wasn’t.
“I plan to eat my share soon,” Dylan promised, and Mitch nodded his agreement.
She bit back a moan and did her best to clench her thighs together as she walked. They had her so hot and bothered she wasn’t sure she would even taste dinner. She knew she needed to eat, but being around them seemed to push practicality to the side and set her focus on sex and pleasure.
Practicality! Shit! What was she thinking? She was a nurse for God’s sake. She should know better than to engage in any form of sexual activity without knowing her partners’ sexual history. If you could get a disease through sex that meant you could get it through any form of sex, including oral.
It was like a bucket of icy water dumping over her head. They were cops, so she knew they would be required to have annual check-ups, but that didn’t mean they were routinely checked for STDs.
“Are you okay?” Tanner stopped them in the hall. She could only assume that her thoughts were reflecting on her face. “Nothing else has to happen if you don’t want it to.”
He thought she’d changed her mind about sex. Not exactly. But it was time to be an adult and talk.
“I’m clean,” she said, bringing Mitch’s and Dylan’s attention back to her again.
“I can smell.” Dylan grinned. “Tanner’s soap smells much better on you than it ever has on him.”
She shook her head and tried again, though she wanted to laugh at Dylan’s words. “I’m not talking about the shower. I mean I don’t have any sexually transmitted diseases. I had a check-up after my last relationship ended. I was with him for about six months. Before that, it had been a few years.”
“We get yearly check-ups,” Tanner told her.
“And your yearly check-ups include STD testing?”
Mitch laughed. “No. But we’re very discreet. Not many women are willing to handle what we want.”
Mandy felt her face blush again.
“What he means,” Tanner interrupted, shooting Mitch a dark look, “is that it’s been a while for us too. And we were all checked after our last relationship ended.”
“It’s been over a year.” Dylan sighed as he added that bit of information.
“A year?” She didn’t mean to sound so surprised, but she’d not met guys as sexual as these three. What the hell was wrong with the women around here?
“We tend to be selective,” Tanner said.
“And how did I get so lucky?” She couldn’t have stopped the question from slipping out if she’d wanted to.
“I think we’re the lucky ones.” Mitch let his eyes skim her from head to toe again.
“I won’t lie to you.” Tanner’s gaze met Mitch’s for a minute before he continued. “We ran a background check on you as soon as we got home.”
“You investigated me?” She wasn’t offended really, just surprised. But then, they had to be safe too.
“Enough to know your ex was a tool.” Mitch shook his head as he turned to hold a chair out at the table for her. “You could have filed several charges against him, Mandy. Instead you left.”
She could hear the unspoken question in his words. “It wasn’t worth it. I lost most of my friends when he and I started dating. He was pretty possessive. I just didn’t see it right away. By the time I opened my eyes and realized what I’d let happen, it was too late. It was just easier to cut my losses and move on.”
“Has he bothered you since you’ve been here?” This question came from Dylan.
They were all seated at the table, and the guys were passing food around while they talked. This was the weirdest dinner she’d had. She was sitting with three men, wearing nothing but a towel while they talked and filled their plates with food. And they all knew the night was only leading to more sex.
“Mandy?” Tanner prompted.
“Sorry.” She shook her head a bit to clear her thoughts. “No. As far as I know, he doesn’t even know where I am. And if he does, well, I’ll deal with it.”
“If he does, he’ll find
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