Page 103 of Talk Nerdy To Me
Britt shifts off the bed again, going to pull on her shoes as I just watch her.
I finally stand and slip on my shirt, following Britt out the door. Then I steer her to my truck instead of her flashy, ridiculously clean, expensive car that makes me feel like I can’t shower enough to be worthy of sitting in it.
She climbs into the passenger seat without protest, and I walk around to my door as I hang up on Sticks.
“I’ll drop you off at the campus on my way to rehearsal,” I tell her as I start driving us toward Maverick’s. “Randy will turn rehearsal into a party, and then I’ll come pick you up and we can go back to your place.”
“Then maybe you can coach me on how to return oral?” she asks just as I take a long swig of the water she brought for me.
Horrible timing.
The water sprays on the windshield, and I curse as a passing horn blares when I weave on the road. Britt squeaks out a sound as she clings to the door, and I get us right once again as I shake my head and groan.
I’ve created a monster. I’ve had more sex in two days than I have in a year.
Not that I’m complaining.
“Really, Britt?” I ask incredulously.
“It seems unfair how much you do that for me, and I’m trying to be honest. You said to be honest,” she immediately points out.
“Your honesty is leaving me with a hard-on before we get to Maverick’s house. We can’t have sex in Maverick’s house.”
“Why not? He has lots of sex in it. I doubt he’d mind,” she states in her logical, I-don’t-see-why-that’s-a-problem tone.
I can’t keep talking about sex, because my eyes keep moving to her very bare legs in her very short shorts. Not to mention, the T-shirt she’s wearing hangs off one shoulder, and even her shoulders seem unnaturally sexy today.
I stopped thinking about sex this much after puberty wore me, my socks, and my hand out.
“So what is it you have to do at Maverick’s house?” I ask, clearing my throat as I loosen my collar.
“The favor’s for Sean. Not Maverick. And we’re going to Ian’s house, actually.”
“The kid squire?” I ask, finding this conversation to be much easier on me, even though her answer just raises more questions.
“He’s moved up to being my blacksmith now. Level five,” she deadpans.
Things get quiet in the cab of my truck really quick, and she only speaks when instructing me on which way to turn.
I didn’t realize how much we talked about her virginity…until I took it and we didn’t have it to talk about anymore. I’m treading water because I have no idea what exactly we’re doing.
She backpedaled on emotionless real quick.
We pull up at Ian’s house…which is even bigger than Tag’s house, something I believed impossible until this moment. Britt hops out like this is the normal to her.
“Ian’s Maverick’s dad, right?” I ask absently.
“Yes,” she states distractedly.
Doesn’t this guy have servants to do his errands?
“I’ll sit here so we don’t accidentally end up having sex in Maverick’s father’s giant house. I’ve already had one angry Sterling burst in on me,” I call out the window.
She nods like that’s acceptable.
I watch as she moves to his keypad and starts unlocking his door. Then I watch as she bends over to pick up her phone after she drops it. Those damn shorts show the bottom curve of her ass, and I decide that whoever this Sterling is can kiss my ass.
We can be fast and leave no trace behind.
