Page 71 of Feels Like Love
“Wow.” He dragged a hand through his hair—dark, wavy. His looks always made the girls a bit crazy for him. “Who would’ve guessed that little bird would want no-strings sex.”
I gnashed my teeth. “We haven’t had sex.” We’d just…fooled around. “And don’t you dare say anything to anyone.”
“Hell no. I’m not getting involved in that. You know if Liam finds out, he’ll kill you, right?”
“Yes.”
“God, I wish I hadn’t asked.” He shook his head and climbed into his car without another word.
I didn’t feel better after telling him. If anything, I felt worse.
I drove home, my gut churning with guilt. But I forgot about all of it the moment I saw Wren. She gave me a sexy smile, practically pouncing on me when I walked through the door.
“Hey.” I laughed.
“Hey.” She pressed up on her toes to kiss me. I loved that she was doing that more and more lately—feeling confident to take the initiative. To touch and kiss me whenever she wanted to. Well, at least when we were alone.
“What have you been up to?” I asked. She tasted like wine, and she felt like home.
She flashed me a coy smile. “Research.”
“What kind of research?” I kicked off my shoes. My body hummed with desire.
“Blow jobs.”
Fuck me.I squeezed my eyes shut. “Wren…”
Had she been watching porn while I was gone?
“Now, hear me out,” she said, a serious expression in place that would’ve made me laugh in any other circumstance. “I just want you to give me some pointers. Show me how to make you—I mean,that—feel good.”
My throat closed up. “You want to know how to give someone a blow job?”
“Yes. And…other things.” She nodded eagerly. And fuck if I didn’t want to say yes immediately.
Even so, I thought about tonight. About Liam and the way he’d acted. The way he’d been acting lately. And I knew this was dangerous—not only to my friendship with Liam. But my relationship with Wren and River.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” Who was I kidding? My dick thought it was a fantastic idea. He was urging me on, tempting me to agree.
“Did Liam say something to you tonight?” she asked, perhaps sensing the change in my mood.
“Asher knows.”
She jerked her head back. “He does?”
I nodded. “He figured it out, though he doesn’t know about the coaching.”
She nodded, rolling her lip between her teeth. “Same with Harper.”
“But that’s it, right? I mean, except for that ridiculous post onThe Vine.”
“You heard about that?”
“Of course I heard about it. I can’t tell you how many people asked me about it this week. Wanting to know if it was true. Congratulating me or wishing me luck in the race to win your heart.” I rolled my eyes.
She stared at me, mouth agape. “You’re kidding.”
“I wish I were.”
