I’m already on top of him, stopping his sentence with my lips, and then dropping to my knees for him.
Chapter 24
Finn
Thursday 9th April 2026
Megan’s inheritance from her aunt came through, and she’s determined to use it for something sensible and not“smoke or piss it away, like she ordinarily would.”So we’vespent the last few hours in the Patchway slash Cribbs Causeway area of Bristol traipsing around one car dealership after another.
She wants to buy a vehicle small enough to fit into any parking space in Bath, fast and comfy enough to make the drive home to Kent tolerable, and with an excellent sound system, see previous reason.
Currently, she’s torn between a Suzuki Jimny and a Kia Sportage, and I honestly think Megan and I must have different definitions of small.
I’m here as the token penis, because she doesn’t want the salesmen to fuck her over for being a woman, but otherwise my input isn’t needed. Which is good. I’m glad. In reality, I know jack shit about cars. Megs knows a great deal more than I do, and she’s keen to make sure I don’t forget it.
“You should get one of these,” she says, running her palms lovingly over the bodywork of an enormous black Discovery in the Land Rover showroom.
“Yeah, and I could fit my Impreza in the boot and take it out on day trips,” I reply.
She laughs and says, “I’m being serious. Then when you go on weekend getaways with your Australian loverboy, you can use your car instead of his dad-mobile.”
My freeze response kicks in. Every cell in my body shuts down.
To no one’s surprise, what was meant to be a one time only, get it out of our systems encounter, in fact, turned out not to be. After the post-shag lice room meet-up, things sort of . . . spiralled from there. Pi taught me how to douche and stretch with plugs, and well, one thing led to another, and I ended up getting folded in two like a deck chair on my living room rug.
And then once more at his place. And back at mine again, and so on and so forth until Pi began to fight me on who would bottom at our meet-ups.
Megan tilts her head to the side. How much is she aware of? She laughs. Slaps my arm. “Oh my god, shit yourself? George told me about Christmas. I know you took him with you. You don’t have to hide it. She said you only offered because he was feeling shitty about his parents, and you were just being a good friend.”
“We didn’t . . . do anything sexual in Cornwall,” I say, because at least that part is true.
“I know.” But she’s smirking, like she doesn’t believe me.
“We didn’t, I swear.”
Megan takes a deep inhalation and watches me for a few seconds. “I fucked Lucy.”
Again, my freeze response goes into overdrive. “Oh?”
“It happened last month. No . . . February, sorry. I was gonna tell you, but I was . . . trying to figure out the best moment.”
“And the Land Rover showroom, which is phenomenally acoustically blessed, is the best time for that?”
I sense the nearest salesperson prick up their ears.
She laughs again. “I’m only saying, if you needed to confess something to me too . . .” She holds her hands up. “There’ll be no judgement here.”
This could be my get out of jail free card. I could tell her everything and wipe my proverbial slate clean. But . . . it would ruin the relationship Pi’s built with Georgia.
Technically, it’s his own fault anyway, but I can’t cut him like that.
“Nope, nothing to report here,” I say.
Megan sucks her teeth at me. I stand firm and keep my mouth shut. Eventually, she sighs. “Okay. Are you pissed about Lucy?”
“No,” I reply. But the word comes out too quickly. “Why would I be?”
She shrugs. “Still, I think you should get a bigger car.” And then she winks at me, and I know she knows. I can only hope and pray she doesn’t tell Georgia.
