Page 115 of Trust Me

“We’re . . . not alone,” I gritted out. When he didn’t stop kissing my neck, I turned around, pushing him up against the counter. Sinking my fingers into his hair, I tipped his head back and met his eyes. “Tell Remi to go home.”

“Remi, leave,” he called.

“Your Muscle Milk daddy drove me here,” Remi reminded him.

The voice was so close, I released Oli and took a step backward. Remi was standing at the entrance to the kitchen, looking bored. His eyes roamed down to the exposed skin of my waist, then to my sweats. Quickly, I tugged my shirt down and angled myself away from him, which just made him chuckle.

Oli tossed his Dragon Ball Z lanyard at him. Remi caught it and flipped the keys over in his palm, studying the metal keychain.

“Aw, I get to take Guts for a spin?” Remi’s lips twisted into a grin. “You’re making dreams come true, Oli.”

“I’ll pick it up from the bar when Dean goes to work.”

“Alright,” Remi replied with an easy shrug. “You kids be careful. Call me if you need . . . help.”

Oli laughed, but I scowled. That seemed to just entertain Remi more. Thankfully, he left without dragging it out. As soon as the door closed, Oli was on me again.

“God, you’re sexy,” he said against my cheek. He grabbed the neckline of my shirt, and I gasped when he yanked it apart. The sound of it tearing made me stare down at it in shock. When it was hanging off my shoulders, he licked from my navel to my chest.

What the . . .

“Let’s . . . slow down,” I suggested between breaths.

With his lips against my ribs, he nodded. “I don’t know what I’m doing anyway.”

“You’re doing just fine. So . . .” I bit my lip and waited for him to look at me. “You haven’t done this with a guy?”

He shook his head. “I figured if it ever happened, I’d just ask Remi for pointers.”

“Well, let’s not do that. I’m sure you’ve seen enough that we can figure it out . . . if we get there.”

“I’m not a voyeur, Dean.”

“Well, yeah. I mean, like, porn.”

“Oh. I haven’t seen any videos of it either.”

My brows shot up. “I guess I assumed because you’re bi.”

“Mm, I see how you’d get there. But I don’t watch porn.”

“Never?”

“Nah. Everything I know, I’ve learned with my own two hands.” He held them up with a smile.

While I found that a little different, there was also something pure about it. If we did get to a point where we wanted to have sex, we’d be learning it entirely together. It made the whole thing more enticing.

“Sounds like we’ll have to see where our instincts take us,” I said, feeling my lips curve upward.

“’Kay, but I do have one question.”

“Shoot.”

“Where does your whole breeding thing come from? You have a lot of experience, huh?” He chewed on his lip, and his eyes darted to the side.

When I laughed, he looked at me again. His mouth was set in a tight line, which made me run my thumb across his lips.

“I’ve been with two women,” he blurted. “And they weren’t serious, so I really don’t have much experience.”