Savage Mates novel Chapter 9

Chapter Nine Both of you? 

Tillie 

“Strange, like what kind of strange?” Charity asked.

“Like two men talking about their mates to me today and one calling me his. That kind of strange.” I said, looking up at my best friend. She swallowed hard before looking at the bathroom door.

*Tillie, is this because of what happened with Jake?” She asked, turning away from me to look into the mirror. She fluffed up her hair, but I could see in her eyes that she was holding something back from me. “I wouldn’t read into that too much.’

“No, you know that we weren’t in love. I cared about him, sure, but it was never love.”

“So, is it something about the drummer that was talking to you?” She asked and I looked down at the floor again, feeling frustrated with her. “Or that hottie bartender making eyes at you?”

“No, well, kind of. When they touch me it’s like, it’s like playing with fire.” I said, leaning back against the sink. “That’s not right. It’s like I don’t know sparklers and how I imagine they would feel without burning me.”

“Like it sets your whole body aflame?” Charity asked, trying to clean her smeared lipstick off. She wasn’t paying attention to her lipstick, but she was watching me in the mirror.

“Yeah.’ I nodded, shifting from foot to foot.

“Why don’t you see where the night takes you?” She asked. “You never cut loose and, well, I have a feeling they would take good care of you.”

“Char, 1. I can’t do that. I’ve never had a threesome. Besides, they might not want that.” I said, feeling my cheeks flush at the thought of being with Ryan and Travis. I took a sip of my drink, thinking about what Travis had said.

I bet you’re sweet and tart, that you taste like cherries.

“Don’t be silly. You look good. There is a first for everything. This might be just what you need, let go. Have some fun.’ Charity moved closer to me, spinning me around so that I was facing the mirror. “What’s the worst that could happen?

‘I mean, I could give you a list…” I said, picking the cherry out of my drink and pulling it off the stem with my teeth. “Maybe you’re right, but what if-“

* “No, what ifs. No worries for one night.’ She said, cutting me off. “Go out there and have fun. Tomorrow we can

‘You won’t think less of me?” I asked, worrying my lower lip as I looked at her in the mirror.

“Charity. I chided, bringing my hand up to squeeze her forearm. “I love you too.”

“Good, now there is a very fuckable guy out there waiting for me to rock his world.” She unwrapped her arms from around me, her hand moving down my arm to hook our arms together. “I’ll totally give you all the details of the dirty things that I’m going to let him do to me.”