Page 60 of Shattered Rhythm

“I will be as soon as we park our fine asses on the beach with some ice-cold drinks.”

I unlock my car and walk around to the driver’s side, while Chris hops into her seat and puts her feet on the dash.

“To the beach, Jenkins!” she says in a nasal voice.

“Put on your seatbelt, you little brat,” I say, laughing. She does as she’s told, then I drive out of the lot.

We arrive at the beach and decide to treat ourselves to iced caramel lattes. Chris, true to form, buys a gossip magazine, and I can’t help but chuckle.

“How can you be into that stuff, when you know the media tends to exaggerate everything?”

She simply shrugs. “I guess I’m just nosy.”

We settle ourselves on the sand. Thankfully, it’s overcast today, and the sand isn’t scorching hot.

“How are you? Any gossip?” I ask Chris before taking a sip of my latte.

“Nope, not really. Same old, same old,” she replies, opening the magazine and burying her nose between the pages. “Today’s classes were torture. How can psychology be such a boring ass major?”

“Oh, come on. You love it,” I say with a chuckle.

She looks up at me and grins. “I do. What about you?” she asks. “Have you caught any more men in your web?”

“You mean because I’m a spider?” I quip, smirking.

“A black widow, yes,” she teases.

“I’m not! I don’t kill men that have sex with me,” I retort.

She smirks. “No, they die beforehand of a broken heart because they never got a chance to even be in your bed.”

“Oh, shut up,” I say, snickering.

I consider confiding in Chris about my recent night with the twins and ultimately decide to trust her.

“Actually, two of them made it into my bed,” I say, shaking my latte, loving how the ice sounds, while Chris nearly spits out her coffee in surprise.

“Which two? Oh no, don’t tell me. I bet it was the twins, those lucky bastards,” she guesses.

I just chuckle in response.

“How was it? Did you have both at the same time, or same hole?” she asks, causing me to hiss at her.

“Chris!” I exclaim.

“What? I mean, you have three holes, so there would be space for one more,” she points out. “I already thought about the logistics of having all four of them in bed with you, but they’re like my brothers, so I was grossed out and stopped thinking about their dicks.” I can’t help but bark out a laugh.

“How considerate of you,” I say sarcastically, and she grins in response.

“I know, I’m the best,” she retorts, and I shake my head.

“Yes, it was both of them, but we didn`t have sex,” I tell her, and she raises an eyebrow.

“Oh, I see. And what did you do then?” she asks, and I shrug.

“They wanted to make me feel good, so I let them,” I say, blushing.

“Oh my god! How was it?” she asks.

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