Page 25 of Cream Pie

“Hey, Ames, who isn’t looking for a nice, warm, creamy—”

“You are fucking gross, I don’t know how we’re friends,” I groan, rolling my eyes as my face burns hotly. And of course, her crude jokes just make me think of Javier, and this morning.

“I want you to feel me there. I want you to feel my cum dripping out of your little pussy and leaking into these panties.”

I swallow the heat that rushes into my face, which is impossible considering the wetness that immediately blooms between my legs at the memory.

Thankfully, Hope lets the joke go.

“Well, bottom line, your cake kicked butt. You know, if this whole ‘going to a great school and getting fantastic grades and then working for your dad’s billion-dollar hedge fund’ thing doesn’t pan out,” she giggles, winking at me. “You could totally open a bakery or something.”

I laugh. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Oh, and that speech rocked, by the way. I don’t know what you were so worried about.”

I smile widely, the heat and embarrassment from a second ago fading. “Yeah? Awww, thanks lady.”

Hope does a somewhat drunk looking curtsey, and I laugh again.

“I see your jet lag has worn off?”

She grins. “It has. The champagne helped.”

“You think?”

She rolls her eyes and flips me off, and I giggle. In fairness, Hope is normally a freaking librarian. Honestly, at school, we both are as we’re both taking almost twice the normal course-load, and neither of us are in the normal “freshman at college” mindset of just going wild, hooking up with guys, and blowing off class. We both work when we’re at school. So, screw it, if she wants to have a wild night—here at a wedding, on the beach in freaking Thailand of all places, screw it.

I mean, who the hell am I to talk after last night?

“The guest list doesn’t hurt either, does it?”

I glance at Hope to see her grinning as she nods past me. I turn, and my face blushes as my eyes land on, of course, Javier. Though, he’s not looking at me this time, he’s turned to smile at and shake hands with a really good-looking blond guy.

“Spotted you dancing earlier with tall dark and handsome,” Hope grins widely as I whip my head back to her. “Making new friends?”

I shrug it off as casually as I can.

“Um, no. He works with my dad, Hope.”

“Are all the guys who work for your dad total fucking hotties?”

I laugh causally, hoping it covers the heat that blooms on my face. There’s also that part of me that spikes with…well, I don’t want to think it, but it’s there anyways. Jealousy. It’s jealousy that I feel, with Hope looking at Javier like that.

“Well, he’s all yours anyways,” she winks. “Dibs on the Chris Hemsworth twin in the tux. Who is that?”

I frown as I try and place the blond guy with the square jaw that Javier is talking to, but I have no idea who he is.

“No clue. But you should probably go say hi and then causally drop that you’d like to take him back to your room and let him relieve you of your v-card.”

Hope blushes deeply and glares at me. Yeah, okay, there’s another reason we got along so well. We were both nerds in high school, and even if we “dated”, we never went so far that sex and everything that comes with that would tangle us up. So, yeah, there were boys, but at the end of the day, we picked getting good grades and working our asses off, and college is looking to be the same. I feel a little twinge of guilt about not telling her about my night last night, or that we’re no longer both in the same v-card club. But, maybe another time.

“Or maybe he can give you a cream pie,” I tease.

She makes a face, and I laugh. “Oh c’mon, Hope! Who isn’t looking for a nice, warm, creamy—”

“Okay! Okay!” she groans, turning as red as I was a minute ago, which is somehow even funnier considering her red hair. “Wow, we’re gross tonight.

I laugh, but when I turn, my eyes slip back over to Javier, and I don’t even realize I’m biting my lip until it hurts. Fuck, what the hell does he do to me? What sort of freaking voodoo magic does he seem to have over me? I mean just looking at him from across the dance floor has my pulse quickening and the heat pooling between my legs.

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