Page 136 of Unforgettable

She huffed, and both Reed and I laughed. “I don’t know what I’d do, but it’s not going to be pretty.”

“And we still don’t want to tell everyone?” I asked. We hadn’t discussed it in a while, the prospect of telling our friends about our relationship. We’d all just continued as we were—keeping our sleepovers secret and downplaying the amount of time we spent together to remove suspicion.

“I don’t think I want to,” Amanda said.

“Do you want to?” Reed asked, finally catching my eye in the rearview mirror. The Murphy’s news had rocked him more than I expected.

I shrugged and leaned back into the black leather seat. “I kind of like that it’s still our little secret. The sneaking around and stealing little touches here and there. The fact that no one knows that I had your cock in my mouth last night.”

I winked at him, and he finally smiled.

“Ugh, you both owe me for that cruel and unusual torture last night.”

What Amanda called torturous was us videoing me on my knees, sucking Reed’s cock and slowly fitting a plug inside him. We’d known she’d be irritated but also thoroughly turned on.

“How many times did you have to charge your vibrator watching the video?” I teased, and she threw me a scathing look that was interrupted by her smile.

“I plead the fifth. All I’m saying is y’all have some serious making up to do.”

Reed caught my eye again as I leaned forward and brushed the hair away from Amanda’s neck and fitted my hand around her nape. She leaned into the touch as my thumb stroked soothingly up and down the skin between her ear and shoulder.

“We can manage that,” I muttered, wondering what the odds would be that we would get there before everyone else and be able to steal away for at least an hour.

“Don’t worry, Cielo. I figured we could fulfill one of those fantasies you mentioned. One we haven’t done yet.”

“Fuck,” I breathed. “Drive faster.”

FORTY-FOUR

Amanda

It waseverything I’d ever dreamed of. The wind whipped through my hair, the sun was warming my skin, and the beer in my hand was fresh.

Hazel was laid out on the bench to my right, and we were both soaking up as much sun time as we could while the boys played. We’d both taken turns on the large tube Reed pulled behind the boat, but after a gnarly smack against the water on my last go-round, I’d called it quits. Not to mention, Reed and Josh had both nearly blown our cover by acting overly concerned. Luckily, Luke, Devon, and James were so preoccupied with another passing boat that only Hazel caught the lingering looks and glances.

There was a chorus of whoops and laughter before the boat slowed to a crawl.

“You okay, bud?” Luke laughed in his boisterous way, and I opened my eyes to watch him help heave James out of the water. Devon was only a second behind him, both of them flinging their life vests off and grabbing beers from the cooler.

“That hurt like a motherfucker. Reed, man, you got it out for me or something?” James griped and plopped into the seat at my feet.

“What? Can’t hang anymore, James?” Hazel added and sat up to make room for her husband and Devon. She climbed into Luke’s lap, and a feeling washed over me. I was jealous, plain and simple.

I’d always loved their relationship—it was perfect enough to make you want to puke.

But my envy had little to do with them and more to do with the fact that there were two men in my life and on that boat, and I couldn’t do that with them. I hated it—even if it was partially my decision to keep us quiet a little longer.

I had to settle for Josh squeezing in next to me and lazily throwing his arm onto the seat behind me. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed his hand flex, like he was about to touch me or pull me closer, but he thought better of it at the last second.

It didn’t help that all day I’d watched the two of them shirtless, their skin shining with sunscreen and water.

“I can hang just fine, thank you. Just a little warning next time would be nice,” James huffed, and my eyebrows rose. Since we’d arrived at the house late that morning, James’s attitude had been off. He snapped at the smallest things and overall seemed like he’d rather be anywhere else.

“Okay, what the hell is up with you? Because I didn’t do anything different than usual. And you’ve had a pretty shitty attitude all day.” Behind my sunglasses, I glared at Reed, whose approach was severely lacking even if we’d all been thinking the same thing based on everyone else’s expressions.

Reed turned down the music a few notches and watched James expectantly, waiting for his answer.

James scoffed and took a long swig of his beer. “What the hell ever. I have not had a—”

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