ie

He grins and I glance at the dimple in his cheek. Hot.

“I’ll give you one of my most embarrassing sex stories.”

I wave my hands to encourage him. “Okay, hit me with it.”

“This friendship is weird,” he murmurs.

I shove him. “Come on, don’t be a baby. Tell me your story.”

“Okay, but if I wasn’t drunk you would never hear this story.”

I rub my hands together.

“So, I was only young, but I was with this chick. She was ... going down on me. I had figured that’s all we were doing, so I was rolling with it, you know?”

I snort. “Of course you were.”

“So, I’m nearly there, it feels pretty good, and she stops and says ‘are we going to have sex or not?’. So, being the young champion I am, I pull out a condom and give her what she wants. But it was over so fast it was embarrassing, because I didn’t think we were fucking so I got too close when she was giving me head.”

I burst out laughing.

“Poor girl, she must have been horrified. Spent all that time down there and then when I did give it to her, it was pretty well a failed attempt.”

I keep laughing.

“Fuck you.”

“That’s so funny. Poor girl, you let her down.”

He punches me lightly in the arm. “I was young, we all have one young, doesn’t last long, story.”

“That’s true,” I snort.

He rolls his eyes at me. “Tell me one of your embarrassing sex stories.”

“I did,” I point out.

“There has to be another one? Everyone has a couple.”

“Not all of us are hobags.”

He roars with laughter and rolls towards me. “Fuck off. You have to have at least one more.”

“Nope. I’m a damned angel.”

“You’re hornier than any man I know, surely there were a few wild nights?”

I lock gazes with him. “Nope. I always knew the men I was with. I could never bring myself to just randomly sleep with people, the whole idea of it freaks me out.”

He raises his brows.

I thump him again.

“Okay, well, tell me another funny story then, since you’re so frigid.”

I shake my head. “I’m not frigid. Tosser.”

He winks at me. “Come on, besties have to share these things.”

“I didn’t know there was a Bestie rule book,” I throw back sarcastically.

“There is now. Rule number one, besties have to share these things.”

I think about it for a moment or two, trying to remember something funny.

“Oh, I have one!” I grin.

“Share, woman!”

I scoff and he rolls, catching my leg between his and somehow pulling me closer so we’re face to face. “Okay,” I say, my heart pounding. “It’s not my sex story, because, I’m so good and all, but it is a friend’s.”

He squeezes my leg with his, urging me on.

“Okay, pushy,” I huff. “So anyway, she went into the room to give this guy a blow job one night. They were in there for ages. Anyway, she came out and I swear to shit, she had a pubic hair stuck between her front teeth.”

He starts chuckling.

“That’s not the worst of it.” I laugh. “The worst part is that nobody told her, the entire night.”

“Oh, my god, bitches!” He grins, winking at me.

“I know, poor girl wouldn’t talk to us for a week when she found out.”

“Don’t blame her.”

I put my arm up under my head and stare at him.

He stares back.

“Why are you staring at me? It’s creepy.”

I snort with laughter. “My god, this friendship is hilarious.”

“We’ve discussed your stalker tendencies. Staring is one of them.”

“Fine, I won’t look at you, loser.”

He grins. “Go to sleep.”

“You’re staying?”

“Mmmmhmmmm.”

That sound. Hot.

“In my bed?”

“Yep.”

“Why?”

“Anyone ever tell you that you talk too much?”

“All the time.”

“Shhh,” he says, wrapping his arms around me and jerking me towards him so my face presses into his chest.

For a minute, I just lie there, not sure what to do, then I finally relax in his arms. He told me he wasn’t very affectionate, so I’m surprised by this gesture.

“I thought you didn’t cuddle,” I say.

“I’m cold,” he murmurs.

I stay there in his arms, it feels nice to have comfort after everything. He makes it feel natural, and not weird at all. My eyelids get heavy, and I exhale, relaxing further into him.

Then he starts snoring.

And I giggle in his arms.

Yep, this is the best.

 

 

CHAPTER 11

I walk into the compound and am immediately grabbed from behind. My legs swing off the ground, and I giggle as familiar hands wrap around my waist. Jack. Always Jack.

“Where have you been?” he asks, not putting me down. “Why haven’t you called? Molly. I swear. You’re being a terrible friend. What will I do?”

“God, you talk too much,” I say. “Now put me down.”

He puts me down, and I spin towards him. “I’m busy. Some of us have a life, you should try it sometime, oh wait, you’re too busy chasing a girl that doesn’t even like you.”

He slaps his chest. “Burned. You cut me real deep, Mol. Real deep.”

I shrug. “That’s what friends are for. Had anymore luck with the one you can’t obtain?”

He sighs and we fall into step beside each other, walking towards the clubhouse. “She’s still playing hard to get. That’s all it is now, a game. I just know it. I’ll win her over. My good looks and charm are sure to do the trick eventually.”

“Maybe ...” I point out waving a finger around. “Maybe she prefers pretty boys.”

Jack gasps. “Are you saying I’m not pretty?”

“You’re half pretty, bit girly if you ask me.”

He thumps me.

I grin. Jack is gorgeous, and he knows it. He knows I know it, too.

“Molly!”