AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He rolled over and glanced down at himself before looking back up at her. “Sorry, not at the moment. You should’ve stopped by a little while ago. But really if you want a morning hard-on, you want Tris. He’s the one who wakes up with the mother of all boners.”
All at once, the laughter drained out of her. “You just had to mention him.”
“Yeah, I did. Because he’s part of us. Or have you forgotten that?”
“I didn’t forget anything. What about you? Were you thinking of how it would affect me every time you asked him to put his dick in your ass?”
Matt sighed and scrubbed his hands over his face. She slid her gaze to his cock, slid it away. Slid it back again. She shook her head at the immediate liquefying between her legs.
Clearly horny virgins had no shame. Or very little.
“As much as I want to be the one who takes your virginity, Cait,” he dropped his arm and met her gaze only seconds after she’d ripped it from his shaft, “I’m not willing to be a substitute Tris.”
“You’re not.”
“Really. So if Tris had come downstairs to comfort you last night, what would have happened? Here’s what I think. I think you would’ve scampered right up to bed with him and not mentioned anything about us being your virginity snatcher candidates. It would’ve been the Tristan and Caitlyn sexpedition, and to hell with me. And then afterward, you would’ve snuggled in his arms and pretended I didn’t exist, even though the dick inside of you had just been inside me an hour earlier.”
She made herself look straight into his churning brown eyes. “No. I wouldn’t. Because despite this big crush you’re so certain I’ve been harboring for Tris—”
“I’ve seen the way you look at him,” Matt said quietly. “Don’t think I haven’t.”
“So how come you didn’t say anything?”
“I figured you weren’t ready to discuss it.”
She brushed back her hair and took in the resolute set of his jaw. Maybe last night he really hadn’t been trying to distract her from what she’d seen. Maybe he’d gone down on her for more than his residual lust from Tris.
Maybe.
Testing them both, she laid her palm on his drum-tight abs and smiled at the way he jumped. She licked her lips and let her gaze drift lower. Other parts of him were apparently keen to respond as well. “I appreciate you giving me space.”
He shrugged. “You weren’t doing anything about it, so I wasn’t going to pry.”
“So we both had a thing for Tristan for a while. A couple of years for me. Not all the time, but enough to make it uncomfortable sometimes.” Matt’s comments about wanting to eat her out since college scrolled through her mind. “What about you?”
“Didn’t we discuss this last night?”
His irritation teased another smile from her. Matt hated talking about feelings. Sex, sports, food, movies, dirty jokes…all game. But feelings? Nope, nuh-uh. “I’m just curious,” she said, tracing the inward slash of his navel. She didn’t miss his quick breath, especially when she used her nails. “How long?”
“I don’t know.” His Adam’s apple jerked when she snapped her attention back to his face. “I’ve been with men before. A couple of times. After a while, I realized I’d stopped seeing Tris as just a buddy. I didn’t do anything about it for a long time, though. And it took a hell of a lot of beer for me to get up my nerve.” He let out a choppy laugh. “I thought he’d kick my ass.”
A retort sprang onto her tongue, but she didn’t voice it aloud. If he was sharing, she wouldn’t ruin the moment with a sarcastic comment. “He didn’t.”
“No.”
“Do you do it a lot?”
“Jesus, Cait.” Again that pained laughter. “You really don’t want to know that, do you?”
“Yeah, I really do.” She pulled up one of her legs underneath her so she could face him squarely. “If you’re not going to shut me up in other ways, you’re going to answer my questions.”
His lips twitched as he cast his gaze to the ceiling as if saying a silent plea for help. “Like what?”
“Like how it feels.”
“How what feels?”
She fought the blush on the verge of blooming across her cheeks. “Anal sex. To have a guy back there.”
