Page 58 of There's No Us Without You
“Work was fine,” she says with a shrug, her focus on the liquid black gold now dripping from the machine into her mug. “And I don’t want to gross you out.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Well, now I need to know.”
Will shakes his head and leans against the island bench, crossing his ankles as he takes in the conversation unfolding before him.
Eden rolls her eyes with a small smile. “Of course you do. Not everyone likes to share like you do, Em.”
A wide grin spreads over my face and I nudge Eden with my upper arm. “Sharing is caring. Now spill.”
Sighing, she lifts her face to the ceiling. “Fine. It’s just my uterus trying to kill me, like every month.”
“Right,” I say, nodding as I tap a finger on my chin. “I know something that helps with cramps.”
Eden snaps her wide eyes towards me, an almost hopeful expression on her face. “Yeah?”
“Orgasms,” Will says, interrupting us when he steps in front of me to place his mug in the sink. “Apparently.”
Narrowing my eyes on him, I huff out a breath. “That’s what I was going to say, dick.”
“Oh my god,” Eden says, burying her face in her free hand. “Can you two make this any more embarrassing?” That pretty shade of pink I love so much spreads up her neck and into her cheeks.
I wonder what shade of pink her vagina is. Would it be similar to the shade of her nipples—not that I’ve seen them—or would it be darker? Lighter?
Fuck.
Nope.
I already rubbed one out this morning after Eden left me alone in her bed. Then again in the shower this afternoon. If I keep thinking about Eden’s vagina, I won’t be able to hide the boner threatening to give me away right now.
Will shoves me in the chest. “Daydreaming again, I see.” His eyes are on my crotch, and it doesn’t take a genius to know I’m hard as stone right now. “Jesus.” Will scrubs a hand over his face, shaking his head.
I choose to ignore him and adjust myself before focusing on Eden again. Except now she’s glancing between Will and me, her eyes unable to focus for very long before they dart away again. “Do you two ever wear shirts?”
Will crosses his arms over his chest and lifts a shoulder. “It’s my house. I’ll wear nothing if it pleases me.”
Eden only huffs, before she turns back to the coffee machine.
A small smirk lifts one corner of Will’s lips as though he’s just won a dick-measuring contest. If such a contest did exist—is there one?—he’d likely win. I’ve seen his plenty of times, and it’s a nice-looking penis—piercings and all.
I thought I was doing well in the dick-size department, but when it comes to Will, it’s almost unnatural what he’s got in his pants. It’s a regular conversation starter when Wren and Koby are around. Koby often asks him if he’s choked anyone yet or ripped someone’s insides out with his anaconda.
Will snaps his fingers in front of my face to get my attention. A frown pulls on his naturally sculpted eyebrows. “What’s with you today? My eyes are up here,” he says, motioning to the two dark-blue orbs scrutinising my face.
Awesome. I’ve been caught a third time. He has a point. Whatiswith me today?
Here I am, staring at my best friend’s crotch... while sporting a boner.
“Shut up,” I say, adjusting myself... again, and ignoring Will by waving him off.
I rub the space between my eyes and dump my now-cold coffee in the sink along with the mug, just as Eden snatches out two weird-looking rectangular things from the toaster. She juggles them in her hands, whispering, “Hot, hot, hot,” before dropping them onto an awaiting plate.
I’d been so busy fantasising about Will’s dick I hadn’t even noticed Eden had put anything in the toaster.
“What the hell are those?” I stare at the two pieces of god knows what on the plate.
Eden whips her head in my direction, a small gasp leaving her lips. “Seriously? They’re Pop-Tarts.” She holds her plate out to me. “Want one?”
I give them a once-over, scrunching up my nose before poking one. It’s hard and smells like sweet death. “No fucking thank you.”
