A flash of Nolan spreading me open on my bed came to mind. I peeked around the back of the booth. “Have you seen Cordie?”
Avery refilled my shot glass. “What kind?” she asked again.
My cheeks were blazing and only partially at the memory. “Let’s just say he probably has had quite a bit of practice in the oral arts.”
“Man.” Avery tossed her napkin at me. “Where do I find a guy who’s willing to do that? They sure expect us to, but reciprocity is seriously lacking.”
I laughed. “Actually, he doesn’t really let me touch him.” My smile faded. “Like at all, really.”
In the moment, he distracted me enough that I couldn’t think, but now it seemed like a far bigger deal.
“How’s that work?” Avery’s eyes widened.
TJ gave Avery a bland look.
“Shut up. I know how it works, but are we talking silk ties, cuffs? What?”
“Not that serious.” My nipples tingled as I remembered him cuffing my wrists over my head with his long fingers. I twisted my shot glass in the little puddle of overflow. “He likes to be in control.” When neither of them said anything, I looked up.
“Interesting.” TJ tapped her finger on the side of her glass.
“Why?”
“He doesn’t like you to touch and he’s in control? And you had orgasms galore?” TJ’s voice was dry as dust.
“Fair assess...” Was that the word? The tequila was definitely stronger than the carbs on the table. “Assessment, yes. Lots of them. Like whoa, lots. Pretty sure my downstairs neighbor may have heard me.”
“How many times have you guys hooked up?” Avery gasped.
“Just twice.”
“And he’s already figured out all the things?” Avery sighed. “I hate you a little. Last guy I was with was pretty as hell, but he didn’t know my clit from my sl—” She cut herself off when Cordie came up to check on us. “Oh, hey.”
Cordelia grinned. “I’ve been with a few of those guys.”
TJ snickered. “They know how to put it in, and that’s about it most of the time. But I take care of myself when needed. Or if they’re willing, I don’t mind giving a lesson plan with lots of bullet points.” She waggled her eyebrows. “Or just use a bullet.”
Cordelia swallowed a laugh. “I wish it wasn’t so busy. I’d be over here with this convo for sure. You guys need anything?”
“Water,” we all said in unison.
Cordie checked the bottle of 1800. “You sure do. Want anything sweet to go with this salty feast?”
“Since when do you have desserts?”
“Callahan is working with the Honey Pot on Fridays. We’ve got a few of her famous hot cross honey buns, and I think we have some chocolate eclairs left. They’ve been flying tonight.”
“Three of each,” I said.
“You got it.”
“Eating your feelings now too? Shouldn’t you be much happier with a couple of orgasms under your belt?”
“At least seven,” I muttered.
“Now she’s just being braggadocious.” TJ tossed her fry back on her plate in disgust.
“He’s got that consuming element.” Boy, did he. “But he’s also got a ton of issues. Not that I really know anything. His mouth might be good at one thing, but it sure isn’t talking.”
“Talking is overrated.” Avery dunked a fry into the bonfire sauce at TJ’s glance. “What? Most guys just want to talk about themselves, not have any actual meaningful conversation. Maybe I wanna just bang sometimes too.”
TJ snickered. “Our histories kinda suck.”
“They really do.” I threw back my shot and tried not to think about the little bit of conversation Nolan and I did have, the truth bombs notwithstanding, I also tried not to think about his darker words.
So wet for me. Soaking my fingers.
Let me inside, Hellcat. Ride me.
But they played in my head like a song on repeat.
Avery touched my hand. “You’re okay, though?”
“Fine.”
Both of them gave me heavy stares.
“Honestly, I’m fine. I’m not just saying it. The sex is astounding.”
