Page 22 of Wrecked (Forever 4)

“Hi Catelyn,” Hunter said coolly.

Her skin was tanned golden despite the winter season, and her teeth were unnaturally white. “What are you doing after the game?” she asked, tossing her head to one side.

He shrugged. “Not sure, this and that. By the way, this is my friend Lorrie.”

“Hi,” I said semi-awkwardly, putting my hand up to give a small wave.

Catelyn glanced at me briefly before turning back to Hunter. Catelyn’s friend didn’t even acknowledge me, instead she preferred keeping her attention on Hunter while flitting her hair. “Well, let us know when you’re done . . . you know—” Catelyn looked at her friend who silently nodded back to her then Catelyn turned back to Hunter. “We can both come with you, wherever you’re going. Maybe your place or our place. We’ll come with you, anywhere you like.” The way she looked and smiled at him was more than suggestive.

I blushed as I rolled my eyes and looked at Hunter to gauge his reaction. He gave me a quick glance but his expression was impassive. “Cool,” he said evenly to them.

Both girls giggled. “Call whenever. We’ll be up if you are.” She winked and her friend nodded before they both bounced up the stairs.

Was that what I thought it was? Daniela had told me Hunter was a player but it hadn’t occurred to me that I’d be seeing what that meant up close. I suddenly started feeling nauseous.

Hunter and I were silent the rest of the way down to our seats. When we finally got there, I was surprised to see the seats were in the front row, right behind the glass. The school’s marching band was in the next section over with their trombones, trumpets, and drums. As we took our seats, I thought: this is going to be loud.

“So does that happen to you a lot?” I asked, more than a little curious.

“Does what?”

“Those girls were offering to have a threesome with you, weren’t they?” I asked, never thinking that I’d ever be asking that question to anybody in my life.

He chuckled and looked at the ice for a second. “Probably, yeah.”

“Does that happen a lot?”

He considered. “No, not a lot.”

I raised a brow. “. . . So you’ve had a threesome before?”

“I know you’re curious Lorrie, but unfortunately I don’t kiss and tell,” he said, zipping his lips with his fingers.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. If you hear anything about me like that, it didn’t come from me. I can’t control what other people say but I keep things like that to myself.”

I recalled him protecting me by lying to Gary about how we met. He did seem to keep things to himself. Still, I had my doubts about whether he was telling the truth. Weren’t guys always bragging about their sex lives? Plus, the idea of him even considering a threesome with Catelyn and her friend grossed me out. But the nausea I felt wasn’t jealousy, I told myself; Hunter and I were just friends. And being friends gave me a unique opportunity to pick his male brain.

“So are you going to call those girls?”

He shook his head casually. “Nah, probably not. Not really in the mood.”

His response somehow made me feel relieved. “Ah I see.” I looked at the all the people trickling into the rink and taking their seats. Some were in large groups, some were by themselves, and a lot seemed like couples. I dimly wondered if people saw Hunter and me together and thought that we were a couple.

“Have you had a threesome before, Lorrie?”

Breaking from my thoughts, I erupted in a burst of laughter. “What do you think?”

“Yes.” He smiled.

I smirked. “Well, you’d be wrong. I’m not interested in having one either. One guy is enough. Adding another guy would be too much. Way too much.”

He smirked back. “What about adding another girl?”

I scoffed. “In your dreams, buddy.”

He waved his hand dismissively. “For what it’s worth, I don’t think you’d be a good participant in a threesome anyway.”

I was surprised at how much offense I took by that comment. “What? Why not?”

“You probably wouldn’t get along with the other girl. You’re kind of a lone wolf. You’d be either too selfless and let the girl have the guy all to herself or too selfish and take the guy all for yourself. There’d be no in between.” He wagged his finger at me playfully.

I scrunched my brows, uncomfortable with how much his reasoning resonated with me. “That’s quite a bold statement. And how did you come to that conclusion?”

“Just from our interactions . . . On the one hand, you’re ridiculously nice by taking out my trash to repay me even though you didn’t have to—that’s the selfless part. On the other hand, you’re kind of selfish especially with how much you share yourself with others—or even just information about yourself.”

I shot him a wry smile. “A compliment and an insult all rolled into one. Remind me why I’m hanging out with you again?”

“Because we’re friends.” He flashed his boyish grin at me and I couldn’t help but smile back.

“Alright, so what if it was another guy instead of a girl?” I asked, eager to turn this weird first-hang-out-discussion in my favor.

“You’d only focus on one guy. I don’t see you wanting to please two at the same time.”

“Fair,” I said, thinking about the implications. “I don’t think I can argue with you there, but I’m confused about something. Based on what you’ve said, you wouldn’t be a good threesome partner either. You strike me as the lone wolf type yourself: clean apartment, solo walks, ignoring your adoring female fans. How do you do it then? How can you get along with people in a threesome?”

His eyes widened unexpectedly. “I’m shocked that you would even suggest I’ve ever had a threesome before!”

I rolled my eyes. I knew I wasn’t going to tease any details out of him—not that I particularly wanted to hear them anyway. Hunter was certainly keeping to his word that he kept his private matters to himself. It was a good thing as far as I was concerned, and I certainly wouldn’t have guessed he’d be that type of person based on my first impression of him.

Hoping to move onto a less awkward topic, I said, “These are nice seats, by the way.”

Hunter popped a nacho in his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed. “Yup, one of the perks of going to games every year for four years. Best seats in the house.”

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