I blew out a breath, scrubbing my face with my hands as if to wake myself up properly. I was hungover as fuck. “I’m usually good at taking bullshit, Beck. She hurt me last night though. I don’t want to be someone she ticks off her bucket list with and then runs back to her boyfriend.”
“Then don’t be. Prove to her you can be everything she needs, or let her go. It won’t be easy, and as much as I think she’s definitely straight, I also believe she loves you more than a friend. You grew up knowing who you were sexually, but if she’s starting to second-guess hers, she’ll be worried about making a move. You yelling at her won’t help.”
I clenched my fists, hating to be so out of my element. “I’m good with girls. Why is this so hard?”
She chuckled, giving me an amused smile. “Because you’re good with pussy, not love. I found her in bed with Ry this morning.”
“I told him to make sure she was alright,” I grumbled, my chest tightening with worry. “Do you think they fucked? I’ll bash his skull in if they did.”
“I don’t think so. Ry’s an idiot, but he knows what she means to you. She’s probably the last girl in the world he’d stick his dick in. Now, go sort your shit out with Luna. The guys can be pretty charming, and I bet she’s Logan's type.”
I shuddered, hating the thought. “She has a pussy. Of course she’s his type.”
“Which brings us back to my real reason for showing up.” She scowled, her shoulders tensing. “How the fuck do you know these guys so much? Why didn’t you tell me you’ve been hanging out with them?”
“We kept running into each other, so we figured we’d try it deliberately sometimes.” I said, telling a half-truth. “I text Reid. We talk about cars and pussy.”
She rolled her eyes, opening the door to let me out as I got to my feet and snatched my shoes. “I’m surprised you even like them. I recall you hating Zav.”
“Oh, we don’t really hang out much. He’s still an ass,” I said firmly as we walked down the hallway, and I was annoyed to find Luna on the couch sitting between Logan and Reid. Logan was flirting up a storm, and she leaned back towards Reid more as if he was a safer option.
He’d fuck her brains out too, but he’d be less forward about it.
“I’m going. Thanks for last night,” I stated as I glanced at Logan, acting as if we didn’t hang out frequently with the racing, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Any time, Donovan. You want a pussy pity party another time, you call me.”
“Sounds wonderful,” I deadpanned, walking towards the door and glancing over my shoulder at the last minute. “You coming, Lou?”
She dove off the couch to follow me as Zavier tossed me the keys to the Supra, and I wasn’t surprised when Beckett didn’t join us. She’d hang around for ages and grill the guys about our friendship.
I didn’t worry about them spilling my secrets since they were trying to keep those same secrets hidden from Raven too.
I backed out of the driveway, feeling Luna’s gaze on me the whole way back to Ashburn Valley, where I finally sighed. “I’m sorry for losing my shit, but I’m not going to humor you while you get the good ol’ lesbian college experience then go back to guys.”
“I didn’t mean it like that. I swear. I was mad at Stan, and I never should’ve played that game. I don’t regret kissing you though.”
I frowned, glancing at her as my heart started beating faster. “What do you mean?”
“It was nice,” she murmured, her cheeks flushing pink. “You’re a good kisser.”
“I liked kissing you too, but I have a feeling it meant a lot more to me than it did to you,” I said softly as I turned my attention back to the road, but I startled as her hand landed on my thigh. Her eyes clashed with mine as I looked back at her, finding her nervously chewing on her bottom lip.
“I feel… Confused about everything. I liked it, so does that mean I’m bisexual?”
I blew out a breath, not expecting to be giving someone a sex talk first thing in the morning. “I can’t tell you how you feel, Lou. You need to figure that out for yourself. I won’t lie though. Most straight women I’ve met who said that are usually still straight and they were just curious. They get a taste of pussy, realize it’s not for them, then they go back to dick. It’s a lesbian’s first rule. Never fall in love with a straight chick.”
“How’s that working for you?” she murmured as her mouth curved into a soft smile, making me laugh.
“You’re a little bit sassy this morning considering you must have the hangover from hell and have an impending argument with your boyfriend.” She cringed, my eyes widening with sarcasm. “Ohh. You haven’t even spoken to him yet, have you? You ran right to me.”
“There’s a video going around of us playing truth or dare,” she said as she tucked her hair behind her ear. “He definitely knows by now that I had my tongue down your throat last night.”
“Wait until I tell him you were begging to sit on my face.” I grinned as a groan left her.
“I did not! I’m not that forward in bed!”
“You should be. Always ask for what you want, Lou. Don’t be ashamed of your needs or desires.”