Page 104 of Never Kiss and Tell

“Yes,” Andi admits after a moment.

“Oh, do tell,” Lionel says, brushing an imaginary strand of hair from his ear.

“Nothing,” Andi quips, her cheeks flaming red.

“You slept with the friend, didn’t you?”

Andi shushes him and quickly peeks to make sure none of the men were paying attention to us.

“Wait a second,” I say, holding out a hand in caution. “Is this Big Dick?”

Andi doesn’t say anything, giving me all the answer I need.

“It is,” I gasp, covering my mouth.

“Shhh . . .” Andi snaps desperately.

“Wait, Big Dick?” Lionel asks.

“They had a fling,” I whisper, covering my mouth from the rest of the room. “Said it was huge.”

Lionel cocks an eyebrow, inspecting Jake from across the room.

“If you must know,” Andi sighs, grumbling out her next words so they’re barely intelligible. “I was drunk. I don’t remember a lot.”

“You’ve been holding out on me.”

“Isn’t that Charlie’s best friend?” I ask, almost laughing at the similarities in our situation. “I take it Charlie doesn’t know.”

“No. And he’s not going to find out, either.”

Lionel eyes me curiously, sipping the champagne in his glass to hide a smile. I wish kicking someone in the shins was common, so I could make sure he keeps his trap shut. Andi and I still haven’t addressed the whole Charlie issue and this meeting of the families isn’t the place to do it.

“He’s hotter than Tom,” Lionel says, checking Jake’s rear out.

“I agree,” I shrug, earning me a look from Andi that could freeze hell over.

“Tom’s a nice guy.”

“I don’t know that I would go that far. He was raised by Satan, herself.” Everyone laughs, catching the attention of the group of men across the room.

We drop our voices again, stepping closer.

“So, how was it?” Lionel asks. “Is he like, full straight?”

Andi groans and rubs her temples with her fingers, making me chuckle. At least it’s not me this time.

When we sit down to dinner, I’m seated between Andi and Charlie, making me feel like a rock stuck between two mountains. On one side, Andi is arguing with Tom quietly over something I can’t quite hear. On the other, Charlie’s hand is under the table, slipping up under my dress to check if I really have panties on.

Instinctively, I jump when the pad of his thumb brushes between my folds. Much to my horror, Jake is on the other side and they carry on a conversation like Charlie’s not sliding a finger inside me.

Heat washes through my body and I quell a moan by drinking half my glass of the wine served with dinner. It’s bitter and tastes like the sugarless cranberry juice my mother drinks every morning, but it serves its purpose.

I push his hand off before he makes me come in a room surrounded by his family and our friends.

“Something wrong, princess?” he asks innocently, turning to face me.

“Nothing. Thought there was a pest on me.”

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