My nerves and excitement are two sides of the same coin, but I know none of these guys would hurt me. I also know they'll stop if I ask, so really, what do I have to lose?

I straddle Evan, my chest against his, and immediately his arm winds around my waist to pull me closer. God, he's so buff and delicious, with peppery stubble and long hair slung up in a topknot. He smells like cigarettes and whiskey, and I grind down on his lap almost instinctively.

"You like kisses, princess?" Evan asks, and I nod eagerly. He laughs, and pulls me

down, tapping his cigarette out on the...