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“What do you mean?”
“Once we have that conversation we can’t take it back.”
“So we don’t take it back,” I replied simply. “Tell me. I want to know.”
Ryker studied me, his forehead creased. “You really want to talk about this?”
The liquid courage had me nodding. Sex was an invisible line Ryker and I had always drawn. When it came to anything intimate, it was the only time my girls became my go-to over him.
“If you won’t indulge your curious best friend, I will,” Evan drawled, smiling easily. “Jump in if I make any mistakes.” He leaned forward on the table, his forearms flexing as he clasped his hands. “It was two Deltas. Or were they Kappas?” The question was clearly rhetorical, because Evan continued without wavering. “The gist is that they took turns riding his face and cock simultaneously while Ryker–”
“Shut the fuck up, Evan,” Ryker interjected, the tips of his ears turning red.
Holy shit, was he embarrassed? It wasn’t often I witnessed Ryker uncomfortable.
“You can shove your story and your foursome,” he finished.
I lifted my hands in protest. “Don’t say no on my account, Wheels. I can book another room.”
“I’m saying no because I have no interest in hearing Malibu Ken over here moaning and groaning.”
Amused, Evan leaned back. “Party pooper.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
I was fucked
Ryker
I wanted to wipe that smug smile off my best friend’s face. He was playing at something, only I hadn’t figured out what just yet.
When Miranda and Elizabeth returned, Miranda settled straight back on my lap, like it was where she belonged and we hadn’t just met hours ago.
She was undeniably attractive, and I knew if I asked her to come back to my hotel she would. But the truth was, I didn’t want to. I had no desire to brainlessly fuck her while Ruby booked another room.
There was something different about Ruby tonight. The look in her eyes when Evan mentioned I’d slept with two girls was something I knew well – lust. Hearing that had turned Ruby on. And fuck, knowing she’d felt a rush of desire had caused me to flood with thirst.
But it was a feeling I couldn’t satisfy, because Ruby was undoubtably off limits. She always had been, and she always would be. Up until last night, I’d never even allowed myself to imagine her in that way.
That fucking photo...
When Miranda started chatting to Evan and Elizabeth, I took the opportunity to lean in closer to Ruby. Call it drunkenness, call ithorniness, or simply call it fucking stupidity, but I needed to be honest here.
“I need to tell you something, Rubz.”
With her face less than an inch from mine, she chuckled. “By all means, confess away. Nothing you say could shock me anymore.”
“I saw the photo.”
That did it. Her amused face fell.
I wanted to trace her pouting lip with my thumb. I wanted to lick the pulse beating in her throat. I wanted to darken the blush climbing her neck. After seeing that picture... I wanted to do things to my best friend that I’d never wanted to do before.
“You promised–”
“Tori deleted it. I swear. But it turns out it only deleted from the actual message chain.” I briefly checked over my shoulder, making sure the others were still distracted. “I was scrolling back through our shared images to show Kyler the satin pink suit–”
“Kyler saw?”
