Page 19 of Her Juicy Cherry (Sweet Treats 2)

Hank rolls his eyes.

“Rivals, bullshit. Rivals mean that you might actually be at my level, but you were way below me when it came to programming.”

Huck merely blows air out from between his teeth.

“Yeah, right. Anyways, our friend here was riled up and horny, but he had no idea why. He was dating tons of women, but they could never satisfy the animal urge within. Finally, we were working a late night, just the two of us, and we got into an argument.”

“Literally, a fist fight,” adds Hank. “It shouldn’t have happened at the office, but it did. Thank god no one was around.”

“We were literally pummeling each other and tearing at each other’s clothes. Before we knew it, we were naked and rolling around on the floor,” says Huck. “In fact, the asshole was kissing me, and I was shocked at first. I was thinking what the fuck? This jerk wants a piece of me? But then I kissed him back, and as you can imagine, the rest is history.”

“I offered my ass to him that night, and we never looked back,” adds Hank. “Ever since then, we’ve always been bisexual. We date women, but we always tell them that it’s a threesome, and that we dig one another too.”

I stare at them curiously.

“And are the women you date okay with it? I mean, a threesome with MMF action is considered insane by some.”

Huck grins at me, his white teeth flashing.

“I’m glad you’ve caught onto the lingo so quickly, with MMF meaning bisexual. But yeah, more or less, the women are okay with it. Of course, it takes a certain type of woman to accept us, and often, we keep our relationship on the downlow because it’s not something widely accepted in polite society. People outwardly support polyamory and bisexuality, but they don’t actually want to be friends with someone who engages in the lifestyle.”

I nod with understanding.

“I get it. So while you were in San Francisco, you had MMF threesomes. But what about now? Are you guys in a relationship with anyone?”

Hank pins me with a serious look.

“Do you think we are?”

Huck also chimes in.

“Would we ask you to be our lab tech if we had another willing woman available to us?”

I look at them, and then shake my head slowly.

“No, I suppose not.”

The men look pleased.

“Yeah, of course not, Courtney. That’s where you come in. With your lush, curvy body and willing ways, the sky’s the limit. Anything’s possible.”

I grow hot because does he mean that I’m sliding into the position of girlfriend? At first, I’m not sure how I feel about it, but then my heart expands painfully. Who am I kidding? I would love to be Hank and Huck’s girlfriend. They’re wealthy, intelligent men who make me feel amazing, and who treat me like a lady despite the dirty work we do together. I’d be lucky to be with them.

“But who have you been with since you moved out to Lodi?” I ask. “You moved out here a while ago. Surely, you’ve enjoyed women in the meantime?”

The men share a look.

“Well, we haven’t had a long-term girlfriend in a while,” Hank begins slowly. “But as you know, we’re truly bisexual, which means we need both sexes to feel fulfilled. Sometimes, what we do is go into the city to find a one-night stand. Usually, she’s a sexy woman who’s open-minded, lush and curvy like you. We’ve had a string of those for years now. Does that freak you out?”

I blink a few times.

“One night stands with women? Do you mean hookers?”

The men shake their head.

“No,” says Huck in a gentle voice. “They’re not hookers, and they don’t get paid. We just show up at bars in the city, and a lot of women gravitate to us. It’s probably because of that motherfucker’s good looks,” he says, rolling his eyes at Hank. “But it’s not difficult to meet someone, and even after you explain the deal, a lot of women are okay with it. So yeah, we’ve had a string of “temporaries,” as we like to call them.”

Wow. This is so much to process, and I nod before giving each of them a kiss and scampering off. But now, I’m alone high up in the cherry tree, plucking fruit, and I can’t wait to see Hank and Huck again. Of course, I need to figure out where this is going because what happens after cherry season is over? Will I lose my position as a lab assistant too? I need to figure these things out, and the clock’s ticking.

“Courtney, are you coming down?” asks Abigail from below in a plaintive voice. Oh right. My friend is waiting so that we can take a break together. I wipe my brow, sling my pouch over my shoulder more securely, and call down to her.

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