Page 6 of Her Pucking One Night Stand

He tilts his head sideways. “I’m there often. Have to be.”

Looking at his physique, I don’t doubt it for a second. He’s got the kind of body that makes your mouth water—the kind that sends a shockwave of heat through your body with just one glance. All these men are walking, breathing works of art, but Spandex... he’s the one who steals the breath from your lungs. Lean, sculpted, every inch defined and so inviting, it makes my knees weak just standing here. Honestly, he’s so breathtakingly beautiful, it almost hurts. If I could, I’d pull out my phone and snap a dozen pictures, just so I could keep this moment, this image of him, to remember tomorrow.

Hell, I’d take pictures of all of them if they'd let me, immortalizing every perfect, delicious inch.

Not that I’ll ask. But I should. It’s not like I’ll ever see them again. They’re just passing through.

Ugh.

We share these individual snippets of small talk while dancing, and when the blonde one mentions he’d like to buy me a drink, I agree.

“Coffee, please. With a splash of milk.”

“Done.” He marches off to place an order with the bartender.

I glance around to locate Leighton and discover her making out in the corner with her customary type—the tall, dark, and handsome variety. No surprise there.

When I first started dating Dean, she teased me mercilessly about being drawn to a guy with red hair and freckles. Back then, I saw him as a harmless geek, someone safe and unassuming. I had no clue what kind of man he truly was beneath that mild-mannered facade.

The memory of those early days blindsides me, sharp and sudden, like a punch to the gut. How naive I was, how utterly unaware of what he’d become. And now, that same man—the one I once trusted—will soon know that I chose to walk away. That he no longer has the power to control me. The thought sends a shiver down my spine, a reminder of my strength.

“Cold?” Odds asks, and I shake my head. I’ve been having such a carefree time with him and his buddies. No need to bring Dean into anything.

I don’t have a plan that goes beyond tonight, except crashing at Leighton’s. We’ll probably have to share her double mattress, given the cramped conditions of her tiny one-bedroom apartment that’s barely big enough for five people. But going back to Dean, after severing all the ties and leaving behind the papers on his desk along with the keys to his house and office—that’s absolutely off the table.

Then again, I’m purposely pushing off any additional decision-making. Like a famous Southern belle, I can think about all that tomorrow.

As if taking their cues from me, my three strangers order coffee as well. Of the threesome, it’s Spandex who’s been the least talkative and most prone to keep some distance between us. He remains quiet as the other two shoot the breeze about popular attractions and activities to try while in Newark.

“Where are you from?” I ask, since they’ve been the ones shoring up any lulls in our conversation.

“Different places,” the blonde replies. “But now we’re most often in Colorado.”

“So, you’re nomadic?”

“Sorta kinda,” Odds says as he plays with the front of his hair again. No matter how much he musses it, it flutters right back into the same style, a sign of an expert and expensive cut.

“In a manner of speaking,” the blonde chimes in, though this doesn’t clarify anything. Not that I need clarification. I don’t know these men, and I don’t need to know them. As much as I’ve enjoyed hanging out and dancing with them, I can’t deny that I’m not the best judge of character. Not if the man I’m currently married to is any indication.

“Having a good time?” Spandex inquires as I swig down the dregs of my coffee. I’m still very tipsy but more sober than I was. A little.

“I am, thanks to all of you.”

He places his hand out, palm up, an invitation for me to take it. I do, but if he’s planning to ask me something specific, he hasn’t done it yet. “Would you like to continue that good time?”

I trace circles in the palm of Spandex’s hand, and so far, despite his initiating the contact, he hasn’t taken it any further.

“That would depend on what that might entail.”

“It wouldn’t entail anything you don’t want,” Spandex says, his voice low, laced with temptation. His gray eyes pierce into mine, raw and unyielding, as if he’s stripping me bare behind that gaze.Every flicker sends a wave of heat rushing through me, igniting something deep inside, something I haven’t felt in a long time.

“If you’re game,” the blonde adds, leaning back in his chair, flashing that devilish smile. He runs his tongue over his lips in a way that makes my core grow damp. “It would involve the three of us, a hotel room, and an exceptionally yummy time.”

“But only if you want it,” Odds finishes, his voice smooth as silk, adding a hint of temptation to the end of the blonde’s words.

Are they asking what I think they’re asking?

Holy shit. I think they are.

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