“You did?” I should be angry at the thought of her fooling around with Ethan, but a big part of me is relieved. I didn’t taint her last night, and more importantly, I can’t be a hypocrite and be mad at her.
She nods. “Yeah. I’ve obviously explored my own body too. Wait—” her eyes narrow. “Did you think your penis was the first one I’ve seen or touched?”
I nod, at a loss for words and astonished at all of this information.
“I’ll admit it’s the biggest,” she says with a chuckle, “but not the first.” She stands to get close to me and peers up at me through her thick lashes. “And I know how to make it feel good, Karl. I’m really good at sucking dick,” she whispers and licks her upper lip to drive her point home.
I should be horrified.
But I’m not.
I’m more fucking turned on than ever.
14
LOLA
Holy hell, Karl Sommer’s tongue is magic. If he can do that with just his tongue, what can he do with the rest of him? I swallow hard at the memory of his massive shaft. It was huge. So huge, my insides clenched, almost sensing pain from the threat of his size, even as he refused to take what I know he wanted. But I had the best sleep of my life after he finally barged into my room to play with me.
Took him long enough to give in. But he’s a gentleman, and even as he defiled my body in the most delicious way, he refused to cross that last line—or to so much as kiss me, even though we were both dying for it.
He thinks I’m still hung up on Ethan, but honestly, Ethan is the last thing on my mind these days. The first is getting my hands on a guitar again, and the second, wondering how long Karl thinks I need before I’m ready for him to really claim my body.
I’m lying on the floor with my legs propped up on the couch, staring at the ceiling, thinking a mile a minute. I’m wondering if I should dip into my savings for a guitar, but surely Karl will let me use one from his stash of what—thirty guitars? Pixel is next to me, getting belly rubs, bringing the biggest smile to my face.
“I’m heading to the gym at Bren’s,” Karl says, interrupting my thoughts.
I sit up to look at him. For a moment, I’m considering asking if I can tag along. Watching Karl work out would be a sight for the ages, and I’d hopefully get to see the rest of the band if they work out together. But we’ve been spending a lot of time together lately, and the last thing I want is to be that clingy annoying girl. So instead, I just say, “Okay. Have fun.”
Once he’s gone, I can’t help myself, and I go snooping in his room. I go straight to his closet. It’s mostly empty now except for a few changes of clothes. Most everything is in boxes because he moves into Bren’s building this weekend, and I’m thinking I will too.
I run my hands across his shirts. I snort. God, I feel like a creepy stalker fan. Guess I am, a little, if I’m honest. And if I’m already a creepy stalker, I have to think about what creepy stalkers do. Glancing at the dirty clothes bin at the back of the closet, an idea tugs my mouth into an evil smirk. I rummage through the bin until I find what I’m looking for. The deep red hoody is perfect. I bring it to my nose and smell him.
God, Lola! You are being so creepy, I think. But my eyes draw closed with pleasure as I sniff the fabric. And there it is. That intoxicating manly and woodsy aroma, with just the slightest sweet hint of clove. It’s his aftershave, not a cologne, I’ve decided, mixed with his natural manly smell. Last night when he had his mouth on my neck, I smelled it on his jaw, and I know he had shaved earlier that day.
Before I head out of his room, I glance at the stack of books on his nightstand. A David Bowie biography, a Lou Reed biography I’ll need to read after the current book of his I’m reading, andJust Kidsby Patti Smith, one of my favorite books of all time. I love that about him, how well-read he is, and how he immerses himself in books about his craft. It highlights a level of dedication and passion for music that, for some reason, turns me on so damned much. Maybe I’m a sapiosexual.
I put on the hoody and go to my room to listen to music in bed, but it’s so warm and cozy I fall asleep. I’m not sure how long I’m out before I hear Karl calling out my name. I startle awake and peel the hoody off to hide it. I stuff it under my bed just before he knocks at my door.
“Lo? You in there?”
“Yeah, one sec,” I call out and straighten my top and run a hand through my hair to tame it. I open the door. “Hey, how was your workout?”
“Good,” he says. I eye him up and down and panic. He’s freshly showered and changed already. Did he see me sleeping in his hoody when he got home? No. My door was closed, and he just knocked. He wouldn’t have opened it. “What’s wrong?” he asks.
“Nothing,” I say.
“Okay, weirdo. I was wondering if you’re hungry.”
“What time is it?”
“Noon.”
Shit. I slept all morning. “Yeah, guess I am a little hungry.”
Karl smiles. “Good. You ready to be seen together in public? Let the news get out?”
“Sure. Let me just change.”