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“Sounds fun,” Wilder said, and Gracie pouted. “You gotta do Mr. Smith’s homework, sweet pea. That’s the rules.”
And he gave me a look that promised me he’d been doing his homework too.
It was suddenly very hard to swallow my spaghetti, and I couldn’t wait until Wilder turned in his work.
CHAPTER 13
WILDER
“Do you like ass play?” I asked Danny late one Wednesday night, and he dropped his controller.
“Wilder. Jesus fuck.What?”
“What? I’m just asking. And it’s not like you and Miller are shy,” I said, patting the couch.
Danny gave me a pained look as I reminded him of the time I’d caught them having sex on the couch. Or, more specifically, bent over it. “You’re never gonna let that go, are you?”
“Hell, no. I’m gonna sue you to pay for my therapy bills just as soon as you’ve got any money.”
He elbowed me, then leaned down to pick up his controller. “Why do you want to know about ass play?”
“Just wondering,” I lied. “Like, how is that a thing you find out you’re into? Do you just say to a guy, ‘Hey, while you’re down there, could you stick a finger in my ass?’”
“Oh, man,” Danny said, pausing his game. “Are you telling me none of the girls you’ve picked up have ever stuck one in to get you to finish quicker?”
“Why would they want me to finish quicker?”
“Fair, I guess,” he said with a shrug. “Hey, you could always stick a finger up your own ass and see if you like it.”
I made a face. “Just like that?”
“How the fuck else do you figure shit out?”
It sounded like something Avery would say, except Avery would say it in a way that was smarter and more encouraging. And with less cussing. Learn by doing, he’d say.
I didn’t love the idea of sticking a finger up my ass. Like, it seemed weird and awkward and I’d probably somehow elbow myself in the face. But then I thought of Avery, and the way he kissed, and his hands and how much I liked them, and I didn’t hate the idea ofhimdoing it to me. I wondered if he would.
I hadn’t been back over to his place, but I’d jerked off plenty replaying what we’d done, and I’d definitely explored the links he’d sent me. And yeah, ass play was something that got me going—watching it, anyway. Experiencing it? Well, I guessed Danny was right. There was only one way to find out.
I took my phone out of my pocket and looked at the screen. Then, my heart hammering because I never lied to Danny, I said, “Hey, I’ve got a gig. Late notice. Any chance you can watch Gracie?”
She was already in bed, so he wouldn’t have to do much. Once she was asleep, she was out for the count. Last night she’d even slept through one of Cash’s nightmares, and they could be loud.
“Yeah, no problem,” Danny said and went back to his game.
I hadn’t showered after working with Steve yet, so I ducked into the bathroom and took my time making sure everything was squeaky clean—and I do mean everything. Then I grabbed my sports bag and headed outside. I got in my truck, drove it into the next block and parked, and then walked back to our street. It was stupid, but if Danny knew what I was up to, he’d have questions, and I didn’t know how to answer any of those questions right now.
The light on Avery’s front porch was on, making his little house seem welcoming and warm. I didn’t freeze up before I knocked this time, and I didn’t know if Avery had some sort of sixth sense that I was coming over or if he’d just been waiting for me, but the door swung open almost immediately.
“Hey,” I said. I didn’t bother saying anything else—we both knew why I was there.
“Hey. Come in,” he said, his eyes bright.
I followed him inside, dropped my gym bag on the floor, and said, “I did my homework.”
“Gold star,” he said with a breathy laugh. “See anything you liked?”
“Yeah.” My mouth was suddenly very dry.
