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Mystomach turns over, which is ridiculous.He’sa rock star who has women all over him constantly.Howmany men would turn down two—or more—women at once if they were offered the opportunity?Andwhat the hell made me ask the question ifIdidn’t want to know the answer?
Asticky silence stretches between us, so it’s a relief whenDevonclears his throat and asks, “Truthor dare?”
Iblow out a breath, more than ready to get past the awkwardness of the last question. “Truth.”
“Whenwas the last time you had an orgasm?”
IfIthought my face was hot when he asked me whenI’dlast had sex, now it’s burning—for the complete opposite reason.Ithrow back my shot of tequila, shivering again as the liquid goes down.Awarm glow is igniting in my stomach and loosening my limbs.
Aslow smile grows onDevon’sface. “Well, well, well.Whyso reluctant,Shae?Maybebecause it’s happened recently?”Hetaps his chin. “Maybeveryrecently.”
Itry to keep my embarrassment in check, but he studies my face, something flaring to life in his deep blue eyes as he reads the truth written there. “Don’ttell me you’ve been getting yourself off in this very bedroom.”
Ohgod.Iwant to sink into the bed and disappear.HowcanItell him that, sinceI’vebeen here, my previously absent libido has had a sudden revival?SomethingI’mtrying not to attribute to the abundance of rock star sexinessI’vebeen confronted with constantly.Iglare at him. “Okay.Iwon’t tell you then.”
Hechuckles low, the sound rasping across my senses.
Thisis mortifying.Bestfriend or not,I’mmore than aware thatDevon’sa man, andI’ma woman.Talkingabout orgasms and masturbation with him isn’t exactly comfortable for me. “Truthor dare?”Iask through gritted teeth.
Thesmile that tilts his lips is slow and lazy, and for some reason, a lick of heat spreads through me. “Truth.”
“Whenwas the last timeyouhad an orgasm?”
Hedoesn’t miss a beat. “Inthe shower before we went out tonight.”Ishould have knownIcouldn’t embarrass him. “Doyou want me to tell you whatIwas thinking about?”
“What?No!”Isquirm again. “WhywouldIwant to know what sordid little fantasy you were having?Probablyremembering your last threesome.”Icringe as soon as the words pass my lips.Wayto highlight my lack of cool when it comes to him having had a threesome.Ora thousand threesomes for allIknow.Itshouldn’t bother me so much.Devon’sfree to do whatever he wants with whomever he wants.
Buthis mouth curves up at my discomfort. “Itdefinitely wasn’t a threesome.”
Myskin prickles andIswallow, focusing my attention on the comforter beneath me.There’sa strange tension vibrating between us.Justlike earlier whenIwas sitting on his lap and he put his hands on me.
“Andsince you’re so interested,” he drawls.
Idart a glance at him, ready to protest.
Butthe words die on my lips when he says, “Ihaven’t had a threesome in a while.Turnsout,Iprefer devoting all my attention to one woman at a time.”
Isearch his face for signs that he’s making fun of me. “Really?”
Hepulls one long, denim-clad leg up to his chest and rests his tattooed forearm on it. “Withmore than two people participating, it turns into a competition or a show.I’drather focus on making one woman fall apart under me.”
Mymouth dries, forcing me to wet my lips to get some much-needed moisture.Theimage thatDevon’swords paints in my mind has my skin feeling hot and achy and tight.Ihave a sudden vision of his naked, tattooed body moving rhythmically over a woman as she moans and calls out his name.God,Ishouldnotbe thinking about my best friend that way.AndIshould definitely not be turned on when he tells me how he likes to have sex.
Weneed a topic change before my libido flares up even more.There’sno wayIcan take care of myself in this room now thatDevonknows whatIdid.
Butit’s his turn to ask me, andIopt for truth again, sinceIhave no idea what dare either of us can do in this apartment at this time of night.I’mhoping he’s finally run out of questions that revolve around sex.
TurnsoutI’mnot in luck. “Iknow you haven’t had sex for a while,” he says. “Althoughyou’ve had an orgasmveryrecently.”Hesmirks at my grimace. “Whenwas the last time someone went down on you?”
Icringe. “Devon, you can’t ask me that!”
“Yes,Ican.Youkeep choosing truth.Consideringhow muchIalready know about you, what else amIsupposed to ask?”
Iwrinkle my nose, but under his probing stare,Iblurt out, “Idon’t remember, okay?”
Hisbrows shoot up. “Youdon’t remember?”
Iclear my throat.BecauseIdo remember.Iremember too well. “Awhile.Idon’t know.IguessI…Idon’t really enjoy it.”
