Page 47 of Blindsided
“Well done us, indeed.” I grab my coffee to give her a quick cheers.
Freya exhales heavily after taking a sip. “What are we going to do about our friends?”
“What do you mean?”
“Are we going to tell them what we did?”
I flinch. “I’d rather not.”
Her lip curls up in agreement. “Me too.”
“I don’t see the need if it was just a one-time thing, right?” I stare over at her and regret the words as soon as they leave my mouth. “I mean…you wanted to have sex for the first time, and we accomplished that, so there’s nothing more to be done, right?”
She chews her lip thoughtfully. “Or.”
“Or?”
“Or we keep having The Sex,” she says and lifts her brows hopefully as she gauges my reaction.
Her comment scares me a bit, so I deflect with a joke. “I thought after you had The Sex you would stop calling it The Sex.”
“Probably not,” she says distractedly. “But I was thinking, since you no longer have a friends-with-benefits situation, and I’m so inexperienced with The Sex, it would do both of us some good to continue this new part of our friendship. I imagine I could get better at sex with practice, right?”
I can’t even begin to hide my look of complete and utter amusement. “Aye, sure. You get better the more you do it.”
“So we keep doing it,” she says excitedly as though she’s talking about a school project she’s eager to work on and not about having regular intercourse with her best mate. “Maybe you can show me how to do some of those things I drank to during thatNever Have I Evergame.”
“Not the fucking dirty Sanchez,” I growl, losing all humour. “I’ll die before I do anything close to that.”
Freya rolls her eyes. “Obviously not the dirty Sanchez. I was just thinking about like, maybe the oral stuff?”
My brows lift. “More than what I did last night?”
She shrugs shyly. “Yeah. I’d like to try it the other way around. Maybe sixty-nine? I googled what that was after the party, and it doesn’t look too hard.”
I purse my lips together to fight back my smile. “You don’t need to ever sixty-nine, Freya. Sixty-nine is something teens do when they’re trying to hurry and get everything in before their mum and dad get home.”
“Oh,” she says, deflating a wee bit.
“But I can show you how to give a proper blow job if that’s what you fancy.”
“Yes, I think I’d fancy that a lot,” she beams happily, her face a picture of innocence that quite truthfully scares me a bit.
It’s one thing to have sex just the one time. It’s quite another to do a full-blown friends-with-benefits arrangement with someone all over again. Plus, what if Freya wants more than just friendship? I can’t risk losing her.
I grip the back of my neck and eye her seriously. “Look Freya, I’m up for more because, hell, I’m a bloke and saying no to regular sex just goes completely against my biology. But I just want to be sure you know what you’re asking for. What if you want more than just sex?”
“What do you mean? Like a relationship?” she asks, her lips twitching with barely concealed amusement.
“Aye,” I reply, pinning her with a confused look.
She bursts out laughing so hard she nearly spills her coffee with the fit of giggles shaking her entire body.
My face falls as she wipes away the tears in her eyes. “Mac, don’t be silly,” she says with an amused sigh. “I know you don’t see me like that. And believe me, you’re not my type.”
My brows furrow. “It seemed like I was your type when I gave you two orgasms last night.”
She rolls her eyes and gives me a playful shove. “Don’t get sensitive. I’m just saying that I know you, and I know myself. We won’t fall for each other. We can barely get along for twenty-four hours, let alone be in a real romantic relationship where we have to care about the other person’s feelings. You and I are like oil and water. Or like super glue and skin. You and I ending up together would be the equivalent of horse whisperer Amy Fleming falling for a city boy,” she adds, referencing her daftHeartlandshow like that reference is supposed to click for me.
