Sex Holiday by Natalie Acres

Author:Natalie Acres
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Book/Menage
ISBN: 1606017047
Published: 2009-12-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Ansley answered on the first ring.

Patience blurted out, “What am I doing?” In Ansley-style—because everything was always about Ansley—

she said, “I’m not sure what you’re doing, but I’m in your room raiding your closet right now. Your mom asked me to feed the animals while they’re away, and I have to tell you, I’m so glad she did. I have unlimited access to your wardrobe. You still have stuff in shopping bags, Patience!”

“Yes, Ansley. I know.” And she would’ve liked to have worn the new off the clothes before Ansley and Kimberly snipped the tags.

“Anyway, so what are you doing? I hope you’re calling to tell me you’ve already let down your defenses. Heck, just tell me something juicy like ‘I just enjoyed the best fuck of my life.’ Which one has the biggest—”

“Ansley, really.”

“I’m serious, here. By now, you should know size, shape, and of course—the one I hate—any limitations. There’s nothing to stand in your way. Grab the bull by its horns. Ride those stallions. Fuck their chickens.”

“Fuck their chickens?” Patience tried to keep in mind her best friend was a tramp.

“Just give me the goods. Have you humped and bumped one or both of them yet?”

A proud tramp.

“No, Miss Promiscuous, I have not.”

“Why the hell not?”

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Sex Holiday

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“Because,” she began, “for heaven’s sake, try to remember I just met these guys a few weeks ago.”

“You try to remember you’re a gal with two years experience with two domineering Doms who fucked you in every conceivable way known to mankind, not to mention every public place in Asheville.

This ain’t your first gig, baby,” she drawled.

“Oh, I get it. I’ve slept with two men in my entire life and now I’m a trained whore?”

“No, but you’re not,” she paused, “let me say this as delicately as possible. You’re not a virgin either, deary.” She took an exasperated breath and seemed to blow the bulk of air right into the phone. “You are a grown woman. There is no reason why you can’t knock on the McCoy’s door and say, ‘Hey, I’m horny. What do you say we get naked and play?’ I’ll bet they’d yank your little ass inside their condo so fast you wouldn’t know what hit you.”

“Ansley Cartwell,” she gasped when she heard a noise next door.

“Oh, dear God,” she said. “Hang on a minute.”

“Whatever you say,” Ansley said. “I’m going through your handbags now trying to match something to this new little red pantsuit I found shoved in the back of your closet.” Patience slipped her cell phone onto a nearby glass-top table and crept over to the balcony railing. She took deep breaths. I can do this.

She took short ones. I-can-do-this-I-can-do-this.

Then she pushed her entire upper body around the concrete wall and peered over at the McCoy’s empty balcony. Relieved, she hopped down and returned to the phone. “Okay, as you were saying?”

“I’m finished. It’s your life. I want you to have the best one you can possibly have.

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