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She shakes her head. ‘Stay. But none of the others. I don’t ... I’m not interested ...’
But she is interested in us ...God only knows why, but I wait with bated breath to see what Blake will do. He’s not acting like himself tonight, or at least not how he usually acts with girls who give him this kind of attention.
Blake stands up and glances at me. He looks rueful. Holy shit! He isn’t going to take her up on the offer. I feel like I’m in the Twilight Zone right now.
‘I didn’t know it was her first time,’ he whispers ‘I can’t do it. She already had a bad experience. What if I fuck it up?’
‘You won’t fuck it up. I’ve heard you with girls in here. They’re always happy when they leave.’ I quirk a brow. ‘It’s afterwards when you ignore them and don’t speak to them again. That’s when they hate you, bro.’
He narrows his eyes and then rolls them. ‘ImeanI’m afraid I can’t be that gentle with her. Like she needs.’ He shakes his head. ‘After a story like that, this needs to blow that first time she tried right out of the water.’
‘You were fine downstairs,’ I point out conscious that Daisy is still laying in the bed.
She’s staring up at the ceiling intently, but I can’t see what she’s looking at.
‘Yeah, but everyone was there and I didn’t want anyone to know.’
I look at Daisy again, waiting. She looks expectant, now bordering on annoyed.
‘Well?’
Blake glances at her and then at me meaningfully.
‘Fine,’ I mutter. ‘No pressure.’
I try to relax. I’ve done this more than a few times and I never had any complaints.
‘Take off your clothes,’ Blake says, diving right in and my eyes widen.
‘She’s not just going to?—’
But she’s already shimmying out of her jeans. She drops them on the floor and then stops.
‘All of them, Daisy,’ Blake orders in practically a growl.
Her pupils expand, but she hesitates and I’m almost relieved.
‘What is it?’ Blake asks. ‘Words, Daisy. And if you can’t talk for whatever reason, you tap one of us and we’ll stop whatever we’re doing, okay?’
‘Cameras,’ she mutters, looking around. ‘Are there some in here like in my room?’
Blake strides to his laptop and taps a few buttons on his keyboard.
‘Not anymore.’
She nods, the trust she’s giving us boggling my mind as she pulls her shirt up over her head and sits on the bed in front of us. She seems a little uncertain now in her bra that looks like it’s seen better days and her plain, white cotton underwear.
‘I’m going to get that girl some decent lingerie,’ Blake says to himself as his eyes travel over her.
‘I’ll get her better stuff than you will,’ I challenge.
He snorts.
‘Take off the rest of it,’ he commands in a louder voice, not giving her any quarter, but I put a hand up to stop her.
‘No,’ I say. ‘I want them on for now.’
I approach the bed and lay down beside her slowly, trying not to make any sudden movements that might scare her. Her eyes are wide as she takes me in. Fuck, she’s tiny compared to me. I love it.
