Page 54 of Snow Balled

“The point is, she’s not intimidated by you two. So stop acting like she’s a China doll who’s going to break if you touch her wrong.”

“We didn’t touch her wrong,” Tristan grumbled, and Drew’s head swung around. Apparently, he hadn’t been aware anything had gone on between Tristan and Sierra.

“She’s the most repressed woman I’ve ever met,” I continued.

Drew wouldn’t meet anyone’s eyes, but I didn’t think he was truly mad. He never was. “Sexually, you mean.”

“Right.”

“It’s not surprising, given her background,” Tristan said. “She grew up in Hollywood. She was a child star. You know what she told me? Her first real kiss was with an actor old enough to be her father. She was seventeen at the time.”

I gave a low whistle. “That’s fucked up.” Though not exactly a surprise. She didn’t act like a person who’d had a normal, healthy upbringing. Then again, who had?

Now Drew was staring at Tristan. “Seriously? That’s awful.”

Tristan nodded.

“But… I think it’s fair to say our Sierra has shown herself to be willing to open up to new experiences. Wouldn’t you agree?” I asked.

Both of them nodded. It wasn’t like they could dispute that point.

“So, I think we should help her with that. You both already have.”

Neither of them said anything. I knew Tristan like I knew myself, and this conversation wasn’t sitting well with him—yet, he couldn’t deny anything I’d said.

“We came up here to work, not to worry about Sierra,” he said.

“Yet, that’s what we keep doing,” I responded, and Drew nodded. “But we are still getting some work done. So is she. But I think that if we clear up a few things between us, we’d all be better off.”

“What do you propose?” Drew asked me. He knew me well enough to know I always had a plan.

“If she wants to explore, let’s let her. We know what we’re doing. We can make sure she doesn’t get hurt.”

“And we won’t take advantage of her the way those assholes in Hollywood did,” Tristan added. Then he looked at me. “Do you think she’d be open to sharing?”

“What?” Drew asked.

“I think so, yes.” Over the years, Tristan had come to trust my ability to figure out what women wanted—in the bedroom, at least.

Drew finally caught up. “You two have shared a woman before?”

“It’s been a while,” I admitted, and Tristan nodded.

“What makes you think she’d be into that?” Drew demanded.

“She’s already made out with two out of the three of us.”

“So?”

“So, that means she likes all of us.”

“Except you,” Tristan said.

“Except me.” That was what I got for giving her space.

“We’ll let her decide what she wants, of course,” Tristan said. “But would anyone here get their feelings hurt if she wants more than one of us?” His eyes were on Drew, who shook his head.

“I just want her to be happy.”

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