Chapter 167 The Night That Refused to Stay Buried
POV Maya:
“I can’t believe he did that,” I burst out laughing, listening to the story Dominic is telling.
There’s nothing scary about these stories. They’re just telling me all the embarrassing situations they’ve been through. I like it—it lets me know they trust me with the things they’re most ashamed of.
“If he did, Mom walked into the club horrified,” Adrian continues, and I can’t hold it in anymore. I laugh far too loud.
“That’s why I don’t go to BDSM clubs anymore,” Luca says, and I lie down on the grass, unable to handle the pain in my stomach from laughing so hard.
“Luca, you were seventeen. How did you even get into one?” He makes a face, and his brothers join me in laughter.
“Can we change the subject?” he asks, and I agree, because otherwise I’m going to throw up all the marshmallows I ate—and I ate a lot.
“I’m not feeling well,” I declare, closing my eyes. “I need to breathe for a bit, or I’ll pass out from laughing so hard. Don’t tell any more stories for now.”
“Okay,” I hear them agree between laughs.
“Then it’s your turn to tell us something embarrassing.” I open my eyes and all five of them stare at me, nodding their heads up and down, leaving me no chance to refuse. “We told things no one else knows. Now you have to tell us something on that level.”
I close my eyes again, trying to think of something embarrassing that no one knows, but it’s hard. I’m always doing something embarrassing—the difference is there are usually lots of people witnessing it. I don’t have any situation no one knows about… except that one time I… Oh, shit.
“Okay, there is something. No one knows this, and…” I fall silent.
“We’re waiting.”
“Promise you won’t laugh at me and say I’ve always been a slut, even when I was still innocent,” I ask, pouting.
“Impossible. You’re a slut and we already know that. And innocent? Tell another one,” Mikhail says, and we all laugh, because he’s right.
“Fine,” I say, making an exaggerated pout. I close my eyes and tell them about the first time I kissed a man—or was it five? I already had one foot in a harem back then and never realized it. Who would’ve thought? “About four years ago, I went to a party at a nightclub. It’s one of the hottest clubs in Dallas. I wasn’t very strong with alcohol back then, so it didn’t take long before I was tipsy.” I smile, remembering how crazy I was. “It was my twenty-second birthday, and I didn’t have anyone to spend it with. I didn’t want to be alone, so I went.”
Am I really telling them this? I swore I’d forget that night, because I don’t even remember much of it anyway.
“I bumped into two men dressed as pirates. They weren’t much older than me.” I smile, remembering how worthless the two of them were. “I don’t know how one thing led to another, but within seconds we were making out in the corner of the club. Making out is an understatement—we were practically having sex in public.”
I keep my eyes closed. I don’t want to see their looks of disapproval at this particular part of the story.
“I was enjoying being with them,” I sigh and finally lay my cards on the table. “I’d never been with anyone before. They were the first men I ever kissed.” I confess and still don’t open my eyes to see their shocked faces, because they must be. “Thank you for not laughing at me for having my first kiss at twenty-two. We were very worked up, but we didn’t go any further because three men showed up. I believe they were their friends. They were irritated, from what little I heard of the argument, but I was too drunk to understand anything anyway.”
Too bad I never ran into them again.
“They had to leave, and since I was a little slutty and very drunk, I grabbed the guy dressed as a gunslinger and kissed his mouth. Somewhere in my twisted head I believed I was kissing one of the pirates—but I wasn’t.” I let out a laugh. “To sum up my shame, before they left, I grabbed each one of them and gave them a big kiss, and then they were gone. The biggest one, dressed as Zorro, was unbearable. He was the last one I kissed, and it was to make him happy—he was really angry. When I got home, I was smiling, and I thanked those five strangers. It was the first birthday I was happy and not alone. Two weeks later I met Peter, and the rest is history.”
I finish telling the story and am surprised not to hear any laughter. I open my eyes slowly to make sure they didn’t leave me there alone, but all I see when I open them are wide eyes and open mouths.
Oh, fuck. They wouldn’t…
Fuck. What are the chances?
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POV Dominic:
This shit can’t be happening. So she was the angel with fire in her ass from that hellish party I didn’t even want to go to? Of course she was. Fate really does love to fuck what’s already fucked. I stare in horror at the redhead lying on the grass, who soon sits up and opens her mouth, but no sound comes out. We stay like that for a few minutes. There’s nothing to say. As she herself reminded us, that was four years ago—it doesn’t influence or change anything.
“Well, I didn’t see that one coming,” she shrugs. “I thought you never left the farm for anything.”
“It was just that one time,” Luca replies as he gets to his feet. “Well, I think I’m going to bed. I’m tired, and tomorrow I need to wake up early.” My brother doesn’t wait for any response and just walks away.
“You had never kissed anyone before that night?” Adrian asks, but before Maya can answer, he asks another question that makes Luca’s hurried steps stop. “Does that mean you were a virgin and willing to be with all of us?”
I close my eyes. I don’t want to hear the answer to this shit.
“It’s obvious that I was,” she replies. “But don’t worry, I wouldn’t have been able to handle all of you. I was very inexperienced.”
That’s not the reason Adrian asked, and she doesn’t even know it. That night we went to that damn club because Mikhail wasn’t doing well. My brother was heartbroken over a situation with a girl who didn’t want to be with him after finding out about his dyslexia. She believed my brother was retarded, so we went with him so he could meet another woman and lose his virginity. We spent two days in Dallas and came back after my brother forgot about the girl in the arms of another woman.
At that club, we were in costume because of the party’s theme. Luca and Adrian were dressed as pirates, Mikhail was the gunslinger, Sebastian the cowboy, and I was fucking Zorro. That was a one-time thing—never again.
“Shit,” Luca curses and starts walking again.