Page 5 of Accidentally Matched

Game, set, and sex.

I always do my homework. And I do it really hard and extremely well. I knew it wasn’t going to be a walk in the park getting them to agree to become mysexperiments. But I wanted them, which meant I had to pull out all the stops and behellacreative in the process.

From little snippets of talk I’ve heard from various different people, apparently, the owners of The Lone River Ranch have done everything in their power to buy an additional couple of thousand acres off Jeffrey Greenward for going on over eighteen months already.

Jeff had no intention of selling Lone River the land they needed to expand their business. Now all they have to do is say yes to me, and the land is theirs. Easy.

“Jeff said he was adding on another five million dollars to your offer, and I said that’s fine. You have more money than god anyway.”

My leg swings more vigorously now as I patiently wait for their answer.

They land their intense gazes on me. My breath does a funny thing, and I shift in the chair.

“And you want all three of us?” Nolan asks.

“Yes. I have a lot to get through, so when I tire one of you out, at least there are two more I can call on. Also, for variety. Think of it as three cocks, one Tierney. I’ll be logging a lot of experience and starting with a body count of three. Once I learn everything there is to know from you three, I’ll experiment more, of course... what was that?” I say, leaning forward.

I didn’t quite catch what they were muttering under their breaths, but it definitely sounded likethe fuck you willor something like that, which makes no sense, so I probably misheard.

“Nothing,” Jace says. See, I imagined that.

“I’m on the pill,” I say and dig into my bag for another envelope, which I pass along. “These are my health records, although I’m a virgin, so it might be moot. No need to see yours. All you have to do is tell me you’re clean. I trust you.”

“Are you generally this trusting of the male population?” Colter asks, seeming vexed.

“No, silly. I’m not stupid. My dad knows you, and he doesn’t associate with men who don’t live by their word.” I say confidently. “You keep trying to find holes in my proposition when the only hole you should be looking for is the one between my legs.”

Slam dunk. Since I anticipated everything, I even came up with appropriate punchlines.

“What else do you have for me? Hit me.”

“We’re clean,” Jace says begrudgingly. I smile slowly.

“Good. Can we shake on a hundred hours of your time?”

“Fifty hours,” Colter says, and I can tell he isn’t going to back down.

“Fine. Fifty hours. You. You. You. And me. Amorous congress. We start at The Four Seasons. Tomorrow. 7 pm. Dress code: naked.”

I rise from my chair and hold out my hand. They don’t reciprocate, so I do it myself. I shake each of their hands. I hope they plan to actually touch me when the time comes.

“It’s nice doing horizontal business with you, gentlemen.”

I take myself back to my car, and when I’m completely off their land, I pull to the side of the road and have a meltdown.

I force huge gulps of air into my lungs, open my window, then close it and put on the air-con. I unbutton my blouse, and still I’m too hot. My nipples are so sore, I hold them in my hands, and my panties are so wet, I need a shower. I’m shaking from head to foot as my body just comes apart.

Did I really just proposition Colter James, Nolan Spears, and Jace Hamilton into having sex with me like some sort of virgin siren?

Fifty hours’ worth of it too.

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