Pay-Per-Heart

by Grace McGinty

The guy slowly blinked. “You’re Blake Wilcox.” “Yes,” I said slowly. He was pretty—it would be unfair of nature to make him smart too. He was just out here, just maintaining the balance, bless his heart.

Darwin shrugged. “Well, if you ever change your mind, I’m looking for someone to peg me.” Soda burst from my mouth like a fountain. All over my chest, the food in front of me, and a little on Everett’s arm. Both Harrison and Everett glared at their friend. He just shrugged, his tiny smirk telling me he knew exactly what he was doing. “For fuck’s sake, Darwin,” Everett growled, wiping his arm across his chest to remove my spit. I was speechless. I could hear Morgan Freeman’s voice in my head muttering, “The woman was too stunned to speak.”

There were three things you shouldn’t skimp on in life: a new bed, hair appointments, and things that will give you countless years of orgasms. Pretty sure Nostradamus said that.

Maybe I was just seeing desire everywhere now, wanting to taste every guy who even showed me a little bit of interest. It was like I was hoarding men. I was basically a dick dragon.

“Are… we doing a presentation on why I should have more than one boyfriend?” Darwin grinned. “Correct. Next slide. Polyamory. What is it, and why do I think it would work for us?” The image was a meme of a girl with a half a dozen hot dogs in her mouth. Harrison laughed, but shut up immediately when I glared at him. Turning back to Darwin, I frowned. “Really?” His mischievous smile kind of put a damper on my outrage. “Come on, it’s funny. Plus, it fits the theme.”