Page 98 of Necessary Roughness
“So that was your first time?” Logan asked. “I took your anal virginity?”
“Sure did,” I said, leaning against his shoulder. “I’m a little sore, but it was great.”
“We’ve been sleeping together since the semester began,” Knox observed. “Almost three months. If this is your biggest fantasy, why didn’t you bring it up until now?”
“I was afraid you’d react like my ex did,” I said simply.
Roman’s fist clenched on the arm of the recliner.
Knox twisted on the couch to face me. “Let me say this clearly. You can try anything with me, Sloane.”
“Withus,” Logan added.
“We’ll never judge you for it.”
“Unless it’s, like, super weird,” Logan said.
I turned toward him. “Super weird? Like what?”
“I had a girl two years ago who was into puppets,” he said.
Roman snorted. “Cecilia.”
“Cecilia,” Logan smirked. “She made sock puppets as a hobby, and wanted me to wear one on my hand while we had sex.”
“Did you do it?” I asked.
“What kind of question is that?” he demanded, face twisting with offense.
“Sorry, I—”
“Of course I did it.” His scowl was replaced by a goofy grin. “Weirdest sex I ever had.”
There was a pause, and then the four of us erupted into laughter.
“I’m not sure I believe you,” I said.
“I can vouch for the fact she had a collection of sock puppets,” Knox said with a grimace. “But I didn’t realize she liked themthatmuch.”
“Point is, you don’t have to worry about sharing your fantasies with us,” Logan said.
“Thanks… I think?”
“I have another question,” Knox said slowly.
“Yes, she washed the puppets,” Logan said.
“Not that. Although that’s good to know.” Knox crossed one leg over the other, his foot brushing against my thigh. “Is Roman part of our sex agreement now?”
“Oh.” The change of subject from ridiculous to serious left me speechless. “I don’t know. I haven’t really, uh…”
Roman cleared his throat. “I don’t know, either. I’m still processing everything that happened. It was great, but going forward, I just don’t… I don’t know.”
“It’s all good!” Logan said, grabbing the pitcher and refilling everyone’s glass. “Let it simmer. See how it feels. No need to decide right this moment.”
“Good,” I said, “because there’s only one thing I want to do for the next 124 minutes. WatchDie Hard 2.”
Logan almost dropped his drink. He jumped to his feet, staring down at me like I had made him angry.
