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MARC AND LAUREN’S SMOKIN’

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Ten days is a long time between perfect moments, and Lauren was in desperate need of a hot and sweaty reminder of what she and Marc had together. But he was still on the ship, out of cell range, and would be for several more hours. The only hot and sweaty she was going to get for now was a steep climb into the Santa Monica mountains.

She waved to Kate, who was making her way through the parking lot to meet her at the trailhead, and hoped a vigorous hike would keep
her frayed nerves in check. Lauren clicked on her phone and went to her text messages, scrolling through until she found the photo of Marc where he was, remarkably, fully clothed. A single raised eyebrow. Slightly parted lips she needed to skim with the tip of her tongue. The image made her cross her legs and clench. Lauren flashed the photo at Kate as she approached, munching on trail mix. “Isn’t he beautiful?” she gushed.

“Yes. Actually looks a bit older in this one,” Kate said, wiping the corners of her mouth and trading the snack bag for Lauren’s phone. Lauren popped a small scoop of raspberry chocolate trail mix in her mouth.
Of course.
Kate’s favorite.

In the only other photo Lauren had shared
, Marc wore a baseball cap, tight black tank and bad-boy scowl. She and Kate swapped phone for trail mix again and headed out. “You’re excited to see him.”

“I’m nervous as fuck. He’s so…gorgeous and…amazing. I saw that.”

“What, this?” Kate pointed to her eyes and rolled them again. “Sorry you had to see that.” The two of them laughed.

“Okay, okay. But can’t you just be happy for me?”
So far, Kate hadn’t asked why they weren’t staying at Lauren’s place, which was fine. She didn’t want to talk about it. She was looking forward to the refuge of their little hotel room haven.

“Honestly, it’s a bit hard when I really do
believe these age gap relationships are hard to make work—
however
—I
did
get you something.” Kate pulled out her phone, tapped the screen and a moment later Lauren’s phone beeped. They stopped in the middle of the trail.

“You have a gift from Kate Markham.” She read the email, trying to hide the flicker of disappointment
that there was still no message from Marc.

“It’s a really great book written by two women who researched the older woman, younger man thing. Pitfalls to avoid,
lots of happily-ever-afters. You’ll like it. Come on. Put that thing away now. I figured this book would be better than a guide to a better blow job,” Kate told her.

“No, I’ve pretty much got that handled,”
Lauren said. Her thoughts drifted away as she tucked the phone into her daypack. Marc’s irresistible face swam into view, then hardened into the ‘I’m-gonna-drill-you-mercilessly’ look she loved. She stood there in the middle of the trail, imagining herself bent over, his fingertips pressed into the flesh of her butt cheeks as he spread her open, his low growl suddenly muffled as he planted his mouth deep in her crevices, voraciously lapping away.

“Hey. I’m still eating,”
Kate snapped her fingers, causing Lauren to blush immediately. “Don’t get all panty-soaked on me.”

“Sorry.”

“So, has he asked you for a threesome yet?”

Lauren balked, blushed even more, and increased her pace up the dusty hillside.

“Oh my God, he did!” Kate chased after her. “And you said yes! You are such a naughty librarian.”

“No, no, no. Okay I might have said I would if he gave me a threesome with another guy…
and you know perfectly well I’m a graphic designer.”

“You’re crazy is what you are.”

“Oh, come on. It’ll never happen.”

“Bull. Shit. You’ve already decided. When you get an idea in your head, eventually you make it happen.”

Like with most things when it came to Marc, Lauren went from shock, to contemplation, to amusement, until finally accepting the idea as her very own. When he first said he’d always wanted a threesome, she laughed. What guy wouldn’t? “I’ll do it if you’ll give me one,” she had replied, thinking a quid pro quo deal would put him off.

But
it didn’t and when he said okay, she actually started playing the possibilities over in her mind. Not her end of the bargain—being with him and another woman… no she wasn’t ready to contemplate that—but his. Who would she want for a second male in this scenario? Old boyfriends and office crushes filtered through her daydreams, her ‘alone time’ saturated with partners under consideration, imagining different combinations, testing them out while she touched herself. Most of them would not want to be with another man. Not in real life.

She told Kate as much. “I can see myself in a multiple bargaining situation in which I’ll be obligated to do
two
male-female-female threesomes just to get my
one
.”

“Wow,” Kate took a swig of water and fixed Lauren with a serious stare. “You’ve really given this some thought.”

“Don’t you think it would be amazing to love someone so much, be so confident of their love you could give them a gift like that? Out of love rather than resignation—”

“—
or desperation. You’re such a dreamer! Do you even trust him?” Kate asked. Lauren quieted, her feet landing heavier, struggling to pop the tiny bubbles of doubt in her belly. “Anyway, I don’t think I could do it unless I knew for sure I didn’t want either one for anything more than sex. Besides, I hate to bring you back down to earth, but you two are nowhere near that kind of deeply bonded, unconditional love.”

A little queasy,
Lauren screwed up her lips and reached for her own water bottle. She hated reality checks. This thing between them was going to take time. Wasn’t it?

“Forget all that,” said Kate, waving it away with a sly
smile. “Tell me who you would pick as your second?”

Lauren thought a minute, skipped a few paces ahead and turned to walk backwards, facing Kate, the sun at her back, warming her shoulders.
“Matt.”

“
Nooooo…”

“Hunter?”

“Hell no.”

“Come on. He’d be okay with another guy,” Lauren said, falling back into step beside her. Kate shook her head.

“No exes.”

Lauren’s eyes twinkled. “Well then…I’ll have to say, this guy…Billy Hart.”

Kate came to a full stop.

Lauren’s cheeks flushed and she let her eyes follow the rolling mountain peaks to the distant ocean, refusing to look at her. Of course Kate knew who he was.
When it came to sex, Lauren often felt like the naïve, inexperienced little sister.

“You have
excellent taste,” Kate said finally, for once not teasing her outright. “That man truly knows how to fuck a woman. He’s delicious.”

“Amen,” said Lauren letting out a deep breath. She slapped Kate’s hand in a high five and they hiked on with matching silly grins. No use pretending she doesn’t watch porn, though she decided not
admit she liked to swap links with Marc. “Billy Hart is beautiful. Every time I see him in something, I feel genuine happiness for the woman he’s with. How could you not? Billy and Marc. For sure. Who would you pick?”

Kate was quiet for a moment. She lowered her eyes,
then glanced over at Lauren through not-so-innocent lashes. “Well, now I want Billy Hart, too.”

“You can’t have him.”

“I must.”

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