Page 17 of Love, Luck & Clusterf*ck

“How the hell does this involve me too?” Dre asked, picking up her arm and dropping it back to her side.

“I don’t usually do this, but I’m going to see if they’re up for a repeat. But why wouldn’t they be?” She faced Dre. “What guy wouldn’t jump all over that offer?”

“I know plenty who wouldn’t.”

“Well, all right. Maybe not with another guy, but how about with two girls? Every man’s going to be into that. Right, Dre?”

“I wouldn’t know, Christa. I’ve never fucked two girls at once.”

She laughed. “I’m not saying you have, but there’s no way you’d turn it down if given the chance.” He shot her daggers. “Oh, right. I suppose now you would because you and Perry are this item thing, but before….”

“I have been offered before, and I’ve turned it down. Is there a fucking point to all this?”

I was wondering the exact same thing. I sneaked a peek around the room and saw Thor’s ginger for the night talking with some other guy, but he was nowhere in sight.

“Forget the two girls. Let’s just say you were really fucking drunk and were talked into one of the ends of a man sandwich. Would you take the throat, the pussy, or the ass?”

My head snapped back. “What the hell is up with you tonight?” I said.

She gave me a loud, exaggerated kiss on the cheek. Given her mood, I was surprised she didn’t try for any tongue. “Just horny, that’s all.”

No, that was not all. I’d seen her horny on countless occasions and she did not act so… I didn’t even know what to call it other than bizarre.

“How long are you guys staying?” she asked.

“Probably not long at all. I need to get up early tomorrow.”

“Okay, then. Make sure not to wait up for me, and even more importantly, if you hear screaming coming from my room, do not come and check. Unless you wanna take the video.”

She winked and sashayed off, swinging her hips like she was entering a hula hoop competition.

All right. I was done here. “Are you ready to leave?” I grabbed my purse/suitcase and whacked it over my shoulder.

“Hell yeah. I was ready since we got here.”

Dre was frustrated. I was frustrated. The only one in theapartment who had the consistency of Jell-O was Christa.

I covered my head with a pillow, but it didn’t do shit. Our rooms were too close together. Give me a fucking hula hoop competition any day. I’d even judge the damn thing. Just stop the freaking porn star auditions taking place under my roof long enough for me to get a few hours of shut-eye.

I groaned and rolled over. “Getting any ideas yet?” Dre whispered, rubbing his hard-on against my thigh.

I rolled over the other way, my back towards him. “Leave me alone, Dre. I need to sleep. I already told you that ten times already.”

“We should’ve just gone back to my place.”

“And I also told you that I wanted to sleep in my own bed and get ready in my own bathroom in the morning.” Even though she’d warned me, I guess I didn’t take her seriously enough. I wasn’t expecting Christa “Jameson” Nelson to be showing off her mad skillsall night long.

“How’s that sleep working out for you?”

I responded by yanking his pillow from under his head and adding it on top of mine. I never asked him to stay the night with me, and I was surprised he even wanted to. Especially since I’d rejected him once again after we’d left Wengo’s. But maybe that was exactly the reason he’d stayed—he was probably hoping to get in some morning sex. Sorry, not happening.

Since I was forced to stay awake, I lay there wondering once again what was going on with me lately. Christa wasn’t the only one acting like a whack job. Even Dre wasn’t the same guy I knew for all those years. Everything was changing, and I didn’t know what to make of it. How long would it take him to regret his decision? He might already be having second thoughts. Since we’d known each other, it’d been rare for me to turn him down for sex, yet in the past three days, I hadn’t said yes once. I just wasn’t feeling it.

Was it possible that my sister wasn’t totally cracked when shecalled me a commitment phobe?

I heard Dre’s deepening breaths, and for a second I thought he was beating off, then realized he’d just fallen asleep. He was pillow-less and still managed to doze off despite all the moaning and headboard banging. Lucky bastard.

The thought had crossed my mind half a million times—who was the man in the bedroom with her? I knew she never got her threesome because I’d heard her come home, her giggling and a single male voice whispering as they stumbled down the hall. Was it a familiar one? He wasn’t loud enough for me to tell.

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