Page 92 of Tricky Girls

‘Sweet. I’m good at those.’

I let out a huff. ‘Doubt that. Bet you always call your girls back.’

His shrugs one shoulder. ‘Don’t like to be rude, you know.’

When we do make it back to the lodge, Nic is thankfully nowhere to be seen but I know she’s in from the music blaring from her room. The swelling on her ankle must have gone down for her to have walked up all those stairs. I feel a flicker of relief for her. Her hockey days aren’t over yet.

I rush Tommy up the stairs so we’re not accosted by the other two. Locking the door, I fall on the bed.

‘Just give me a second,’ I murmur, closing my eyes.

Tommy snorts, sitting down beside me. ‘We’ve not even started yet.’

I open my eyes when the room starts spinning. I drank more than usual tonight, trying to drown out that sludgy sense of guilt at my previously genius plan. It was hard with Elly shooting those sad eyes at me all night.

Bringing to mind their bet again, I sit up and gather myself. ‘Right.’ I bounce experimentally on the bed, smiling when it creaks. ‘Perfect.’

I do it again, repeating the motion until I’ve got a good rhythm going.

‘Woah, woah, woah!’ Tommy holds out a desisting hand. ‘Not so fast or they’ll think I’ve got shit foreplay game.’

‘Most of you do.’

‘Well, not me. Let’s give it, like, half an hour.’

‘What?! I would have come like ten times by then.’

Tommy raises his eyebrows. ‘That’s more than I ever wanted to know about you.’

‘Sorry.’ I wave my hand in the air. ‘It’s your bi wife energy. It’s making me spill.’

‘No worries.’ He folds his arms with a smile. ‘Ten times, huh? Really?’

I roll my eyes, cheeks feeling hot. Reaching under the bed, I unearth a bottle of unopened vodka. ‘I can come quick. With the right guy.’

‘Alright. Well, I suppose I can be the right guy.’ He moves, making the bed squeak. ‘How do you want me? Loud? Calling out your name?’

‘Nah. Leave that to me.’ Swigging from the bottle, I tip my head back to issue a breathy moan. It sounds obscene even to my ears.

Tommy lets out a laugh that’s just as breathy. ‘Careful or my dick will get hard.’

I shove his shoulder. ‘Don’t talk to your sister like that.’

After what Tommy deems is an acceptable amount of time, we begin our charade. It’s more uncomfortable than I thought bouncing up and down with a churning stomach, but it’s fun and Tommy shushes me more than once when I giggle.

‘No one laughs that much during sex,’ he hisses.

‘It must be your derpy sex face,’ I hiss back.

He takes a swat at me, my back hitting the headboard as I evade it. It bangs off the wall, and we look at each other as the same idea forms in our minds.

Tommy grabs hold of the headboard with both hands. ‘Ready for the climax?’

‘Show me what you’ve got, boyfriend.’

He bangs it a few times, nodding at me to recommence with the mattress squeaking. It’s all very harmonic until he starts making grunting sounds and I lose it entirely.

‘Don’t distract me now,’ he says, still banging the headboard. ‘I’m close.’

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