Page 5 of Tinsel and Teasing

“We’d like you to spend the night with us for sex.” Knox blurts out.

“Smooth, real smooth,” Luke says.

“You were rambling. I want her to know what she’s in for.”

“Thank you. Clear communication is important, right?” I feel ridiculous saying that, but with the comments I heard about Clyde and this just being a social media stunt, I question who’s using who.

Clyde’s never done anything tacky on his platform. But, if his numbers are down, would he push the limits? At worst, he might ask me to adore him. No faking required.

But Knox clearly said sex. Will my lack of experience become an issue?

The sensation that wove its way through me when Knox’s arm was wrapped around me makes me feel safe at levels I didn’t even know were possible. How can that happen? This is just about sex, not feelings.

I mentally shove aside the connection. This is nothing more than a glorified booty call. We all get what we want if I go home with them. It’s safe. After all, the whole town knows they just bid on me, and their names are documented on the winner’s sheets.

This will be fine. Totally fine. What could possibly go wrong?

“Are you in?” Knox asks nervously.

Getting to have sexual experiences with three guys instead of one meets my goal three times over. “Let’s do it!”

Five

Clyde

Thethreeofusdrove to the auction together, figuring we had room in the truck to take Isadora home. As I sit in the back seat with her, it’s hard to believe that we pulled it off.

I’ve managed to keep from having a blazingly obvious erection the whole evening, but my cock has been thick and long against my thigh, waiting for her, anticipating my first time.

Not just with her—this will be my first time to ever have sex. Knox and Luke are going to die laughing when they find out. Admittedly, it’s hard to believe I make a living being eye candy but have zero experience with actually pleasing women.

On the drive home, small talk covers things like where we live, that we’ve been friends since our time in the military, and all three of us needed to get away after the horrors we saw. Which was how we landed so remote. We’ve seen strife in other countries and wanted to be as self-sufficient as possible. We live off the grid, grow a bunch of our own produce, and hunt our own meat.

I’m happy to stay at a safe conversation level until I figure out how to deal with revealing my virginity to everyone. Isadora leads with a lot of questions, not giving us time to ask about her. I’m convinced more and more, with each passing second, that she doesn’t know what I do for a living.

I describe my job as marketing and she doesn’t ask for more. Knox explains that he’s a financial guru. Luke restores cars.

With each passing mile, my lack of sexual experience weighs heavier on me. It’s not that I mind having sex for the first time in front of my brothers. I trust them with my life. But I’m worried she’s going to laugh. Fuck, that bugs me.

Thankfully, the other guys don’t detour to dirty talk. It’s like they instinctively have my back because they sure as hell don’t know I haven’t had sex.

When we drive up to our set of cabins, I’m sweating bullets. I have to get her alone and tell her that I’m a virgin, so she can laugh or ask whatever questions she has.

I don’t know why I care more about what she thinks than them, but I do.

“Does the helicopter actually fly?” Isadora cranes her neck as the car turns.

Her mind is in a drastically different place than mine. There’s a landing pad behind the main garage and it’s clearly visible as the headlights scan past it.

Luke answers with pride. “Yeah, I’m a pilot, but there won’t be any flying in the storm that’s headed our way.”

Not to be selfish, but I need to get her alone. Hopping out of the truck, I dismiss talk of helicopters and lead her to my cabin. “I can give you a tour of my place.”

“We go where she goes,” Luke says.

“I just figured I could show her around then you could each show her your cabin, and she can pick where she wants to hang out for the night.”

Knox laughs. “You want to get first dibs, but we should let the lady choose.”

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