“You sound like you were hoping he’d get in your pants.”
“Mm,” I responded noncommittally.
He pulled out of the packhouse lot and drove down the dark and quiet streets. “Are you sure you want to go home in that state? You’re really drunk right now and there’s no question that your parents will be able to smell it on you.”
“Oh Goddess, my mom is going to claw me,” I moaned.
“Claw you?”
“She slapped me this morning because I told her I drank at the party lake last night. And she told me she’d use her claws next time. I am so screwed.”
He burst out laughing. “You know, I did get an official complaint today that the lake wasn’t being properly patrolled.”
I groaned again.
“Maybe we should make a pit stop to check on the patrolling. It will give you a chance to sober up.” He turned and drove toward the lake instead. Once parked, he helped me out of my car and walked me to the same place we were last night.
After we sat down, I pulled out my phone. “I should text my mom to tell her I’ll be home later than expected.” Thinking quickly, I wrote,Madison’s family pulled out a game of Monopoly. Going to join.
Peering over my shoulder, Blake asked, “Monopoly? Seriously?” He started laughing again.
“It’s a nice, wholesome game,” I replied. Then added, “And it takes a long time to play.”
“It’s more wholesome than the games I want to play with you, I’ll give you that. So how was your evening with Luke?”
I groaned in frustration again. “This whole thing really sucks. It’s not fair.”
He put his arm around me. While I did not feel the same sparks and calm from Blake, I did note that I fit much better with him, as if his body were molded for me. I snuggled against him, enjoying how close I felt to him.
He sighed. “Life’s rarely fair.”
“Thanks for being my friend,” I said. He kissed me on my head in response, eliciting a warm and comforting feeling inside me.
“By the way, I stopped by the sex shop today and got you what you asked for.”
“Oh Goddess. I can’t believe I’m actually going to use it!” I cried out.
“To be honest, I’m surprised you don’t already own one. But maybe I shouldn’t be.” He smirked at me.
“I’ve never even—” I stopped, not able to say the word, feeling a flush spread across my cheeks.
“Masturbated?” he finished for me. He then pulled me up off him and looked deeply into my eyes. “Are you fucking serious?” I nodded.
“Can you show me how?” I asked, liquid courage pulsing through my veins, the thought of it suddenly seeming like a great idea. I touched his bicep, a la Lucy, trying to look seductive as I did it.
He groaned loudly, in a tone that made it clear he was severely frustrated. “There’s nothing I’d like to do more than to show you, but you’re not even close to sober right now. This is crossing into really unethical territory. If you still want me to show you tomorrow when you’re sober, I will show you several times over.”
“Do you think Luke would show me?”
“Why don’t you ask him and find out? I can’t say I won’t be bitter with jealousy if you do, but I have a feeling it would take a massive, ungodly amount of willpower to say no to that proposition.”
“Is it true your dad cheated on your mom all the time?”
“Did Luke tell you that?” He narrowed his eyes at me. I nodded. “Yes, it’s true.”
“Oh.”
“My father’s not a good person. Why did that subject come up anyway?”