Page 9 of Brandishing Beginnings

Kara laughed. “Girl, didn’t you make them?”

“I’m so fucking stoned, and they hit the spot right now. Stop judging me,” I shot back at my friend.

Kara laughed and shrugged.

The sexual tension settled down while we ate our dessert. Marcos and Nico eventually joined us as they finished setting up the movie and rearranging the couches to make room on the floor. They piled the couch cushions on the floor, using the bottom of the couch to lean against, creating a giant mattress on the floor, before they piled sheets and blankets on top of it. It was clear they had made something similar before.

A little while later, Lita was excusing herself for the evening, while I claimed a spot in the center of the blanket nest. Kara took a seat in the recliner off to the left of the room, conveniently near the hallway to her room.

I suddenly recognized my error immediately as Jason and Marcos settled on either side of me. Boxed in, surrounded by testosterone, while my inhibitions had been lowered…I was fucked. Completely and utterly fucked.

Two hours later, the lights had been turned off, the only light in the room provided by the next movie that was playing on the TV. Kara had slunk off sometime during Encino Man, and I honestly had no idea what Nico had turned on after. Jason’s hand was rubbing circles into my thigh while Marcos was running a finger over my forearm—seemingly small touches, that set fire to my body.

I was in sensation overload.

I was trying to ignore them and watch the movie—I was trying not to be a total hussy and put out just hours after meeting them. I still didn’t understand what was fully happening either. I’d only met Marcos the one time before tonight, and then when I walked in before dinner, the three of them had acted like I’d hung the moon.

I knew I was hot. With my golden curls down around my face, my bright amber eyes that everyone always complimented, and sharp cheek bones, I knew I was attractive. A little short for my liking, but I made it work with heels when I needed to. But these guys were acting like I had walked in naked and promised them blow jobs. It was a little unsettling.

I had to make a damn decision here. “I have to go to the bathroom,” I mumbled.

Jason and Marcos didn’t say anything as I quickly slipped away from them. I climbed out of the floor-nest and didn’t look back as I b-lined it for the bathroom, grateful that it was down the hall past Kara’s bedroom.

I did have to pee. So I quickly did my business and washed my hands. I didn’t dilly dally in the bathroom like a coward—I didn’t want them to come looking for me—no, I left the bathroom and slipped into Kara’s bedroom before any of them could say anything. I highly doubted they would come knocking on the door, and if they did, I could easily say I was going to bed.

“Jeeze, girl.” Kara laughed as I closed the door softly behind me.

I leaned back against the door and looked at my friend with wide eyes. “I don’t understand them. What is this?” I asked.

Kara laughed. “I have no idea what spurred them to act like this, but they obviously are in to you.”

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

“Are you OK?” Kara asked, softly. “I can tell them to fuck off.”

I sighed and opened my eyes. Kara was watching me with a concerned look on her face. “I’ve never been in a situation like this before.”

Kara smiled easily. “You’ve never had three men want you at the same time, before?”

A laugh broke out of me and I shook my head. “No, ma’am.”

“Girl, I would kill to have three men interested in me.That’s so fucking hot!”

“You’re not mad?” I had to ask. I was worried about our friendship.

“Hell no. Like I said before, that’s how my brother and his friends operate. Hell, I’m a little jealous.” Kara rolled off the bed and stood up. “You should go back out there. Enjoy the evening.”

“You won’t think I’m a whore, will you?”

“Girl, it’s college. It’s all about being a whore and living it up. Trust me, no judgement here.”

“Seriously Kara,” I stressed. “This is your brother. I don’t want this shit to come between our friendship.”

“That right there, is all I need to know about our friendship.” Kara grinned and walked toward me. Still plastered to the door, I watched and waited. Kara stopped right in front of me and placed her hands on my shoulders. “Listen to me, Maya. There will be zero judgement, this will not ruin our friendship. You have two hotter than hell men out there—”

“Three.”

“Two. My brother is not hot,” Kara deadpanned.

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