Page 157 of Take My Hand

“Anyone want a drink?” Zak asked. “I’ll go down to the buffet car.” He stood up and took his jacket off, throwing it onto the seat next to me. “Hot or cold, babe?”

“Coffee, please.” I reached into my bag and pulled out my purse. “I’ll get them.”

Before I had chance to take any money out, he took it from me and threw it back into my bag. “I’m getting them. Anyone else?”

“I’ll come with you,” Liam told him. “Do you want anything to eat, Em?”

“Crisps and chocolate please.” She grinned at him, giving him an eyebrow wiggle. “Get yourself something, too, because you’re not eating mine.”

Liam laughed and ruffled her hair. “God, you’re tight. Liv?”

“No thanks. I’m going to have a sleep.”

“No snoring,” we all chorused. Going back to the house in the Uber the night before, she’d made a noise like a chainsaw.

“Whatever.” She gave us all a dirty look and then settled down, resting her head against the window. “Wake me up at Stockport.”

“Well, that’s where we’re getting off, so I hope you’ll wake up,” I told her.

“That’s good then. Night, night.”

As the boys disappeared down the aisle, I turned to Emma and raised an eyebrow. “Well?” I ask.

“What?” She shrugged, but I didn’t miss the smirk.

“You and Liam. What’s happening? Finger banging, or just banging?”

She gave a loud burst of laughter, and when someone tutted further down the carriage, we both giggled and ducked down, leaning closer together.

“So, what method does Zak use,” she asked, grabbing hold of my jumper. “Ready To Rock or Scout’s Honour.” She showed me each hand shape in turn, and I started to giggle. “Well?” she prompted.

My mind flittered back to that morning when Zak had given me an orgasm, and I had to admit I had a little flush. “Ready to Rock.”

“Oh my God,” she gasped. “Same! Do you think they compared notes, or googled it or something, because Liam definitely used Scout’s Honour the first time.”

“Maybe. I can’t remember the first time, but then I was kind of nervous because, well, it was the first time.” I honestly couldn’t recall what technique he’d used; I just knew it had been good. “I don’t know whether I’d even know anyway.”

“I think you’d know if he’d suddenly changed his method.” She gave me the rocker sign with her hand and then flicked hertongue like a snake between her fingers. “It’s a bloody game changer,” she whispered.

We put our heads together and cackled conspiratorially. “Have you had sex, then?” I eventually asked her.

“Yeah,” she squeaked. “Last night was the first time.”

“And?” I bounced in my seat, desperate for information. It might make me a little uncomfortable hearing it, after all Liam was like a cousin to me, but I was excited for my friend.

“It was so good.” She fanned herself. “How have I not seen this boy for the last three years since he grew a couple of feet and got muscles.

“You saw he’d grown and got muscles, so he clearly didn’t go that far under the radar.”

She shrugged. “Clearly.”

“And he took care of you?” It was her first time, as far as I was aware anyway.

She took a deep breath, a silly grin on her face. “Oh yeah. He put his hoody under me, in case I bled, which I did a tiny bit, and then afterwards, he cuddled me all night. Then this morning we did it again. He thought I’d be sore, but I was more than ready.” Emma bounced in her seat and grabbed my hand. “Why did I never do this before?”

I shrugged. “Because you didn’t like anyone enough, and we probably weren’t old enough.”

“Very true.” She leaned into the aisle and looked towards the doors into the next carriage. “I think they’re coming.”

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