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“Being twenty-one and only sleeping with one guy is a crime. How are you supposed to know what you’re missing out on without taking other penises for a ride?”
I chuckled. Bri was never one for subtlety. Add a few drinks, and her already limited filter vanished entirely.
I instinctively tugged on the hem of my dress before readjusting the bust to cover my lacy bra. “I never felt like I was missing out while Noah and I were dating.”
Bri smirked knowingly. “But you do now, don’t you?”
I felt guilty for admitting it... but yeah. Things with Ryker had certainly been different in the best way possible.
“Ryker and I didn’t... you know... this afternoon,” I admitted quietly. “I want to, Ireallydo. But I’m freaking out.”
“Why?”
“You said it yourself. He’s been with so many girls. Probably more experienced and talented ones. What if he finds me boring or, like, wants to do ass stuff?”
Bri gaped at me. “Then do ass stuff. It’s fun.”
“Bri.”
She sighed. “Okay. I’m sorry. Look, you’ve fooled around a few times already. Has he gone anywhere near your ass?”
“No.”
“And has he asked you to go near his?”
I frowned. “No.”
“Then you’re probably safe on the ass stuff. As for the rest, just let it happen. Sex is supposed to happen naturally when you’re in the moment. You don’t need to plan it.”
She was right. The first time Ryker and I had crossed that line – and every time since – it hadn’t been scary. I’d dragged the sex part out too long, because now the anticipation was killing me.
“Maybe some shots for encouragement would help,” Bri said, signalling down the bartender.
She ordered four tequila shots and four vodka sodas. I guess we were going halves in this round since Jaz and Daisy were nowhere in sight.
We clinked glasses before downing each of our shots. One after the other. Before the tequila could singe my throat, I chased it down with an entire vodka soda.
“Better?” Bri asked.
I nodded. “Better.”
“Good. Now go find Ryker and get him out of here. I’ll cover for you with Jaz.”
With an appreciative smile, I turned back to where I’d left Ryker with one of Daisy’s guys. Only Daisy’s guy was no longer there, and there was a girl hanging around Ryker instead.
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
The. Only. Girl.
Ryker
I’d barely been alone for thirty seconds before this girl was stalking my way. I’d felt her watching me all night, even when I had Ruby against my chest.
Did I look like a guy willing to mess around when I was clearly here with someone? Because I wasn’t. Never in a million fucking years – especially not to Ruby.
“You’re Ryker Richardson,” she said, her lips curling around the straw in her drink.
I frowned. “How do you–”
