Talented?Did she really just say that?My face heats at her insinuation before I blurt out, “We didn’t have sex, we just…” My clit pulses in my underwear at the flashback of his hands on my skin.His low, gravelly voice.The way I felt him through his jeans.Hard and ready and…okay, if we hadn’t been in public, there’s a pretty big possibility I would’ve let him do whatever he wanted.Oh, who am I kidding?Ididlet him do whatever he wanted.So, why didn’t we go all the way?Maybe he didn’t have a condom.It makes sense.He might be spontaneous, but he isn’t stupid.Or maybe he underestimated my attraction to him, thinking we’d take things slow until I was ready.Ready for what?And who has the patience for that?Ford sure as heck doesn’t.
“June?”Violet murmurs.
“It was good,” I reply.I could go on and on.I could tell her exactly what happened and how he made me feel.But I refuse to ramble or open up a can of worms I’d rather keep closed, at least for the short term, even if Violet is my best friend.
“Good,” she repeats.Her stare burns a hole in the side of my face, and it doesn’t take a genius to realize she’s probing for details.
“Really good,” I offer vaguely.
“Okay,” she laughs even harder.“Reallygood.Got it.”Reaching over, she gently pushes my shoulder.“Good for you.Both of you,” she decides.“Now, let’s get you home.”
30
FORD
It takes a while to clean up everything.Thankfully, I planned for it.After ten minutes with the fire sprinklers on and another thirty with towels for everyone to help wipe up, we managed to make the grounds look halfway decent.All that’s left is the room of mirrors.Roman handed the job off to me after a couple got caught fucking during cleanup.
I’ll do it later.
None of us has had a chance to discuss what went down with Morgan yet and, after Hawke disappeared, I went home and fell asleep, knowing the drama could wait until morning.Besides, I needed a shower.Wearing jizz-crusted boxers isn’t exactly what I’d call a good time.Not that I’d take it back.
Fuck me.I can’t believe I finally got an actual taste of June.
I haven’t texted her yet.Maybe I should, but I don’t want her to get the wrong idea.I don’t want me to get the wrong idea, either.Just because I think June’s sexy and I like being around her doesn’t mean…fuck, I don’t know what it means and, until I figure my shit out, I refuse to muddy the waters.
Now, if I could only get my brain to shut the hell up so I can think about anything other than how pretty her tits looked with my hickies all over them, that would be great.
Rolling out of bed, I slip on a pair of basketball shorts, then head downstairs toward the gym.When I pass the kitchen, I catch Cobie scooping a bowl full of cookies and cream ice cream.
“Hey, Cobes,” I say.
She doesn’t answer.Pushing the freezer closed with her hip, she sticks the spoon in her mouth, then practically jumps out of her skin when she sees me.
“Shit, Ford!”She plucks the headphone out of her ear.“You scared the crap out of me!”
“To be fair, I did announce myself.”Folding my arms, I lift my chin toward the ice cream bowl cradled to her chest.“Is that your breakfast?”
“Don’t knock it ‘til you try it,” she argues.With a laugh, I reach for her spoon, snatching it before she can defend her breakfast.As I take a bite, she squeals, “Hey!”
I shove the spoon into my mouth.“You told me not to knock it ‘til I try it.”
“Whatever.”She lifts her chin another inch.“I’m still mad at you, you know.”
I frown.“And, why am I in the dog house?”
“Because you sullied my friend.”
Damn, I almost forgot about that.Not the sullying part.That shit’s ingrained in my mind for the rest of my existence.My little June Bug falling apart as I sucked on her tits?Yes, please.The part that slipped my mind is the fact that my little sister was privy to said sullying.
Oops.
Resting my hip against the counter, I cross my arms and cock my head.“You and June are friends?”I ask.
Her eyes thin.“Is that a dig?”
Oooo, someone’s spicy this morning.I lift my hands in surrender.“No dig.I just didn’t know you’re friends.”
Snagging the spoon from my fingers, she sticks it in her bowl of ice cream like a flag to claim it.“Whatever, butthead.”
