Page 40 of The Right Garza
His shoulders shake with silent laughter. “Fucking Hellcat.”
“Shut up.” I tip up and jerk his ballcap off of his head, then fix it onto my own head. “Fits me better, yeah?”
“Wanna take off my clothes, too?”
Of their own volition, my eyes roam over him, over his bulging muscle under his long-sleeved thermal tee, down his strong jean-clad legs to his booted feet. And yes, yes,yes, I would love to see what he looks like under all that. How taut and…hardhe must me.
I swallow. “N-no thanks.”
When I drag my wandering eyes up to his face again, there’s a ghost of a smile on his lips.
“Order up,” calls the food truck guy, saving me.
Trent gives me a strange look before turning away to pay for the food.
Once collected, we find an empty table under a zigzagging stretch of colorful lights.
Up until I began eating, I didn’t think I was hungry. It’d only been a cover for my confusing reaction to Trent earlier. But either these fish tacos are the best I’ve ever had, or I really was starving. Come to think of it, the heartiest meal I had today was a tuna sandwich Maggie made me.
Trent lifts a brow at me. “You sure that’s enough for you?”
“Shut up,” I snark around a mouthful.
“You know Maggie’s into chicks too, right?” he says before taking a sip of water.
“Yeah, I know. We hooked up.”
He chokes on his water, coughing a couple times to recover. “Come again?”
“I know she’s your ex and all, but I didn’t think the bro code applied to me.”
“You’re not kidding?” he asks. “You and Maggie really hooked up?”
“Not kidding. It happened.” I take a bite of taco. “A couple times actually.”
“So, what, you’re into girls now?”
“Nah. The sex always feels…” I trail off, but can’t quite find the words to explain it. “I don’t know, incomplete, I guess?”
“Yeah, ‘cause there’s no dick involved.”
I shrug. “That could be it. Maybe.” There’s also real sexual gratification in watching a man become overwhelmed with intense pleasure; it gets me off more than anything else. So that could also be it. But I don’t tell him that.
“So, when did this happen?” He chews slowly, watching me. “You didn’t mention this earlier when you were regaling your escapades.”
“I told you she was with us in the beginning,” I say. “We shared a room and we were both too focused on making money to be out risking hook-ups. So…sometimes we just used each other to get off.”
“How’d it happen? Who made the moves first?”
Taking a sip of my coke, I raise a brow at him. “Why are you so interested in the details, perv?”
“Girl on girl. Enough said.”
I laugh. “Well, obviously, I’m not the one into women, so it wasn’t me. Maggie did. And because I know you’re gonna ask…I thought she was asleep, so I—”
“Started to masturbate. But she wasn’t asleep, and she…offered to help?”
I frown. “Um, yeah, that’sexactlywhat happened.”
