Gen shook her head, certain Isaac hadn’t told them everything. “But, they kept getting into, like, sex positions. It was funny when I was drunk, but this morning I’m pretty horrified about it.”
Cassie laughed. “Yeah, Isaac told us, and apparently Bethany’s pretty flexible, too. Cam’s rules were that they had to keep their clothes on, no hand to genital contact even over clothes, no kissing, and no one had an orgasm. He was encouraged to have fun, flirt, touch, and be naughty, but only within Isaac’s parameters. Seriously, it’s all good.”
Gen fixed her own coffee and sat across the island from Cassie. “I need to talk to Sam, see if she can handle a restraining order for me, or get a recommendation for someone who can. The attorneys I deal with handle corporate stuff, taxes, land acquisitions… besides, my work colleagues don’t need to know about my personal life.”
“I texted her this morning already, and she called me back,” Frisco told her as he flipped bacon pieces. “She knows the story, and Isaac had the officer’s card. It’ll be Monday before anything can happen, but she’s put in a request for the police report from the club the other night, and your house last night. She’ll get her assistant started on it first thing Monday morning. With the police reports documenting everything, she feels confident she can get you a temporary restraining order by Monday evening, and a court date to make it permanent probably three or four weeks out. You’ll have to show up Monday to talk to the judge, tell him you’re afraid of Mike, point out he’s stalking you, he knew your boyfriend wouldn’t be here last night which means he’s probably been watching your house since Duke parks in your garage, that kind of thing.”
Bethany came stumbling in wearing nothing but a man’s oversize t-shirt. She poured coffee without looking at anyone, put an ice cube in it and nothing else, watched the ice melt, and then downed the entire cup. She shook like a wet dog, said, “Damn,” and then poured another half-cup of coffee before filling it the rest of the way with cream.
She sat beside Gen, looked at Isaac, and asked, “Is Cam still alive? I know you moved from the squeaky bed to somewhere else, but I could still hear you, for like, forever.” She looked at Cassie. “Does he always last that long? Shit! I had three orgasms after Gen went to sleep, just listening to them.”
“You did not!” Gen said, horrified at the thought of Bethany having orgasms while in bed with her.
“Oh, I most certainly did.”
Gen slid off her stool and went to sit by Cassie. “You’re never sleeping in my bed when you spend the night again,” she told Bethany. “That’s just…wrong.” Gen turned to Cassie. “And do not answer her. I adore all of you, but you’re my brother’s girlfriend and boyfriends and I don’t want to know any details about your sex life. None!”
Bethany laughed. “Oh, I want to know all the details, but I’m not going to be rude and ask unless I have a good excuse, like overhearing how long it sounded like Isaac fucked Cam last night.” She took another sip of coffee. “I’ve decided for sure one boyfriend isn’t’ going to do it for me. If I ever settle down, I need a harem of men.” She looked at Cassie and added, “Not sure I want them doing each other, though. I’m thinking maybe I want them all focused on me, but then after hearing Isaac last night, if one of them lasts that long, maybe having a few players on the bench ready to relieve the first string might not be a bad idea.”
Frisco began rolling out the biscuit dough, and Gen walked to his side, picked up the cutter, and made circles in the dough. “Help me ignore them, please!”
Her big brother laughed. “Isaac texted Duke earlier, he’s on the way. You might want to change out of your robe and into some clothes.”
“I have yoga pants and a t-shirt on under it, not pajamas. I’m okay.”
“So, what’s up with you and Duke? How serious is it?”
“Seems to be pretty serious but I don’t know where it’s heading. I like him, but my logical brain tells me he’s a huge complication in my life.” She shrugged. “I was miserable when we were kinda-sorta broken up, though.”
“Fuck me, you’re falling for him.” He pulled up the leftover dough and reworked it while Gen moved the circles to the cookie sheet.
“Yeah, I think I might be.”
“Just be careful, okay? I mean, obviously dating a cop doesn’t guarantee he won’t be an ass, but Duke’s the president of a motorcycle gang, Gen. Mom never taught you, and I didn’t think I needed to, so I’ll tell you now. You’re supposed to have fun with the bad boys and settle down with the good guys.”