lot of it,” Chris said, a light blush covering his neck and ears. “I think he’s either eternally unsatisfied. Or he goes through people like water because he’s looking for something. Something… more.” He shrugged like he was saying that he couldn’t figure out which it was.
“Interesting…” I said, looking over at Diesel with trying to figure out which it was. He always seemed so closed off. I had a feeling that I would never figure him out. “So, what’s it like? How does it compare?”
“Are you really going to have this conversation?” Brand said, sounding amused.
“Yes, you can go if you want.” I shot him a playful wink at him.
“No, I must admit I’m intrigued.” Brand said as he leaned in like he was about to hear some sort of life secret.
“Oh, God,” Chris grumbled and I gave him a look of impatience. “Fine. Well for starters, guys tend to suck dick better.”
“Wait, what?!” I said a bit louder than I meant to. I looked around and it seemed no one else had noticed. They both chuckled at me.
“I guess guys know more of what they are doing, and they seem like they really want to be doing it. If a guy doesn’t want to he’s not going to do it just to appease the other person. For the most part, girls seem bored or disgusted. At least in my experience. They never take the time to enjoy it or try to make it good for me. It’s what I would imagine shoving my dick into a bowl of warm pudding would be like. Wet and sloppy. Plus, there is something about the feeling of a man’s scruff. When it’s rubbing against my thighs. The feeling of it when I grab his face while we make out.” Chris shrugged like it was as simple as that.
