I fight the urge to squeeze my thighs together as my clit pulses with need.
Maybe Jodie is right. My first hookup went horribly wrong, and tonight I could get a do over with Tucker or Colsen.
The problem is, I’m equally attached to each of them. How am I ever going to choose who to ask to come back to my room?
In a perfect world, I wouldn’t have to choose and I would let both these sexy hockey players rock my world.
But if life so far has taught me anything, it’s that the world—especially my world—is far from perfect.
I guess I’ll see how the evening goes. Maybe I can let them figure it out, as they bet that the one who wins the most prizes gets to drive me home. Or maybe one of them will lose interest by the time the night comes to an end.
All I know is that I’m going to be a little disappointed when I lose one of my two hot dates.
TARYN
Tucker and Colsen take competitiveness to the next level.
We spend the next hour wandering around the county fair and they battle it out to win more than one another.
So far they won me a set of shot glasses with Star Cove painted on them, two fake roses, and a voucher for a free ride on the Ferris wheel at the end of the pier.
They’ve thrown ping-pong balls into fish bowls, popped balloons with darts and tried their strength with one of those High Striker games. Spoiler alert, their hits both rang the bell at the top.
“So,” Tucker says as I walk down to the end of the pier between them. “I feel like the one who won you the most prizes should get to go on the Ferris wheel with youandget to drive you home.”
Colsen doesn’t object. “Sounds good to me. Because I think I must have won more stuff than Tucker.”
“There’s only one way to know who won.” I stop by one of the benches that run along the railing of this part of the pier and open the Star Cove tote that is one of tonight’s prizes and has come in handy to carry the rest of our loot. “Let’s see who won what.”
It’s hard to contain the giggle that wants to bubble to the surface once I count the prizes. “You’re tied.”
“Wait, what?” Tucker’s disappointment is written all over his face. “Are you sure? I won the tote too. Did you count it?”
I nod. “I did. You won the tote, but Colsen won four of the six shot glasses. You won the same number of prizes.”
“Fine.” Tucker points out the last stand on the pier before the Ferris wheel ticket booth. “There’s one last game we haven’t played. All or nothing on who scores the most points at the shooting booth.”
It’s a cowboy themed game where you have to use a BB handgun to shoot at a target. The attendant hangs a painted cowboy on a white sheet at a designated distance, and you get different scores depending on where you hit.
The gun is loaded with six bullets, and I watch as each of my dates has a turn.
“Shall we go again?” Tucker groans where at the end of their turns he and Colsen are still tied.
“I guess.” Colsen’s jaw is set, his expression determined.
“Or,” Tucker chuckles. “You could just concede, since you know I’m gonna kick your ass.”
They start arguing about who has the best aim, and an idea hits me while I watch them.
“Hey guys?”
The sound of my voice makes them snap out of their bickering, and they both look a little embarrassed.
“Sorry, Taryn,” Colsen rubs the back of his neck. “Sometimes we let our competitive nature get the best of us.
“What he said.” Tucker groans.
I reassure them that I’m not mad. “You’re good. I’m kinda flattered about this whole thing, but I have an idea. Why don’t you both ride the Ferris wheel with me? And I would love it if you both took me home.”
