Page 83 of Fielder's Choice

“Yeah,” I breathe. I consider leaving it at that, but I like the idea of being able to share things with these women. They’re open with me. I think I can be open with them. “Well, kind of.”

“What do you mean ‘kind of?’” Harlow asks curiously.

“We, uh… still haven’t done more than kiss. But he might have talked me through my first orgasm last week…”

“Hell yeah!” Lucia yells.

“Wait,” Rory says in shock.“Firstorgasm?!”

“Yes…” I reply shyly. “It’s a long, traumatic story. I’m not ready to share it yet. But I decided I was tired of holding myself back. I’m twenty-three; I should be able to at least get myself off.”

Ella bites down a smile. “And Lane talked you through it. Does that mean you were together when this happened?”

“Yes,” I whisper. “I want to be open. With my history, I’ve never had a sexual attraction to anyone until I met Lane. But I really like him, too. I want to go slow, but I want to be open to the possibility of having him that way in the future.”

“I love that Lane is so considerate of you,” Lo smiles.

I chuckle lightly. “He asked probably a dozen times that night to make sure I was okay with actually doing it. He’s amazing.”

“I’m so glad Lane is finally finding his happiness,” Lucia says. “Now we’re all in relationships.”

“Ari is still single,” Harlow adds.

Lucia rolls her eyes. “Ari doesn’t count.”

Ella sighs. “We’re going to ignore that. Josh just texted me. The guys will be here in about ten minutes, so we gotta finish getting ready.”

We barely manage to prepare ourselves before the guys show up at Lucia’s. She slips into a strapless black leather dress that I’m surprised she doesn't need to be sewn into and completes that with black heels and bright red lipstick.

Harlow goes for a strapless deep green dress with lace across the corseted top, paired with nude strappy heels and sheer gloss on her lips.

Rory chooses a shimmery silver dress that cuts down low enough that I’m worried she’s going to have a wardrobe malfunction. She completes that with a pair of silver heels and deep red lipstick.

Ella picks the same red lipstick Lucia uses to match her red silk dress, the fabric bunching across her chest. The gold heels she’s wearing complement her skin tone perfectly.

I’m surrounded by beautiful women. And based on the amount of skin they’re showing, women with much more confidence than the traumatized early-twenties girl.

I look good, but I don’t exude confidence like they do. My dress is a long-sleeve berry-colored sequin dress that falls just above my mid-thigh. The only skin I’m really showing is my legs.

But when Lane gets here, I’m not worried at all about not being confident enough. His gaze leers over me, tracing from the rose gold strappy heels on my feet up to the berry lipstick on my lips.

“Shit, Ballerina,” he says, wrapping an arm around the small of my back and pulling me close while the rest of the guys file into the apartment. “You look fucking incredible.”

I blush. “Thanks, Hotshot. Love the pink shirt you’re wearing.”

Lane smirks at me. “Someone told me it was her favorite color. Thought this button-down would look good for tonight.”

I look at him in surprise. “You wore it for me?”

“Hell yes, I did.” His lips brush against my ear, and a shiver travels down my body. “I do a lot for you, baby. Christmas night, for example.”

I heat all over. “So, we should get going, right?”

Lane laughs as he brings me over to the crowd in the living room, and then we all head out to our destination for the night.

I’ve been to a club exactly once before tonight. Chelle, Vi, and Lu talked me into going out for my birthday in June. This is the first time I’ve been in the VIP section, though.

The regular part of the club is crowded to the point of not being able to walk through, but the VIP section has a lot more room. We’re all making good use of the space by dancing our asses off with the other people back here with us. Well, most of us are dancing. And by most, I mean it’s really just the girls, Lane, and Ari. Cole, Josh, and Knox are sitting in the booth.

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