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I wanted James to have the chance to enjoy his life once more. Be the vibrant man he obviously once was. I had no idea how to make that happen, but one thing was for sure, I was going to have to go along with the wild ride Ty had planned. He was dragging me with him whether I liked it or not.
    I shucked away my knickers, clicked off the bedside lamp and slipped beneath my duvet.
    It was some time before sleep enveloped me. My thoughts were full of the two men who had barged into my life without invitation. But finally I drifted into a world where I could be with Ty, where his smell and his taste and his gritty determination filled my mind and flooded my senses.
    Bliss.
    * * * * *
     
    Bangs and heavy footsteps woke me in the dead of the night as the girls stumbled back into their rooms. There were guys’ voices too, mixed in with their giggles. Deep and gruff, laughing like booming drums.
    I groaned and turned over, annoyed at being disturbed from my dreams.
    Just as I was drifting back to sleep, something began knocking at the wall. Tara’s room was next to mine and she’d clearly gotten lucky, and not just with one guy but two, both giving her a wonderful time from the groans and calls of delight rumbling through to my room.
    “Oh god, yes, like that.”
    “Harder, fuck me harder.”
    “Ah, babes, your tongue, ah, ah, ah.”
    I tried not to listen but it was impossible not to. Soon my frustrated mind wandered to fantasies, the fantasy of having Ty in my bed again, the fantasy of having “two” Tys in my bed. That wasn’t possible, but hearing Tara enjoying a ménage added to the pit of despair I was wallowing in and further served to remind me that I hadn’t gotten lucky in any shape or form.
    “Please, stop, ah, no, no, give me more, both of you.” Tara’s voice.
    I buried my head beneath my pillow. Images of what she was asking to stop and then continue flooded my mind. Was she giving one guy oral sex while the other fucked her? Was she taking them both at the same time, one in her pussy, one in her ass?
    A tremble of excitement shimmied over me at the thought of anal sex. I’d never tried it, never been comfortable enough with any of my past boyfriends. But the thought of what I’d always considered the most private part of my body being invaded, used as entry and not just exit, was a real turn-on.
    Would I ever do that with Ty? Could I ever trust him enough?
    I didn’t know.
    It was a long time before Tara went quiet and even longer until I fell back to sleep.
    * * * * *
     
    “Fuck, Penny, what the hell have you done?” Nat froze and widened her eyes, her knife hovering above a slice of burned toast.
    Self-consciously, I rubbed my stubbled patch and berated myself for not pulling on a hat before I stumbled from my room into the kitchen. But I was not at my best in the morning, not until I’d guzzled at least two mugs of coffee. And the fact that I’d had considerably less sleep than I needed because of Tara’s antics hadn’t helped.
    “I, er, had a bit of an accident,” I said.
    “No kidding.” She dropped the knife onto the breadboard, stepped up and stroked the tip of her finger over the bristles. “How did you do it?”
    “Um, it was the straighteners. They must have had a short circuit or something, overheated.”
    “What and burned your hair?”
    “Yes, it was terrible—smoke, sizzling, even a flame at one point.”
    “Bloody hell, did it burn your skin?”
    “No, no, just my hair, thank goodness. But I had to chop off the scalded bit, it was black and crispy.”
    “You poor thing, that’s awful. It will take weeks to grow back.” She frowned. “I didn’t think you used straighteners.”
    “I don’t, not really. I was just trying a new style. You know, for next time I go out.”
    “You should have come with us last night. Thirst was heaving with hot guys. Tara pulled two.” She giggled. “She couldn’t choose between them so took them both, greedy cow.”
    “Mmm, I