Page 72 of Shattering Nash

She’d hoped the vague response would be an acceptable answer.

Nope.

“Yeah, I can see that.” Keely squinted, and her eyes darted over the screen. “Whose bed?”

Charley clamped her lips. It was as if she was face to face with Keely. There was no masking her reaction. Charley racked her brain for a plausible lie, but Keely was onto her.

“We are best friends. You have to tell me!”

Keely always resorted to elementary school tactics when she sensed resistance.

Charley drew in a breath. “I’m at Nash’s house.”

Keely’s jaw dropped, then she slapped her hand over her mouth, mumbling, “Girl, stop! Are you serious?”

Charley felt the warm heat race up her neck, covering her face. She’d always been uber private and never once discussed her sexual escapades with anyone, not even a friend.But I’ve never had a friend like Keely.

“We’ve been spending time together.” It was an honest and plausible answer.

“In his bed!”

Jesus, Keely!

“It’s more than that. We’ve been hanging out, getting to know each other. He took me for a ride on his motorcycle.”

Keely lowered her voice to a whisper. “Is he there now?”

Charley shook her head, immediately regretting her honest response. Had she told Keely he was in the house, she might’ve avoided the next barrage of questions.

“I date guys who need a map to find my clit, and you’re dating a hot guy who runs the biggest club in Lawry, and he rides a motorcycle?” Keely dragged her hand over her face. “Life is so fucking unfair.”

Charley chuckled at her friend’s theatrics and was relieved when Keely peeked up with a smile.

“I am so stoked for this, Charley. You two are like fucking fire together.”

I have no idea what that means. From Keely’s excitement, she figured it was positive.

Keely shimmied her shoulders, moving closer to the phone. “I have to ask, and you have to tell me.” Her smile spread into a grin. “Is it the best sex you’ve ever had?”

This was beyond her comfort zone. “Keely, I don’t…”

“A fucking map, Charley” —Keely raised her brows, widened her eyes, and tapped her chest— “and I have to draw it. And even then I’ve only got a twenty-eighty shot at coming.” Keely groaned dramatically. “Men don’t read maps anymore, Charley.”

Oh, the guilt and suffering.Charley turned her head, trying to mask her amusement. Where was the harm in sharing?

Charley bit her lip, shrugging. “Yes. Best sex ever. I came twice.”

Keely popped her head up with her mouth gaping open. “Twice? Oh my God, you’re my fucking hero! I’m a little jealous, but if it can’t be me, I’m so damn happy it’s you!”

Charley burst out laughing, covering her face with her hand.

Friends.The good ones who celebrated…every single orgasm…even when it wasn’t their own.

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Nash rolled his shoulders, watching the coffee maker heat up. He’d gotten home late and up too early. His only saving grace was Charley in his bed. It was an odd 180 for him. Nash never brought women home. It was too intimate to have them in his space. This was his private domain. Until Charley.

He glanced up at the ceiling, hearing her stir in his bedroom. They’d only have a short time to spend together before he was expected back at the club. Nash would spend his time wisely and make it memorable.

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