Done with the inventory for the night, I put the notepad on my desk and sat. I needed to update the system and send a few emails, but I kept thinking about Beckett.
My world was off kilter when things with him were unsettled. It didn’t happen often, thankfully.
What if we did try to be more than friends, but it didn’t work? Then what? Would it even be possible to go back to being just friends?
It’ll be even more difficult now that I know how his tongue feels on my skin, how his lips tasted against mine, and the sound he makes as I bring him to orgasm with my mouth.
I’d never had so much power in giving a man a blowjob. The few other men I’d been with had tried to either hold my head still or tried to shove deeper than I could handle.
Beckett, though. He’d given up any semblance of control and just let me explore and taste him. I’d felt just as seen and cared for in that shower as I had when he had me splayed out on the worktable of the tack room.
Was the possibility of it not working between us and maybe losing my best friend in the process worth the risk?
I needed to talk it out with someone else.
I sure as hell couldn’t talk to Beckett about this. Not yet. I’d either run away or climb him like a tree. Besides, he’d been out of range today doing trail inspections. I was excited for him, andso proud of the vision that he and his brothers were going to bring to life.
I grabbed my phone and sent a message to Margot to see if she was free tonight.
My phone dinged with a message from Margot with an invite to her apartment whenever I finished up at the store.
Thank goodness for girlfriends.
Margot’s studio apartment was only a five minute drive from the store, but I stopped into the little market to grab some snacks. I wasn’t about to walk into her home without bringing something.
“Did you bring … food?” Margot shook her head at me and smiled as she took the bag out of my hands and moved to her kitchen area.
I stepped into the small, beautifully decorated space and slipped off my shoes.
“Of course I brought snacks. It’s the least I could do since I’m interrupting your evening to talk about a guy.”
Margot whirled where she stood in front of the kitchen counter, one finger pointing at me. “I knew it! It’s Beckett, right?”
I wanted to smack myself. Right. I hadn’t told her why I asked if she was free tonight.
I followed her into the kitchen and started to pull the food out of my favorite cloth tote bags.
“Would you prefer we use plates or bowls, or just directly from the bag?” I asked as held up the bags of chips.
Margot opened the bottom cabinet at her legs, reached in, and pulled out two large serving bowls. “These are good, and if you do want your own bowl, those are in the cabinet to your left.”
Once food was in bowls, we settled on the small loveseat and Margot gave me an expectant look.
“I don’t know where to start,” I admitted.
“I just need to know something first. Do you think all of the Ashland men are good in bed?”
I nearly choked on the chip I’d just popped into my mouth. “Margot!”
She just shrugged. “It’s important information. They all look like they’d know what to do, you know? Especially Thatcher.”
I shivered. Ew. He was like a younger brother to me and that was not a thought I wanted in my head. But, if we’re doing girl talk …
“I have zero desire to think that way about Thatch, but Beckett knows exactly what to do.” The memory of Beckett using his tongue and fingers flashed through my mind. I couldn’t stop the blush, but I tried to hide it behind a sip of my drink.
“Clara! I knew that man was hot for you.”
“Oh, please.”
