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“No, that’s not what I was going to say—” I intone. But Cross interrupts.
“I’ve never used rubbers in my life and I’m not going to start now,” he says in a flat tone. “No way, no how.”
Lily’s startled by his rude objection, but I hold up one hand, hoping to soften the blow. Damage control is highly needed in this scenario.
“What Cross is saying is that there are other ways to not get pregnant,” I correct in a smooth tone. “There are lots of ways to enjoy one another without bringing latex into the equation.”
Cross snorts rudely.
“It’s not the latex,” he growls. “It’s that I want to feel tight young pussy flesh squeezing my dick, or tight young anal walls massaging my cock. You might as well kick me out now if you’re going the latex route.”
I shake my head because Cross’s belligerent attitude isn’t helping things. But Lily doesn’t seem put off. Instead, she takes a deep breath and looks us straight in the eye.
“I know,” she says in a soft voice. “Most men like to go in raw, and condoms are a downer. In fact, I like it raw too because it feels glorious to have man release deep in your pussy, depositing his sperm in your sweetest spot. But given the conundrum we’re in, I’d like to propose a compromise.”
“Okay,” Scott drawls, his black eyes arched. “And what might that be?”
Lily bites her plush pout, her lips going rose-red in the process. Shit, she’s so gorgeous and tempting, sitting on the couch with her big breasts out, and that tiny g-string covering nothing but her clit. I have half a mind to stop the conversation right here, right now, before pressing my face between her legs and lapping up the sweet folds of her cunt. That’ll make her forget all talk of latex and rubbers. What a killjoy.
But Lily nods again and giggles sweetly.
“Well, I have a friend whom I think you’d really like,” she mewls. “Her name is Rose, and she’s gorgeous. How about if Rose comes and services you too?” Lily posits in a hopeful voice. “Would you like that? I promise, Rose is as slutty and horny as me, which means that she adores male cock. So what do you say, gentlemen? Use protection today, in exchange for a shot at Rose?”
The three of us growl low in our chests because is Lily serious? Is she really offering up a teenage friend to be penetrated in all three holes by three unrelenting, masculine alpha males? Is she really sacrificing her best buddy to a sordid menage where anything can happen?
But the jerking of my cock tells me what my response will be because I’ve always had a weakness for curvy young women who enjoy spreading their legs … and it seems my dreams are coming true tonight.
4
Barrett
Cross snorts at the proposal, crossing strong arms over his broad chest.
“No. I’m not using rubbers just because you’ve lined up a hot date for us with your friend. I’ve never used condoms before, and I’m not going to start now.”
I squeeze Lily’s hand, trying to appear supportive even though I’m also less-than-thrilled with her offer.
“It’s not that we don’t appreciate your offer,” Scott interjects in a deep tone. “We do. But you have to understand that there are dozens of young women who’d like to be with us. We have ladies approaching us every hour of every day.”
“Really?” Lily asks, cocking her head. “Is that true?”
Cross snorts, sitting back against the sofa.
“Honey, on the way here, I stopped by the White Horse Tavern for a quick drink, and I was propositioned by three women within ten minutes,” he says in an ironic tone. “Hell, when I left, even the homeless woman on the street asked me out.”
I try not to guffaw because this is getting out of hand. It’s true that my buddies and I don’t need matchmaking services, but Scott doesn’t need to rub it in by citing the example of the homeless woman either.
“What we’re trying to say is that your offer is kind and thoughtful, but no thanks. A tryst with your friend isn’t going to convince us to use condoms,” I say in a gentle tone. “No offense, sweetheart, but Rose could be a troll that we wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot pole.”
Lily doesn’t answer right away. Instead, she’s silent for a moment while pursing her lips. Then, she whips out a cell phone from somewhere, and quickly scrolls through some photos.
“Honey, I get where you’re going,” I drawl. “But showing us Rose’s photos aren’t going to help. We don’t need to see your friend’s Instagram feed, her Tiktok profile, or whatever young ladies are using these days.”
“No, it’s not Tinder, nor Tiktok, nor a social media profile,” Lily says, squinting a bit as she thumbs over her screen. “Rose had some boudoir photos taken the other day, and I think you’ll change your mind when you see them. Oh here, I found them,” she says, holding the cell screen out to me. “See? Rose is gorgeous and I think you’d enjoy a hot session with her.”
I lean forward, expecting to see something raunchy because these are boudoir photos, after all. Even worse, a lot of women who get these types of snaps taken are very Real Housewives of New Jersey. They’re generally overdone with fillers, fake tans, and boobs that could act as lifebuoys. It’s not the aesthetic we go for because we prefer young, fresh, and most importantly, untouched by a knife.
But to my surprise, the woman on the screen appears natural, with lush curves, a sweet smile, and flowing pink hair falling in a waterfall over her back.
