Oscar almost falls off his seat. “What? It can’t be.”
Alek’s victorious grin is all the answer Oscar needs. My virginity is clearly something to celebrate.
“You lucky bastard. She is ripe for the picking.” Oscar runs his tongue over his thick bottom lip, watching Saint and me.
I huddle closer to Saint who places his hand at the back of my neck. His thumb circles over my racing pulse. His touch calms me until Oscar speaks.
“I would give anything to see you break her in.” The protruding at the front of Oscar’s pants reveals just how much so. “Actually, I think a few of us would. How much?”
Alek blinks once as it seems Oscar has caught him off guard.
“What’s the matter? Friends share, do they not?” This is personal for Oscar. What did Alek do?
There doesn’t seem to be an option for Ale
