Wonder what happened when Justin & Elise res- cued Owen from his sex emergency?
Read on for a special bonus scene ....
Justins I enter the bedroom, two things happen si- multaneously. The first is that my eyes are as- saulted by the vision of my best friend naked. Gah!
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The second is that my stomach tightens as I take in the scene around him.
He’s bent over at the waist and handcuffed to the headboard. Lying on the floor between his part- ed feet is a purple glittery dildo.
What the actual fuck?
Owen groans in relief when he sees me. “Thank God. Took you long enough. Get me the fuck out of here.”
The uneasy feeling inside my chest grows with
dude?”
Owens hesitates for a second, hanging his head. “Revenge happened.”
My eyebrows jump up. “This was a revenge fuck?”
Owen doesn’t answer right away, he just hangs his head in shame.
I locate the key to the handcuffs on a nearby dresser and get to work unlocking each of his wrists while trying not to make eye contact with any exposed body parts. I’ve seen it all before in the locker room, but this just feels different. It feels fucking wrong.
He grunts as finally free him, rubbing at his wrists which each bear a faint red mark.
“I guess that wasn’t the first time I picked up that redhead from the bar. And when she realized I didn’t remember her, she freaked out. In my de- fense, it was two years ago, and she’d cut her hair.”
“So she just left you like this?” I look up at the ceiling while he locates his boxers and jeans and begins getting dressed.
“It was a little more involved than that,” Owen says, his eyes wandering to his purple glittery
friend on the floor.
For a second I consider ignoring the elephant in the room, because part of me really does not want to know the particulars of this little sexca- pade gone wrong. But then the logical part of my brain points out that this situation Owen’s found himself in could provide ammunition for years to come. And knowing I’ll be able to hang this over his head anytime I want something? Well, let’s just say I’m willing to put my own discomfort aside in favor of knowing the truth.
“So did she...?” “Yup.”
“And the ...” My eyes stray toward the toy left behind.
“You don’t want to know,” he snaps. “Oh but I do.” I grin wryly.
Owen groans and shakes his head, as if dislodg- ing a painful memory. “Can we please just fucking go?”
I hold up one hand. “Fine. You’re right. I prob- ably don’t want to know.”
brought my sister.”
I shrug. “She was worried. We were all out to- gether when I got your text.”
He exhales slowly, grabbing his discarded shirt from the floor. “Let’s go.”
“Happily. After you,” I remark.
Owen stops me at the door to the hallway with a hand pressed into my chest. “And if you tell any of the guys about this, I will fucking end you.”
I grin. “How about thank you, Justin for saving my ass. Literally,” I add.
He rolls his eyes and heads out the door to face Elise.