Page 19 of Hooking Up
She asked.
I'm not about to skimp.
"She was so fucking eager. She started arching her back and letting out these needy sighs as I dragged my lips up her thigh. When I pinned her legs to the bed—fuck. She tasted good. And she was so fucking responsive. Like it had been ages since anyone licked her properly."
"Ugh." She bites her lip. "You're such a guy."
"Please, Leigh. Fifty bucks says your panties are drenched," Dean says.
"Yeah. But… Uh…" Her blush spreads to her chest. "How do you know she wasn't coming on some other guy's face the night before?"
"I know." All right, maybe she was with someone recently. But not someone who fucked her properly. Not with the way she groaned my name.
"You jelly 'cause you want my boy's tongue on your cunt?" Dean asks.
"Ew. You guys are like brothers. That's just… no." She shakes her head.
"You know Dean and I will take you out. Play wingman," I say.
She scoffs. "Yeah, that's gonna work. Two built, tattooed bodyguards scaring off every guy in a hundred-foot radius."
"You don't mean that." Dean feigns humility.
She cocks her hip. "You always start with your mouth?"
"Not usually." Fuck, Iamstuck in a routine. The last dozen women, it's been the same thing.
How the fuck is it possible I'm bored of one-night stands?
She sighs. "Why do I do this to myself?"
"I'm sure Brendon has something that can take the edge off," Dean says.
"I'm not taking Brendon's used sex toys. Especially knowing he uses them on Kay." She sticks her tongue out. Shakes her head with disgust. "I have my own… you know what. Never mind. It's none of your business."
He turns to me. "Come on, Casanova. Keep going. It was just getting good."
"I'm not a porn site. If I was, I'd charge a fortune," I say.
"I don't want some porn site. That's fake shit. I need the real dirt," he says. "What was she like?"
"Different," I say.
"You like her."
"Of course I like her. I wouldn't fuck her if I didn't."
"No. Youlikeher."
"I don't like anyone."
"I thought so. But I guess I'm the only soulless one here." He shakes his head. "Damn, Walker. First Brendon. Now you. Another one bites the dust."
"You can't trick me into offering more details."
He smiles wide. "You sure?"
No. He can. I usually love replaying my conquests. But it feels different with Iris. Like I shouldn't.
