Shaine
finds herself desperately attracted to Colt, but she's in a
relationship with Brent. They have always kept things loose, each
thinking that's what the other wanted. Now, Shaine isn't so sure. The
entire cast and crew are out for a party, enjoying a casual dinner at
Uncle Jay's Pub. Shaine finds herself talking to Colt, Brent and his
cousin, Romy.
"When's
your next rugby match?" she asked, by way of changing the
subject.
Romy
laughed, tipping his chair. "No matches for awhile. Practice is
Saturday at ten like always. Want to come watch?"
"It
depends on if I've got something more important to do. You know,
laundry, washing the car. . . ."
Romy
grabbed his chest like she'd shot him. "Oh, you wound me, love!
Bunch of handsome blokes dashing about the field pummeling one
another? What's not to love?"
"Take
your shirts off, I'll come."
"We'd
be out of league uniform."
"Then
I'll pass. Violence on the field doesn't do it for me. Violence and
shirtless men on the field—does."
"What's
your feeling about hockey?" Colt asked her.
"Too
much clothing. At least the rugby guys wear shorts."
"Brent,
dude, you are one lucky man." Colt grinned at him. "You've
got a woman who doesn't mind telling you what turns her on."
"Naked
men," Brent chuckled.
"Nearly
naked, thanks. I like a little left to the imagination. I mean, when
you've seen one dick, you've seen them all."
Three
men groaned loudly.
"That
hurts," Brent said. "We like to think we're all unique."
"Baby,
that's like asking me which skateboard I want to ride, the long or
the short one. They all have wheels, they all have sandpaper on top
and they get me where I want to go. The decoration is different, the
wheels faster or slower, but they're all skateboards."
"You're
comparing a man's package to a skateboard?" Colt looked confused
and somewhat disheartened. "That ain't even right."
"You
cut me to the quick, love," Romy said. "We men are rather
attached to our personal units, you understand. Are you saying size
isn't a factor?"
They
leaned toward her, curious. Shaine giggled, tossing her head.
"It
matters some. Too big is almost as bad as too small. Each woman has
her own idea of just right, kind of like Goldilocks."
"Well,
the three bears here wanna know, what's just right?" Colt
smirked.
"You
really want to know?"
They
were hanging on her every word. Nodding, they scooted closer as she
leaned over the table.
"Ask
Brent, cause it's in his pants." She smiled sweetly, excusing
herself from the table.
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2015 Dellani Oakes
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