“Is that why you’re so confident?”
I pulled up in front of my house, killing the engine and turning to face her. “I’m confident because I know I’m good in bed. Some girls take forever to get off, but I’m not done until they come on my fingers or tongue.”
“What if they fake it?” she asked curiously, making me smirk.
“Trust me, you can tell when they’re faking it and when it’s real. You just have to be attentive to what their body’s telling you. You want a coffee? I need one,” I said before bailing from the car, needing to put some space between us.
The house was quiet when we walked inside, but Mom was sitting at the kitchen table with a whiskey in hand.
“Long night?” I asked with a raised eyebrow as she met my gaze.
“I could say the same about you,” she replied lightly, her eyes sliding to Luna. “Morning, Luna.”
“Beckett’s with Reid and the others. She’s fine,” she blurted out, making Mom’s lips twitch.
“Yes. She mentioned going over there to track down Riley. But thank you for letting me know.”
“Kiss ass,” I grunted, moving to make us both a cup of coffee before sitting opposite Mom. “How’s everything—”
“You want to explain the video that’s online everywhere right now?” she cut in bluntly with narrowed eyes, and I shrugged.
“The kissing one? Not much to explain. We played truth or dare, and someone dared Lou to kiss me.”
Luna groaned, hiding her face in her hands. “Dad’s going to kill me.”
“Don’t you have a boyfriend?” Mom hummed. “Does he know about this?”
As if on cue, her phone rang, and I snatched it from her fingers with a smirk and hit answer. “Morning, Stanley. Sorry, she’s busy right now. Want me to give her a message?”
“Riley!” Luna whisper-yelled, but Stanley was fuming.
“Put her on the fucking phone, you dumb bitch! You think you can get my girl drunk and take advantage of her?” he barked, amusement washing through me.
“You think you can tag team girls with your buddies and she wouldn’t find out? I’m a good shoulder to cry on. You know that saying? A shoulder to cry on’s a dick to ride on? Well, in this case, a shoulder to cry on’s a pussy to glide on. I can still taste her on my lips this morning,” I taunted, laughing as Luna yanked the phone from my grip and clutched it to her chest.
“Oh my God, you’re the worst!” she snapped, stalking from the room to continue her phone call. “Baby? No. She’s just trying to make you mad.”
Her footsteps moved further into the house, and Mom pinned me with a glare. “What the fuck, Riley?”
“What? He’s an asshole,” I said before taking a sip of my coffee, a snort leaving her.
“Why did you kiss her in the first place? Archer’s going to kill you.”
“You’re acting like I fucked her. It was just a little kiss.”
“Little kiss? Honey, your tongue was down her throat,” she said dryly, a grin tugging at the corners of my lips.
“And her hands were all over my tits. What’s your point?”
“You’re as bad as your brother,” she scolded, but affection flickered in her blue eyes as she swept her black hair back from her face. “But I know she’s not just a game for you. Don’t get hurt, baby.”
“I’ll make sure to warm up my muscles first,” I teased as she stood and kissed the top of my head.
“You know what I mean. You’ve hardly been home lately. Do me a favor?” she asked, giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze.
“Anything.”
“Come spend some time with your old mom soon. I miss you.” She smiled, sadness flicking across her face. “Ry and Marla don’t appreciate my company like you do.”