We all melt into a sort of body puddle on the floor, their arms around me, stroking me, holding me.

I’m adrift on a soft cloud where I’m safe and cared for. Where nothing is weird or wrong about me.

And then the lights come on.

Chapter Fourteen

Fletcher

Blinding light fills the room suddenly, unexpectedly, and unwelcomed.

The storm that is raging outside our little house near the campus of Cascadia State University is nothing compared to what just happened in the living room between my best friend, my little sister’s best friend, and me. I’m surprised our house is still standing.

I’m still shaking from the ferocious orgasm and very confused about how I should be feeling other than replete and exhausted.

The shock of the return of our electricity rudely interrupts the three of us basking in the afterglow of the hottest sexual experience of my life, and the light seems sharp and brutal. Penelope is curled between us, and I see the anxiety filling her eyes as the light in the room brings reality back to our totally fucked up yet super-hot circumstances.

I’m supposed to be protecting this girl. She moved in to escape a dangerous dorm situation and look at us now. Some protector I am. She’s my little sister’s best friend, younger than us, totally inexperienced, and I just came down her throat like she was a star in a porno.

After my best friend did the same.

It was her idea. I know it in my head. She wanted it. Asked us for it using so many words. But there’s always a trace of guilt regarding Penelope, and it stems from me knowing that I should feel guilty, but don’t. I should be ashamed, but I’m not.

I feel guilty that I am 100 percent perfectly fine with passing her back and forth to my best friend. That it satisfies some dark desire I didn’t know I had. That she asked us to teach her the things she doesn’t know about men, the things she can’t learn from her many, many books, and Shane and I are both eager to make her every filthy fantasy come true.

Penelope Winters is nothing like the girls I’m used to dating. The girls my parents expect me to date to further my political ambitions. Sweet, uncomplicated girls who don’t mind being in the public eye.

Penelope is uncomfortable around most people. She’s a genius but lacks a lot of social skills, as she’s always first to admit. I don’t think she has any desire to live her life in the spotlight.