Page 23 of The Wingman

This isn’t what I had in mind when I wanted Hayden to teach me to be a player, but my brain snags on this idea, wondering what it would be like. I’ll probably never get another chance to experience flirting with Hayden Owens.

Besides, he’s the expert. He’s done thistons of times.

Do it, an impulsive, devilish feeling whispers.

“I do love to be prepared.” My heart’s beating faster and I’m suddenly aware of howmaleHayden is. How much space he takes up and how big his hands are. How good he smells.

“And I’m still your wingman.” His eyes drop to my mouth.

“Exactly.”

He’s not going to get attached—that’s not who he is—and this isn’t anything more than him helping out his friend.

I shift my legs under me on the couch, facing him. “So I’m at a bar, chatting with a guy, and want to, uh, progress things. What do I do?”

Hayden’s jaw clenches for a brief moment. “You want to hook up.”

“Right.” I can’t even imagine feeling ready for that, but I’m supposed to be practicing and preparing. “How do I make that clear?”

The long line of his throat works, and his gaze drops to my mouth again. “Touch him.”

My expression turns alarmed as images race through my mind.

He cracks a smile. “Not like, grab his package, Darce. Touch his arm, make up an excuse to touch his hands. Say you want to compare hand sizes.”

I arch an eyebrow. “That old trick? That can’t actually work.”

He gives me a knowing smile, and I get a weird stab of unease picturing him trying it on other girls.

“My, what tiny hands you have.” I hold my palm out. “I bet my hands are twice the size of yours.”

He snorts and begrudgingly gives me his hand, pressing our palms together.

Oh.

That’s interesting.

Awareness rolls through me at the sensation of his calloused palm against mine. Every nerve on my hand lights up, tingling, snagging all my attention. It’s not even funny how much bigger his hand is than mine, and my mind immediately goes to dirty places.

He must be proportional. I mean, he has to be. He’s a big guy; of course he has big hands, and… Hayden’s dick is probably huge. My mouth goes dry. I’ve heard the rumors.

He pulls his hand back, and my palm feels cold.

“I’ll add that one to my toolbox, even if it feels a little high school.” I give him a teasing grin. “What other tricks do you have?”

“Just find other ways to touch him.” His brows bob. “He won’t mind, trust me.”

“Like this?” I rest my hand on his arm. It feels a little awkward, but his skin is warm. He’s not pulling away like I’m burning him, so that’s something.

He smiles down at me, nodding, features relaxing. “Mhm.”

“Or like this?” I reach up, pretending to see something in his hair. “Oh, I think you have something in your hair.”

He chuckles, but when I sink my fingers into his thick hair, he lets out a deep sigh, eyelids falling halfway closed.

Delight flutters in my chest. Helikesme playing with his hair. I wonder what else he likes.

“Your hair is really soft.” I run my fingers over his scalp, dragging them through the luxurious strands, and his jaw ticks. “I’m going to start stealing your conditioner.”

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