Page 56 of Desolation
“I think we all need to hold off on sex until we settle into this and find a way to equally share Lana. We don’t want to rush her.”
Hold up.
I try to sit up but the twins have arms as heavy as boulders. Giving in, I flop back down and try to sound authoritative from under the snuggle pile. “Um, excuse me? I’m right fucking here. I don’t need you or anyone else making that decision for me. If I want to suck and fuck someone’s cock tonight, I’m going to do that. If I want to give you guys blue balls for the next three months, I’m going to do that. I will be going at my own pace with each individual person.”
Hale wears a look of shock and holds his hands up in surrender. “Woah, I was just trying to make sure you don’t feel pressured by anyone.”
I know he’s trying to look out for me but he doesn’t get to decide how to do that. No one else is making these decisions for me. I don’t want anyone tip-toeing around me because of some proclamation he’s made.
“I know that, Hale. However, as you said, there’s only one of me—and the vagina rules.” I smirk at him, daring him to challenge me on this.
A deep, throaty laugh sounds from Ash. “Holy shit, hearing her say suck and fuck a cock mightactuallygive me blue balls for three months.”
Laughter rings in the room at his comment, lightening the mood tremendously.
I notice Zedd squirming a little, not meeting my eyes and not laughing along as enthusiastically. “Zedd, baby? Are you sure you’re okay with all of this?”
Zedd, baby … I like the sound of that.
As the term of endearment rolls off my tongue, his face instantly flushes red as a tomato. He’s sweet and innocent andsoeasily flustered. Since I wasn’t high on the ‘experienced’ list, having this effect on him was always a boost to my confidence.
He rubs the back of his neck, nervous. “Yeah, I’m fine.” After a beat of silence, he says, “I’m just going to be honest—I’m a virgin. So, we can go at whatever pace you want. I won’t rush you.”
Deep down, I expected that from my sweet man. To avoid making him feel embarrassed, I quickly blurt out, “Well at least someone saved themselves for me! The rest of you are heathens.”
Hale chokes slightly before patting his chest. “Actually … I’m also a virgin.”
Mic fucking drop.
I gape at him as the rest of the guys snort or cough at the revelation. Clearly, none of us saw this coming. He’s been on plenty of dates and, with his good looks and charming nature, I’d always assumed he’d have easily scored.
Feeling slightly taken-aback, I amend my previous statement. “Fine. Only Ash, Luke, and Leo are heathens.”
Two noses nudge into my side, sliding my shirt up with the action, exposing my tanned midriff. Small, wet kisses land on my stomach and my vision dots from the rush of arousal.
Leo whispers against my skin. “You’re right. We’re definitely heathens. That just means we’ll make you cry our names out as you cum on our tongues, fingers and cocks.”
A lightning bolt of pleasure shoots straight to my vagina as I imagine the vivid scenes their dirty words evoke.
“Alright, well, I’m going to go cook us all dinner.”
Zedd’s voice breaks through the cloud of lust.
“Wait! Do we still need to discuss anything else? I want everyone to feel comfortable.”
He’s already gone, heading downstairs to escape.
Did I offend him or hurt his feelings? Wow, you already fucked this up, Lana. Great job.
I throw the twins’ arms off me. “Listen! Just because you guys are comfortable with displays of affection doesn’t mean we need to rub it in his face. I shouldn’t have let you do that in front of everyone this soon.”
“Lana, he’ll be fine,” Hale says. “He’s just embarrassed that he doesn’t know how to act with you. He truly has no sexual experience. I’ve done everything besides have sex so I’m not as uncomfortable as him but I get it.”
My panic levels lower at the reassurance but I still feel like I need to make this right with Zedd. He deserves to feel like an equal and feeling less-than because of the extent of his sexual experience isn’t okay with me. Besides, I quite like the thought of Hale and him not having crossed that line with another woman.
I lean forward and crawl on all fours to the edge of the bed and scramble to stand. Addressing the guys, I say, “I’m going down there to talk with him. Please give us a few minutes alone.”
At their acceptance, I blow out a breath and walk out of the room, bounding down the stairs on a mission to ease Zedd’s mind. I find him with his back to me, head stuck in the fridge as he digs around.Here goes nothing.
