V for Virgin!

This is a scene that didn't make it into chapter 9, but I felt I should share it regardless. If you don't want to read this part it's not necessary!

By the time my shift at the Coffee Barn was finished I was dead on my feet. It didn't help that may car decided to not start. It was a Saturday night so the walk over to Seth's for what he quoted as 'some uninterrupted sex-capades' hadn't been comfortable. And by the time I knocked on his door, I was ready to zonk out. The idea of soaking in a hot sudsy bath versus the sex seemed to be manipulating me.

The dusting blue front door swung open. "Finally!" Seth's cry seemed to echo through the hallway and I cringed as his gray eyes wildly stared me down. "What took so long?"

"My car broke down. Had to walk," I said with a tired mumble as I bumped my way past him.

With my shoulders hunched, I toed my work shoes off and tossed my green-olive colored Coffee Barn hat to the side. At this point, the bobby pins in my hair felt like they were burrowing in to my skull, so I quickly slipped them out, until my curly brown hair was completely down, tickling my neck. Heaving a relieved sigh, I rubbed the back of my neck, and stretched my shoulders. Right now, my body was wishing I hadn't agreed to the double shift.

"Why didn't you call? I could've picked you up," Ethan said, walking out of Seth's room.

If I hadn't spent the better part of my life seeing Ethan half dressed I would've swallowed my tongue. With bare feet, some low riding gray sweatpants, and wild hair, he looked like a GQ model.

Seth's large hands clamped down onto my waist from behind and swiveled my hips slightly so that the short, crimped skirt that was the Coffee Barn uniform swayed. The appreciative grunt he gave made me feel guilty for only noticing Ethan. So I quickly turned, bumping against his chest. I stuck out my bottom lip in a pout and folded my hands under my chin. My puppy dog pleading stance could make the gods fall to their knees... or so I'd like to think. Seth definitely didn't stand a chance though.

Seth pulled away, looking at me warily. "What do you want?" he asked.

"A massage."

His dark brow lifted and his hands, which were still cupping my hips on either side, pulled me closer to him. "I'll massage you everywhere," he said with a suggestive growl.

I snorted, rolling my eyes before thumping him in the chest, and pulling away from him. "Not that kind of massage," I said and turned to Ethan. "I'm hungry. Feed me."

"What about the sex?" Seth asked with disbelief.

Ethan's mouth lifted and he folded his arms across his wide tanned chest. "I told you she'd want to eat first," he said before turning to me and nodding his head toward the kitchen, "extra rare steak and baked potato in the microwave."

My mouth watered so much I had to swallow or run the risk of drooling. "Extra rare?" I asked, pointing my finger to reiterate my seriousness.

Ethan chuckled. "Two minutes on each side exactly."

"Yeah, he even timed it too. I can't believe you like it that way. That is so nasty," Seth said, giving a sickened shiver.

I tiptoed happily to the kitchen. I probably looked like a freak doing it, but it was so rare—pun intended—when I actually got a steak cooked the right way. I go to a restaurant and tell them I like my steak mooing at me and the suckers still overcook it. I really can't be any more subtle about it.

Pulling open the stainless steel microwave door, I poked the steak with my finger and practically squealed when the bloody juice oozed out. Quickly zapping it, I launched myself towards the silverware drawer to get a knife and fork. Just as I was turning to search the cupboards for A1 sauce, the two walked casually into the kitchen, or as much as Seth could do casual. It was clear he was over excited. I could see the evidence through his boxer shorts.

"How did I not notice you were practically nekkid?" I asked Seth as the microwave dinged.

With his hands on his hips, he glanced down in surprise, as if just noticing it himself. He jumped and covered himself, pretending to be scandalized, before chuckling in amusement. Grabbing my plate, I dropped it on the tiny kitchen table off to the side and sat down. Seth immediately went behind me and started kneading his knuckles into my shoulders. With a delightful moan, my head dropped, tucking my chin into my chest.

"That noise you're making is getting me hot," Seth said while his fingers glided up my neck.

"Me dropping my hat probably got you hot," I mumbled into my chest. I forced my hands to move so the knife cut into my steak and when I popped the meat in, I almost cried it was so good.

"It did actually. That uniform is delicious. Your boss is a fucking genius."

I pointed my knife at him, which was hard considering he was behind me. "My boss is a douche bag. Lower," I said, my voice barely a whisper towards the end. "I hurt my back lifting some boxes today."

It didn't take me long to finish my meal, but right when I took my last bite of buttery potatoes, Ethan plopped a small bowl of chocolate ice cream in front of me. I lifted a spoon full of dripping chocolate ice cream and smiled up at him. "My wives are so good to me," I said jokingly.

Seth snorted, but didn't say anything as he sat down at my feet and started thrusting his thumb from heel to toe. This was the life.