Page 27 of Wilder Puck
I am a fucking idiot.
“Okay,” I mutter. “Yeah. Yes. Friends with benefits with my fake girlfriend.”
I stare into space, wondering what the fuck that entails. What did I just agree to?Self-destruction, that’s what.
“Yeah, we’ll practice getting better at relationships and sex… together.”
I fold my hands together. “Yeah. And what’s the rules here?”
She laughs. “What do you mean?”
“Well… uh…” Hell, I’m nervous. How the fuck am I going to have sex with my best friend without falling in love with her when I’m clearly already in love with her? “That sounds like a real relationship.”
She nods like that’s given so why am I saying it.
I shake my head. “First. What are we practicing for?”
She shrugs. “For our next relationship.”
Our eyes connect as I place my hand on her forehead. “Are you feeling okay?” Why is she throwing in the sex equation when pretending to be in a relationship with her is already going to be hard enough?
She hits my hand away. “You admitted that you don’t like vanilla sex, so let’s work on that. Do you always have vanilla sex?”
I take a deep breath, glad that she’s still my best friend and calling me out on my shit. I nod. “Yep. Pretty much.” My palms are fucking sweating.
“Okay, let’s change that. I’ll help. We can start right now.”
I blink, wondering what the hell she just said. My body knows exactly what she’s offering because my dick is hard in an instant. I stare at her, terrified. I think I’m having an out-of-body experience right now.Am I hearing her right?If I start having casual sex with her, Coach will definitely know something’s up with me. And it’ll be serious this time around.
She adds, “It’ll be like we’re actually dating. We’ll coach each other. You can treat me as if I were your real girlfriend.”
Easy.
“Okay,” I mutter, trying to gather all the courage I can right now. “What if we did the real thing instead?”
Those gorgeous eyes watch me carefully, and my internal organs are doing flips. And then she laughs, so I chuckle too.
“I am offering the real thing. It’s not like I’m handing you over a blow-up doll of myself.”
I laugh at her stubbornness. She can avoid a serious question like the plague.
She continues, “We can’t just jump into a relationship. How do we even know if we like each other like that?”
I wouldn’t survive if she changed her mind right now, so I nod, giving her the benefit of the doubt. I swear she loves me like I love her, but if she’s going to say what she just said, maybe we need to take it slow. “Okay. So, we fake date and coach each other in sex.”
We stare at each other, and I think we’re both well aware of how crazy that sounds.
I glance at her lips, licking mine.
“Aren’t you going to clean the whipped cream off your face first?” she asks.
I mutter, “Do it for me.”
She leans in and wipes my face. “This is going to be good, I think. I mean, you’re okay with this, right?”
I blink a few times, slowly shrugging. “Yeeeaaaaahhhhh.”
She laughs.
