Page 71 of When It's Us
“Exactly,” Finn says with a solemn nod and then winks at Wren. “Like me and Huddy. Maybe she secretly likes him.”
It’s my turn to snort. “His dick, maybe.”
“I knew it!” Finn blurts, slapping Wren’s leg triumphantly and Wren gasps.
Goddamn it.Sneaky bitches.
“So youdolike him,” Wren states.
“Like him?” I blurt. “We literally can’t be in the same room without arguing.”
The minute they’re out of my mouth, those words ring hollow in light of everything we shared over the last few days. Guilt licks at my gut, but I force the feeling away.
Finn hums, continuing as if I’m not there. “Except you know what? It’s always Ginger arguing with Hutch, not the other way around,” Finn says as if that somehow further proves them right.
Which, I guess, it kind of does. I used to think Hutch was vapid and shallow and sure, he never fails to give me shit. Hell, the first time we met, he didn’t even look me in the eyes untilafterhe checked out my tits. Which, in retrospect, I didn’t hate, butstill. The man both irritates and turns me on. But he’s also incredibly kind and supportive, especially for someone I couldn’t stand mere days ago. It’s ridiculous. I’m feeling some kind of way about all of it, but I haven’t had a chance to unpack any of it.
“So bestie,” Wren says, turning abruptly back to me, “spill it. Give us all the details.”
It’s right on the tip of my tongue to deny everything, but what’s the point?
I purse my lips and shift on the couch. “Look, the guy’s annoying and cocky as hell, but he’s hot. It’s not my fault, I want to kick his ass and suck him off all at the same time,” I say only a little defensively.
Finn laughs and Wren gasps. “Sounds exactly like me and Hudson.”
I roll my eyes and try my best to look unaffected.
“Well, did you?” Wren prompts, and they stare at me like I’ve got secrets to spill.
“Did I what?” I ask, studying my nails like I’ve got zero idea what she’s talking about.
”You know,” Finn chirps, then mimes a chaotic blow job that has me cackling against my better judgment.
“If you’re not going to tell us, we’ll have to use ourveryactive imaginations,” Wren singsongs.
“Okay, yes. I hooked up with him,” I huff out. “It’s not like it’s happening again.”
“Why not? You need to put yourself out there and it wouldn’t kill you to have a little fun.”
“And by fun, she means Hutch,” Finn adds, waggling her brows at me.
“And if he’s anything like his older brother, he’ll havezerotrouble with navigation, if you know what I mean.”
“Oh my God, you didnotjust say that,” I snort, and she laughs.
If only she knew that I was already well acquainted with his navigation skills. And she’s not wrong.
“Wait,” Finn laughs, “navigation?”
I toss back the rest of my beer, and a little bit dribbles out when I mumble, “To find my clit.”
Finn cackles, then sighs. “God, I’m so horny right now.”
Wren snickers.
“Listen, I know the power of good dick, babe. And you need some. Hutch is the perfect person for the job, too, because he doesn’t do relationships and you’re not looking for one. Unless I’m wrong?”
“No, you’re not wrong.”
