What the hell was going on? Shotgun undid the window as the guy offered a death stare. “Allegra’s home by ten. Are you virgins?” came the demand.
“What the fuck?” Shotgun asked, looking confused.
“If you’re a virgin, you’d better return one.”
It took me a couple of seconds to work that out, and when I did, I laughed. If I were a virgin and returned one, that meant we’d not slept with Allegra.
“Hate you,” Allegra hissed from the back.
“Have fun, cousin!” he crowed and chuckled. “Sorry, guys. Allegra is the worst when it comes to our dates. A bit of payback doesn’t hurt. I’m Stafford.”
“The stripper and dancer?” Shotgun asked.
“Yup!”
From the rear, Allegra muttered curses, each gaining in violence.
Stafford grinned and held out a hand. Shotgun and I both shook it.
“Wrap up. Do you have enough on you, kids?” Stafford inquired cheekily. Allegra mock screamed, and Shotgun chuckled.
“On that note, we’re leaving.”
Stafford placed a hand on the door. “Allegra’s special. Look after her,” he ordered soberly and moved away.
Shotgun pulled out as Allegra ceased her threats.
“Stafford loves you,” I said, turning.
“Love him too, but he’s a raging asshole. Just wait till he brings the next girlfriend back,” Allegra threatened.
“Do you house-share?” I asked.
“Stafford, Lowell, Damon, and I do.”
“That’s gotta make crazy sex hard,” Shotgun said, and I laughed. Allegra blinked before grinning.
“Oh, no dates allowed at home. If you want to fuck, that’s what hotels are for,” she replied, and now I was shocked.
“Okay,” I replied for lack of anything else to say.
“Did Shotgun tell you about our talk?” Allegra asked shyly.
“Yup, they’re all valid questions and thoughts. Honestly, I feel the same. What if you fall for Shotgun and not me? Will I lose him, both of you, or what? It causes my stomach to twist.” I admitted.
Shotgun placed a hand on my thigh and squeezed. “I’ve got faith,” he said quietly.
“One of us needs to have, right?” I quipped.
“Don’t do that,” Allegra ordered.
“Do what?”
“Make fun of this. The fear makes you sick, we all feel the same,” she replied.
“Damn, it’s like you already know us,” I murmured.
“Maybe because we’re meant to be together?”
