Page 3 of Clueless
He shrugs. “Deal. Day was miserable because my girl dumped me and my stepson. Well, our girl.”
My body goes still for a second. “Come again?”
It’s his turn to take big swallows of his drink. “To which part?”
“Youandyour stepson?”
His eyes are hooded as he looks down at me. “Yes.”
“How does that work?”
Sean shrugs again. “I share with him. He shares with me. She didn’t want to do it anymore. I’ll never force a woman into anything she doesn’t want to do, but I also will never risk my relationship with my stepson. So, we both let her go.”
“Huh…” I say, trying to wrap my head around what I’ve just been told. I’m in absolutely no place to judge, but that has got to be a new one.
He clears his throat. “You said we tell the truth.”
I swivel my head to him. “What? I’m not judging you or anything.”
He squints. “You’re not?”
I laugh. “Are you kidding? I just told you that my brother was polyamorous, and I’ve had my share of threesomes when I was in college. I have fully learned that you like what you like. I’m just…did you like, raise him, too, or…?”
His eyes widen. “Oh my God, no! No. His mom and I got marriedanddivorced when he was nineteen, but she’s…a pretty sore excuse for a mother, so he and I stayed in touch. It was right when he joined the military. So, he’s technically not even my stepson anymore. I guess we’re just friends now, technically.”
I hold my hands up in surrender. “Can’t blame a girl for thinking it. I didn’t know how taboo we were talking.” Silence envelopes us for setting before I ask another question. “Do you and him…?”
The blush on his face is the only answer I need, but he answers anyway. “We have. Not often. More so testing boundaries and sexualities. But we have.” He quickly steers the conversation away. “Threesomes in college, eh? How old are you?”
“I’m twenty-six. You?”
“Forty-five.”
“Experienced,” I muse before slapping a hand over my mouth. “I’m so sorry. It just slipped.”
Sean bellows a laugh that shakes his entire body as he responds. “Don’t worry about it. I thought the same about you.”
I blush. “You could say that.”
“What’s the wildest thing you’ve done?” he questions, standing up and going behind the bar to make another drink. I didn’t even realize he drank all of his. I pout as I look at my drink, still half-full.
“Just like that? Down to the dirty?”
“I’m a curious man.”
I laugh, shrugging. The likelihood of me seeing this man after tonight is little-to-none. Virginia Beach is a big city. What do I have to lose? “My college graduation party, my boyfriend at the time and his best friends shared me.”
Sean pauses. “And how many friends was that?”
I bite my lip. “A few.”
He raises a brow. “Airtight?”
My thighs clench as I think back to that night. I leave out the part about it being my birthday gift—and that Kyle was also receiving from said friends. The definition of a wild night. “Yup.”
My eyes jump up at the sound of Sean dropping a cocktail jigger. He curses and immediately goes to wiping up the mess.
I pause. “Should I take that as a compliment or an insult?”
