Page 32 of Going for Gold (Sweet Cravings 3)

"Nope, try again," said Tim.

"Well if he was normal he would just want to have a threesome," suggested Alex.

"With two guys or two girls?" asked Tim.

"Two girls I hope," said Alex.

Tim shrugged. "Oh, I've done that before."

"What?!" yelled Alex. "How did you not tell me about that?"

"I dunno. What's the big deal about having a threesome with two girls?"

"Wait, are you being serious?" I asked. "I thought it was like every guy's fantasy to have a threesome."

"It was okay I guess. It was just kind of tiring and I felt like I didn't really get to fully satisfy either girl. I'd much rather just focus on pleasing one woman at a time. If anything, a threesome makes more sense if it's two guys and a girl."

"A devil's threesome?" asked Bryce. "Is that your fantasy?"

Tim thought about it for a second. "It's not my fantasy, but it makes way more sense than two girls and one guy."

Bryce laughed. "How does it make more sense?"

"Simple anatomy, really. Do I need to draw you a picture?"

"No you don't..." started Bryce, but it was too late. Tim had already flipped over the menu and started drawing naked figures.

"Look," said Tim, holding up a drawing of two stick figures having sex while a third watched. "Guys only have one penis, so they can please one girl at a time. That leads to one girl feeling left out." He drew a frowny face on the third wheel to make his point. Then he drew a picture with a girl sandwiched between two smiling men. "Girls, on the other hand, have three holes, so they could easily please two men at once. Not to mention that girls take a lot longer to please than men do, so it makes sense for multiple men to work together to give a beautiful woman the attention she deserves."

"I think his logic is sound," said Kristen.

Tim smiled at her.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, realizing that I was starting to get damp between my legs. God, what is wrong with me? This sex ban is turning me into a freak.

Our waitress appeared and pulled out a notebook. "Are you all ready to order?"

"Yes, I think so," said Tim. "Ladies?"

Kristen ordered a stupid salad, but I had to go for Bryce's favorite. A big juicy rib-eye. I couldn't resist. We were at a steakhouse after all.

"Nice choice," Bryce said. "I'll have the same." He put his menu down and then leaned in a little closer to me. "Couldn't pass up the opportunity for meat in your mouth?"

I laughed awkwardly. The restaurant suddenly seemed stifling.

Before I knew it, our wine glasses were being filled. Kristen took a sip of hers. She always could hold her alcohol better than I could. There was no way I was drinking before tomorrow's game, though. And the longer I sat here with Bryce so close in proximity, the more parched I got.

"Okay, my turn," Tim said when the waitress walked away with our order. He rubbed his hands together. "On a scale of one to ten, how attracted is Alina to Bryce?"

Bryce seemed to stiffen. "Dude. Ask a different..."

"An eleven," Kristen said and winked at me.

Holy shit. I could feel my cheeks turning red.

"Bryce thinks Alina is an eleven too," Tim said. "Stop looking at me like that. It's true."

Bryce cleared his throat. "I'm sorry. I forgot to tell you that my friends are the worst."

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