Pointing to my chest, I shout, “It’smyvirginity, not yours.”
“But don’t you think it should have been a conversation first?” Rory rages back.
He’s angry, and I understand why. And despite his outrage, I know I’m not in any danger. None of them would ever hurt me. I know that to the depths of my dark soul.
“No,” I shake my head, “And you don’t have to worry about me getting attached. It’s not like I’m going to suddenly start writing ‘R+S’ all over my journal.”
We can now add “sassy brat” below “whiny child” to my list of adjectives.
Rory moves toward me, aiming his words right at my face. He towers over me, but I’m not scared. I should be, but I’m not. “And what about my journal? What if I’m the one who gets attached? What if I suddenly get ‘R+S’ tattooed on my chest?”
My mouth opens, but I can’t speak.
A tattoo? That’s much more permanent…
“That’s not the same as writing it in a journal,” I mutter.
Hunter’s hand appears on Rory’s shoulder and pulls him backward, creating a gap. “Stop it. You’re both acting like children.” He turns to me, holding up his finger. “Savannah, a woman isn’t the only one who can develop feelings when being intimate. I’m sure you already know that because you’re not stupid. So stop lashing out just because you’re embarrassed.” Then he spins the other direction. “Rory, use your goddamn words. Just tell her that it meant something to you. If you want her to be honest, then you need to be honest.” Hunter lowers his voice and sighs. “Now that I’ve played mediator, I’m going to bed. If anyone tries to wake me up before noon, it’s your funeral.” He’s out of the room and gone, leaving us in awkward silence.
Rubbing my eyes, I take a moment to let Hunter’s words sink in.
He’s right. I am embarrassed.
Using my hand to rub my other arm, I stare down at my feet. “I should have considered your feelings. I’m sorry.”
“What was that?” Rory pushes.
My head snaps up. “You heard me.”
Rory looks me in the eye, hopefully recognizing the sincerity behind my apology.
His body deflates. “It meant a lot to me that I was your first. I can’t begin to describe what it did to me when I realized that my cock was the first one inside you.”
I chuckle and joke, “You could try.”
Rory’s body shifts. He leans toward me, and his eyes darken.
“I don’t want there to be anyone else. Besides Hunter and Luke, no one. I’ll give you everything, Savannah. I’ll make you scream for God’s mercy. Just don’t let another near your perfect little cunt.”
This kind of attention would normally send me running for the hills. But right now, I have a strange urge to push him further.
I feel my lips turn into a smirk. “But what if?—”
“Don’t test me, Dream Girl,” he growls, getting closer.
His warning doesn’t deter me.
“Show me,” I challenge.
“With an audience?” Rory tilts his head toward Luke, and a knot twists my stomach.
Sweet baby Jesus. I forgot he’s here.
My gaze connects with his, and the knot inside me loosens as warmth spreads through my belly. The fire in Luke’s eyes is potent.
My focus shifts back and forth between the two men in front of me. Neither seems dissuaded by the presence of the other in the room.
Oddly, this doesn’t feel wrong—the thought of being with them. A few weeks ago, I would have never considered something like this. But now…
