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I narrow my gaze, making myself comfortable just as another two drinks are delivered to our table. “What is that supposed to mean?” I ask, taking in the wicked grin stretching across her lips.
“His name is Sullivan,” she starts. “He was eye-fucking me from across the bar, and I didn’t want to just sit here all by myself, so I invited him over and we hit it off.”
“Okay,” I laugh. “Where’s the rest of the story?”
“What do you meanthe rest of the story?” she questions, scooping up her glass and playing innocent as she takes a long sip through the straw, probably hoping that if she takes long enough, I might just forget to push her on it.
“Natalie,” I warn.
Her grin widens, and the second her eyes start to glisten, I know it’s about to fall out of her mouth like word vomit. “Okay, so like, he came over here with those bulging arms and all that sexy cologne, and I just . . . I don’t know. It was like those men’s deodorant commercials when women just fall to their knees when they walk past. He smelled so good and he’s so hot, and I couldn’t help myself. One minute we were sitting right here, and the next, I was spread eagle on the bathroom vanity with his face between my legs. And fuck, Ky. This man knows how to eat pussy. My eyes were rolling in the back of my head. It was insane. My legs are still shaking.”
My eyes bug out of my head, and I gape at my best friend, not knowing whether I need to be shocked or impressed. “NAT!”
“What?” she laughs. “It was so good, and he’s so big. He’s taking me home for round two tonight.”
“Oh God!” I mutter, sipping my drink and trying to ignore the burn of tequila that pours down the back of my throat. “Let’s just hope he knows how to use it.”
“Oh, he does,” she assures me, glancing up and grinning like a devil at the mysterious Sullivan across the bar, the two of them looking at each other like they share the filthiest little secret, and I suppose they do. “After eating my pussy, he bent me over like a pretzel and fucked me into oblivion, but it wasn’t enough. That’s not the kind of dick you use once and throw away. I need a whole night with him first and then I’ll throw him out with the trash.”
I laugh and shake my head while studying the attractive stranger across the bar. He doesn’t strike me as the type to mind being thrown out in the morning. “Just remember to be safe,” I tell her. “The last thing you need is to catch some dirty STD from the guy.”
“Since when have you known me not to be careful?”
“Ummm . . . literally with every single guy you’ve ever screwed,” I laugh. “Tell me, when this Sullivan guy bent you over like a pretzel, did you physically see him wrap up, or were you too busy telling him to hurry up and fuck you?”
A smirk settles across her lips, and the way her eyes sparkle tells me everything I need to know. “Soooooo,” she says, attempting to change the topic. “Less about my sexcapades and more about yours. What’s going on with Crew? Has he finally talked you into bed yet?”
I press my lips into a hard line, my cheeks instantly flushing bright red, and as she takes me in, her jaw drops, and a loud gasp sails across the table. “No fucking way,” Nat booms. “You finally fucked him, and you’re only just telling me now?”
“It only happened last night,” I tell her.
My confirmation is enough to send her into a tailspin, and she gasps again. “Holy shit. I can’t believe it. Crew’s been trying to get between your legs for years,” she says, shaking her head, still in disbelief. “You have to tell me all about it. How was it? Fuck. I already know. It was incredible, wasn’t it? Crew is a beast in every term of the word.”
A wicked grin stretches wide across my face. “It was . . . holy shit. He was like a fucking machine. The second he got my pants off, he didn’t stop until I physically couldn’t go any longer. Like, we hadn’t even made it to my door. I thought he was about to fuck me right there in the stairwell.”
“I mean . . . it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve been screwed within an inch of your life in a stairwell.”
“Yeah, but not in my apartment building. That’s just . . . I don’t know. What if someone saw, and then I have to see them every day? Like, no one needs that kind of shit.”
Nat laughs. “Enough about the stairwell. I need to know exactly how Crew Ledger gets down, and don’t even think about sparing any of the gory details.”
Without hesitation, I launch into my recap of the night, telling her how it all started in the shop and how he fucked me on my table before demanding to take me out to the bar so he could bombard me with his feelings. I tell her everything he said before going over exactly what happened once we finally got back to my apartment.
I tell her how he made me scream, how many times he made me come, which positions he fucked me in, and just how damn good it was. Then just to make sure she really gets my point, I tell her again.
By the time I’ve finished my recap and told her every delicious detail of my night with Crew, we’re already a few drinks in, and I’m way past the tipsy stage.
“So, what happens now?” Nat asks. “Does this mean you’re together? Because like, I knew you’d always end up together, but I kinda thought you wanted to just fuck around and have fun for a while first.”
“I . . . I don’t know,” I finally tell her. “We’re definitely not together, and you’re right, I see us being something in the future, but he’s been a little overbearing today.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know, I could be overthinking it, but the way he was talking to me in the shop, it felt as though he thought he suddenly thinks he gets to have a say in what I do and who I see.”
Her brows furrow as her lips twist with irritation. “What do you mean?”
“Well, Viper for example. He’s been trying to warn me away from him—”
