Saylor sighs, leaning back in her seat and tossing her arms to the side. “Stu and Billy can do filthy things to me.”
Bret and I both chuckle as we watch Saylor’s face melt dreamily as she stares at nothing in particular.
“Girl, you need to read some smutty dark romances. I’ve got some reverse harem recs if you want any.”
“What kind of books are you reading, Bret?”
She chuckles, blushing slightly. “In college, one of my friends got me hooked on romance books, but I found I only liked ones with darker themes, especially when the female had more than one love interest.”
“Like threesomes?” Saylor questions.
Bret chews on her thumbnail, nodding. “Or more…”
Saylor squeals in excitement, but Bret almost looks embarrassed to admit the kinds of books she likes to read.
“Hey, we don’t yuck people’s yums. Do you, girl,” I reassure her before admitting, “I’ve never had a threesome. It always felt like too much work to me.”
“I’ve definitely been curious about it. I added it to my fuck-it list.”
“Your what?”
Saylor turns toward me. “My fuck-it list. It’s like a bucket list, but for fucking.”
“Oh my god,” Bret gasps. “I love that idea.”
“Have you ever had a threesome?”
I laugh at the drastic change in conversation. “Damn, we’re getting deep today.”
Saylor shrugs. “I’ve always wanted sisters to talk about this stuff with.”
I squeeze her thigh, remembering how often she used to tell me she wished I were her sister and not her “stinky brothers”—her words, not mine.
Bret fidgets in her seat. “I’ve never had a threesome, but one time in college, I had a dream I was the main dish with two of my roommates. We were lying in bed, watching a movietogether while my third roommate had a study group over. I was squeezed between the two and drifted off to sleep. It was the hottest, most intense, realistic dream I’ve ever experienced. Like I nearly came right there without being touched, only from the sensation of the dream.”
I wave my hand over my face. “Okay, you win. Did you ever try to play out your dream?”
Bret shakes her head. “I was afraid to make things more complicated.”
Shifting in my seat, I lean forward. “Who was it with?”
“Tyler Harris. He’s the quarterback—”
“For LA!” I shout. “I met him once. So fucking hot.”
“So hot,” Saylor and Bret agree.
“Wait!” Saylor throws her arms, nearly smacking me in the face. “My brother was your roommate!”
A devilish smirk curls over Bret’s face as she meets Say’s stare.
The scream Saylor releases is nearly ear-splitting. “Oh my god,ew!”
Bret and I let out a squeal of cackles. I lean forward and clutch my stomach as I watch Saylor nearly dry heave with disgust. Bret laughs as she tries to talk her sister-in-law off the ledge.
In the midst of our laughter, we missed the door opening.
“What’s so funny?” Jett asks, startling us.
