“No, no, it’s not that.” Though she kind of wished it was. That would be much easier to talk about.
“Oh, okay.” Shayla relaxed again. “Keep going, then.”
“Well, that first night, after the demonstration?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m not sure if you remember, but you left me at the bar to go to the restroom, and I kind of ran into the owners.”
“Kind of ran into them?”
“Uh huh. Zayne sat down next to me, and then Ethan—”
“Okay, you’re saying their names like you know them.”
Chloé took a big swallow of her wine.
“Wait.” Shayla sat up straight. “Do you know them?”
“Well…”
“Well what?”
“I… Yes,” Chloé said, and then figured in for a penny, in for a pound. “I know them really well. I was with them on Friday night.”
Shayla’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. “With them? As in with them, with them?”
“As in, I was their third.”
“What?”
Chloé winced as Shayla reached over and pulled off her glasses.
“You’re telling me that you spent the night with two men who own a sex club?”
“Yes.”
“And not just to talk.”
Chloé snorted. “Definitely not to talk.”
“Oh my fucking God.” Shayla leaned back on the lounger and stared up at the blue stitching of the umbrella, and Chloé gave her a minute.
It was a lot to process. Hell, she was still trying to make sense of it herself. But she needed Shayla’s advice, so the sooner her cousin caught up, the better.
“You okay over there?”
“Not really.” Shayla turned to look at her. “Are you out of your mind?”
“Possibly? But you said it yourself—anyone and everyone wants to be their third.”
“So you just decided to, what? Volunteer? How did that even—when did it even happen?”
Finally, Shayla was past the shock and was now asking the important questions.
“I went back the next night. But this time I paid for a red wristband. Thank you very much, by the way, for the hands-off white one that first night.”
“Yeah, lot of good that did. Maybe a chastity belt would’ve been better.”
“Doubtful. That probably would’ve turned them on more.”
“Oh my God. I need chocolate.” Shayla put her glass down, then grabbed the box of chocolates. She tore the wrapping off and, after stuffing three in her mouth, nodded and said, “All right, let me have it.”
Chloé sat up and turned to face her cousin. “Okay, so the night I went back, Ethan and Zayne found me and…made me a proposition.”
Shayla laughed, shaking her head. “Of course they did. What kind of proposition?”
“Well…” Chloé glanced over her shoulder to the house and, when she was satisfied no one was coming, said, “They asked me to be their submissive for a night.”
“Holy shit.”
“Crazy, right?”
“Uh, yeah, but not because of that. They’re doms. I would’ve been more surprised if they didn’t ask you to do that. What’s crazy is you agreeing. I didn’t know you were into that. You know, submitting.”
“I’m not.” When Shayla eyed her, Chloé shrugged. “At least, I didn’t think I was—or know that I was—and I still don’t, really.”
“Well, did you enjoy it?”
“The submitting or the sex?”
“Aren’t they one and the same?”
“For that first night, I guess.”
“There was more than one night?”
Chloé bit down into her lip. “Not yet.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that night was meant to be it. One and done—that’s what the contract said.”
“But I’m assuming they want more?”
“Right.” Chloé swallowed and reached for the bottle, completely forgoing the glass this time as she took a swig of wine. “I saw them again last night.”
“You little slut.”
“No, no. I mean, I am, but I didn’t see them last night like that. They came to the restaurant.”
Shayla’s jaw hit the ground. “Shut the fuck up. Was Uncle Robbie there? Julien.”
“Worse…Justin.”
“Oh shit.”
“I know. It was horrible—he was all, ‘Who are they?’ And I couldn’t really say, ‘The two guys I had sex with on Friday night.’”
Shayla nearly choked on her wine, but Chloé was on a roll now.
“I know, that’s what I’m talking about, and now they want to do it all again? I don’t know, Shay. One night I could chalk up to a crazy, out-of-body experience, but two? Maybe more? That seems a little nuts, right?”
Shayla handed her the box of chocolates, and Chloé grabbed a couple. “Is this a little nuts? Yes. It’s a whole fucking bag of nuts.”
Chloé popped a gold-leafed morsel into her mouth. “Not helping, Shay.”
“I’m not finished. It’s nuts, but at the same time not all that surprising. The submissive part—that’s a little shocking, and we’ll get back to that, but the fact that you’re curious about two men at the same time?” Shayla laughed. “Hello, your fathers are a throuple.”
Yeah, that thought had been lurking in the shadows of Chloé’s mind a bit too. That maybe she was more open to the idea because it didn’t seem strange or weird to her. Or maybe she was just a big old ho.
She quickly stuffed another chocolate into her mouth.
“Can I ask you something?”
Chloé covered her mouth and nodded. “Uh huh.”
“Did they treat you well? Did you like it?”
An image of Zayne between her thighs kissing and sucking her clit flashed into her head, right before her body clenched at the thought of Ethan inside her.
“Yes,” she mumbled around the chocolates, before blinking her cousin back into focus. “They treated me very well. I have no complaints there.”
“Then your real problem—or question—about doing this again revolves around the submissive angle.”
“Right.” Chloé swallowed, picked up the notepad, and wrote across the top, Pros & Cons of being a submissive. “That’s what this is for. I’m going to make a list of the things I did and didn’t like, and you’re going to help me.”
“Oh, I am, am I?”
“Uh, yeah. I can’t do this on my own. But you…you have a membership to a sex club. You know about these things.”
“I know about some of these things.”
“More than me.”
“I don’t know…” Shayla singsonged. The wine was starting to go their heads. “I’ve never had sex with two men.”
“Huh.” Chloé narrowed her eyes on her cousin. “What are you into?”
“Oh no. We’re not here to talk about me. We’re talking about you.”