Page 40 of This Memory
“Yeeeah,” he replied, dragging out the word.
“I saw the lights on in Memory Lane Toys, so I pulled over to check it out.”
“Oh God,” Declan said, as he scrubbed a hand down his face. “Nothing good is going to come out of this story.”
I hit his arm. “Just listen, will you?”
He motioned with his hand for me to go on.
“I saw Brystol inside with Lucas Miller.”
“The FBI agent watching over Cadie?”
“Yes.”
Confused, he asked, “Why wasn’t he with Cadie?”
“How the fuck would I know? The point is, he was kissing Brystol. Well, I think she might have actually kissed his cheek, but lips touched skin.”
His brows shot up.
“Right? So, I reached for the door, and it was unlocked…”
“And you walked away, right?”
“Hell no! I went in. He left, Brystol got pissed, and the next thing I know, she’s on the counter, and I’m…”
I lowered my voice and peeked around the corner to ensure no one was listening.
“Jesus, we’re not trading military secrets here,” Declan said, as he pulled me by my jacket back into the small alley.
“Fine. I sort of gave her oral.”
His eyes went wide as his mouth fell open. He quickly shut it and asked, “How do yousort ofgive someone oral sex?”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine, I made her come with my mouth, and then I…well…I…”
He leaned in closer. “You?”
Closing my eyes, I whispered, “I came as well, when she did.”
“No, you did not.”
I nodded. “I did. But you have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of touching Brystol Duggan.”
Declan started to laugh. “Dude, are you a fucking virgin?”
“No! I’m not a virgin, for fuck’s sake.”
“First time giving oral?”
I glared at him. “No, but it wasBrystol. I’ve dreamed of this woman since I was in high school!”
“Okay, so you got embarrassed because of that—obviously. Did Brystol make fun of you or something?”
“No. She doesn’t even know I jizzed in my pants. I got the hell out of there.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I feel like I’m missing something here, Gavin.”
