Page 114 of Flipping the Script

“Hell if I know.”

His glare shifted into his trademark smirk. “We could fuck again.”

I let out a spluttering laugh. “Really? That’s your solution?”

“Why not?” He arched one eyebrow salaciously. “Isn’t that what we do now? Fight and fuck?”

I started to say no but stopped. He wasn’t wrong. That was kind of our thing now.

When the fuck had that happened?

“We could do that.” I raked my gaze up and down his body elevator-style. My dick perked up, and a flutter of something that almost felt like nerves detonated in my stomach. How he could look so good in an oversized hoodie and a pair of worn and baggy sweats was beyond me. “Are you gonna let me have a turn at that ass?”

“You saying you don’t wanna fuck if I don’t bottom?” he asked. His words could have come across as aggressive or short, but his tone was weirdly neutral.

“Didn’t say that. Just asked a question.”

“Sure. You can fuck me.” His expression went feral, and my heart rate picked up. “If you can outlast me.”

“Outlast you?”

Was he saying what I thought he was?

“We’ll flip.” He looked me up and down the same way I’d just checked him out. “But only if you don’t come first.”

My ass clenched and my stomach tightened.

I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about how good it felt when Bas fucked me. Maybe it was because we’d known each other for most of our lives, but he seemed to innately know exactly what I needed. And how to give it to me in a way that turned my brain into soup and allowed me to just let go and be in the moment.

It was the first time I’d ever gotten out of my head and relaxed during sex. Where I hadn’t been responsible for anyone’s pleasure and could just enjoy it. And he’d made me come hands-free, something I would have sworn was impossible for me because of how in my head I always was.

Sex with Bas was amazing, hands down the best I’d ever had. What did it say about us that we couldn’t even talk without pissing each other off, but we could so easily read each other when there were no words involved?

I trusted Bas. It was fucked up, but I felt safe with him. Like I could finally take off the metaphorical masks he accused me of wearing and just be me instead of the Jesse everyone expected me to be.

I had no idea what the fuck it meant, but I couldn’t deny how much I wanted him. How much I always wanted him.

He glanced at the obvious bulge in my sweats and arched his eyebrow playfully. “What do you say, Miller? Ready to get your world rocked and lose epically?”

My entire body buzzed from the challenge. “You’re pretty cocky for someone who’s as eager for this as I am.” I ticked my chin at his equally large bulge.

“I’m very cocky, as you well know.” He waggled his eyebrows.

“I am quite aware. Do you really think this is a good idea?” I asked, the last of my hesitation warring with my growing desire to toss him down and show him exactly what sex with me could be like.

“No,” he said simply. “But at this point, it can’t make anything worse between us.”

“True.” I paused.

We were both in weird headspaces, and it had been aday. Plus, this was different from the other times we’d hooked up. This was a deliberate choice.

The woods outside, Ben’s party, even what happened at my parents’ house, had been reactionary. We hadn’t talked about it or negotiated things. We’d gotten swept up in the moment, and it happened.

This was different, but I was finding it hard to care.

“I don’t know how to do this,” I said to explain my hesitation.

“Really?” He gave me an appraising look. “It’s sex, not calculus. Do I need to worry that this challenge will be too easy to win if you’rethatunsure of your skills?”

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