Page 6 of Fumbling for Perfection

Hell. The way he says my name. I squeeze my thighs together. “The potential orgasm.”

“There’s nopotentialabout it.”

“Oh.”

“Exactly. How many can you handle?”

“Orgasms?” He nods. “I...you mean like more than one?”

“Is one all you think you’d get?” He rubs his nose along my jawline and inhales deeply. “Sounds like that would be a con.”

Nose to my skin. That’s the only place he touches and I’m on the brink of reaching my first orgasm of the night.

“Riley.” Kendall’s voice shakes me from my near peak and I snap my head up. Like a proud mom, she’s wearing the cockiest grin as she glances from Walker to me. “Are you going to introduce me to yourfriend?”

Walker leans back and holds out his hand to Kendall. She takes it and doesn’t release it. Stupid jealousy stirs in my chest as I watch her take in Walker’s muscles, his gorgeous eyes, and the light scruff on his face. I can’t tell if she’s jealous I found him first or if she’s going to suggest a threesome. Not my thing. Kendall? Yeah, she’s done it before but with two men. She’s not one to share.

“Walker.” He squeezes her hand, then releases it and drapes his arm across the back of my chair.

Melting. I’m totally melting.

She grins like she just won the billion-dollar Powerball jackpot. “What are your intentions with my best friend, Walker?”

“Riley is contemplating a few things right now,” he says so casually.

My face burns with embarrassment. It shouldn’t. This is what Kendall wanted for me tonight. It’s what I wanted too. Sort of.

“And what would that be?” she asks him, instead of me, and crosses her arms, which only pushes up her impressive rack even more.

To Walker’s credit, he doesn’t even drop a looksie. Nope. His grin is stuck on Kendall’s face like he’s amused—and possibly impressed—with the conversation.

“I think that’s a discussion you should have with Riley, not me.”

And here I thought he’d go all caveman on me. Honestly, I wouldn’t have minded. But deferring to me is another layer he’s offering. Respect. He wants to do things to my body, not hurt me, and still respects my decision. At this point, I’m fair game. He can take me any way he wants.

“Riles? What do you want?”

Now this is getting embarrassing. The heat of the moment between Walker and me is kind of ruined, yet I feel the amusement coming off Walker.

“I’d like to get to know Walker some more.”

“How much more?”

“Kendall.” I chuck the empty water bottle at her.

She plants both hands on the table and her boobs nearly fall out of her dress. To Walker’s credit—again—he pretends not to notice.

“Do you have any sexually transmitted diseases?”

I choke and Walker instantly replies. “No.”

I’m a little embarrassed I asked about a serial killer possibility instead of an STD. Not smart.

“Are you married? Girlfriend on the side? Engaged?”

Shit. I didn’t ask that either. My stomach twinges with guilt. Technically, I’m not engaged.Yet.And technically, Jackson and I aren’t boyfriend/girlfriend.

“No. No. And no.”

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