Page 43 of Surge of Storms

Evander clears his throat next to Zane and awkwardly pats him on the shoulder. “Just remember, uh, the guy got the girl. It’s a happy ending, so no need for tears.”

Zane turns and buries his face in Evander’s chest. Evander’s eyes widen, and he stares at me helplessly, his mouth forming words that he never speaks. On my other side, Aydan chokes down a laugh, and I shoot him a dirty look.

“So, what now?” Granger asks. “Board games? Or are we too tired for them?”

Evander pats Zane’s back like he’s an alien learning to comfort a human for the first time. “It’s pretty late.”

“Agreed,” Aydan says.

“So, time for sex?” Evander asks.

Zane perks up, sitting up and looking at me with big eyes. “Sex?”

I stifle a laugh. “Think you can handle that?”

Zane bounces on the bed a little. “Absolutely!”

I’m about to suggest that we all get naked when I see Granger’s worried expression. So far, Granger has only been with me alone, or with me and Aydan. He’s bowed out every time it came to group sex.

Not that I blame him. Going from virgin to this is a lot to take.

It’s funny, I’m a little uncertain how this will go with four men, but I wouldn’t say I’m scared exactly. Being with them like this reminds me that they could never hurt me. I’m safe with them, no matter how many giant dongs are trying to fill my holes. But Granger is worried about different things.

“Granger, if you’re not ready for this, it’s okay.”

“He is nervous?” Zane asks, looking confused. “Why?”

Evander leans closer. “If you’re worried about where everything goes, the lights stay on, so there aren’t any stray dicks slipping into a man-ass.”

Granger’s eyes go wide. “We have to worry aboutthat?”

Aydan chuckles. “Like he said, our focus is on Sam. I’m dick-free for life, and I intend to stay that way.”

“Although,” Zane begins slowly, “there were a few lifetimes when a penis would find its way in the wrong hole in the dark, and we would not stop it.”

“Well,” Evander says, dragging out the word. “That’s not happening in this lifetime.”

“You say that now,” Zane says in a teasing tone, “but this will be a long lifetime.”

Ignoring Zane’s comment, Aydan turns to Granger. “Anyway, if you’re not worried about being poked by a man-pole, what are you worried about?”

Granger stutters over his words, his face bright red. “It’s a few things.”

“Break it down for us, buddy,” Aydan says patiently.

Granger sighs. “I mean, look at you guys…”

They look at themselves, confused. My heart twists a little in my chest, watching Granger struggle to explain himself further. “He’s trying to say you guys fit a certain body type that he doesn’t fit.”

Realization dawns on Evander’s face. “You definitely don’t need to worry about that.”

“Why?” Granger asks.

Evander gives him a pointed look. “Because Sam is in love with you. She thinks you’re perfect, and she’s the only one you need to worry about. The rest of us will hardly be staring atyouwhile she’s naked, and even if we look your way, all men just look like a bag of muscles and bones to us.”

Granger doesn’t look convinced.

“He’s right,” Aydan adds. “Besides, you’re a good looking dude. If I, uh, swung that way, I think I’d be into you.”

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