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Clearly enjoying our exchange, she snickers. “No. From oral.”

“Holy hell. Now that’s some news. One point for baby daddy.” Smiling, I lick my finger and mark the air with an imaginary point. It’s not every day a man gets to add first oral-gasm to his list of life accomplishments. Not that I keep that kinda shit. But, for my son’s mother, I’m gonna jot that down for safekeeping.

Kit laughs with her entire body. I take another mental note to make her do that more often. If I thought her chuckle was erection worthy, her laugh is downright sexy personified. “You’re ridiculous. It was good, though.”

“If I remember right, your friend wanted us to have a threesome.” Said friend wasn’t hot like her. Not even close. She was needy, too. Almost whiny. An image of Niki takes root, and I wince internally. Why I put up with that from her and not a chick who wanted a threesome, I couldn’t answer. Perhaps Niki’s grown on me. Maybe my patience has matured since then. A lot changes in twenty years.

“But you said your cock was broken from all the sex.”

Too bad I don’t have the heart to tell her my dick would’ve worked had I wanted him to. Maybe. Possibly. I’d give it the good ol’ college try. Having sex with her friend wasn’t on my priority list. I don’t have to remember every second of the day to know that to be true.

“We were at our campsite. In a tent, I believe.” In our younger days, we camped traditionally. Now that we’re old fucks and have the dollars to spend, we rent RVs. A whole slew of ‘em.

She nods. “Yep. We were.”

“And she was naked.” Big floppy tits, no ass. Ergo, not my type.

“She was and so was I.”

“Right. No tats then… like you got now.” Crossing my ankles, I jut my chin at her colorful forearms. “Didn’t she eat your pussy, too? After we had sex?”

“Yes. See, you remember quite a bit up here.” Kit taps the side of her head, sounding pleased as punch. And I’m pleased ’cause she’s pleased.

“It was fuckin’ hot.” I flash her a wink.

Watching her get tongued out by a chick was the hottest part. Not who was doin’ it. Think I might’ve had a hand in that, too. Said something to the woman about gettin’ her friend off for me after I’d blown my load inside her. Yes, now I remember doing that. Reckless on my part. Couldn’t tell ya why I let it happen, only that it did. Hence, Adam.

Kit’s blush intensifies as her fingers continue to rub along the arms of my chair out of nervousness, or to give her hand something to do. I don’t know nor care. I just wanna watch. “It was the best sex I’ve had in my life.”

“Seriously?” I arch a brow and will my pulse to get under control. I shouldn’t like this news as much as I do.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not the first I’ve heard I’m the best. You know women, especially club whores, they’ll say anything to boost a man’s ego. Kit admitting it, I know isn’t for my benefit.

“Yes. Unlike you, I got married a month later. Jeremy was the second person I’ve ever slept with.”

I swallow hard. “Making me number three?”

“That is correct.” It’s her turn to return the wink.

Massaging the nape of my neck, I digest that nugget of information, my stomach tight. “Fuck. That’s some news.” I chuckle awkwardly. Just when I think she can’t surprise me anymore, I learn I’m the third in a very short line of partners. I’m willing to bet there’s been less than a handful after Jeremy. Probably less than that even. Not that I’m gonna ask. It’s none of my business. Her body, her choice. I fully support that, even if I put a kid in her, and hate the idea of anyone else putting their dick where mine’s been. Where my son came from. Irrational? Fuck yeah, now ask me if I care. I don’t.

I clench my fist on the desk and take a deep breath to cleanse the unwanted thoughts. It’s been an off kinda day, between this and the club attacks yesterday. Then the stuff with Niki, I’m not exactly running on normal.

Kit doesn’t seem to notice my internal struggle when she throws in, “I’m sure it is, considering your lifestyle.” She’s not judging. It’s a simple comment.

“Does that gross you out?” I counter, hopin’ she’s not offended by how I live.

Her head tilts to the side. “No. Should it?”

“I did have Niki on my lap half-naked in your presence.” While it might not have been the best thing for her to see, it’s best Kit knows the score now before Adam gets involved and she’s suddenly shocked how we live. Better to lay all the shit out there and let the cards fall where they may.

“According to Viper, that’s a common occurrence around here.”

My head bobs in agreement. “That’s true. We have a lot of regular club whores who put out.” Niki bein’ the only club whore I bed on a regular. The rest bore me. The others are too young. Sure, gettin’ my dick wet in a twenty-year-old would’ve been fun fifteen years ago. I may like ‘em young, but not that young.

“I asked him if she was yours,” Kit says, and I chuckle.

“Did he laugh at you?”

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