Page 23 of Walk of Shame
“Whatever you’re having is good with me.” Ashley waves, looking light and free and happy.
I would kiss Shelly in gratitude but I don’t think Ted can take it. Besides she’d probably punch me.
Shelly pokes me in the chest. “Be nice. I like her.”
I give her a salute and take Ashley into my arms. I smile down into her sweaty, flushed face. She looked exactly like this in my bed and it makes me crave another taste of her. A craving I’ll have to resist. “As you can see, Shelly is the boss of us.”
Ashley laughs, looping her arms around my neck. “Yes, I can see that.”
I run my hand up her back, loving how she shudders. “So a little bi-curious are we?”
She grins. “That was just for fun.”
“I’m pretty sure we can make some money to pay for our drinks if you two agree to make out.”
She laughs again, clearly enjoying herself. “Maybe.”
I walk a path up her spine and she presses closer, meeting my eyes. Heat sparks between us and I try not to get distracted by her mouth. Try not to be tempted to take it, because I know she’ll yield under me. She’s relaxed and happy, and pliant. If I take her, she’ll let me, but then I’d break my promise and I won’t do that. I laid out the rules, now I have to abide by them.
I have something to prove to her, and that matters more to me than sex.
“Can I tell you a secret?” My fingers brush over the blade of her shoulder.
“Yes.” Her voice is breathless and filled with longing.
“We’re not supposed to know this because they are keeping it some sort of secret, but Shelly and Ted are sleeping together, and you’re giving the poor guy a heart attack.”
“I know.” She glances around me, back to the table, before pressing closer. “Shelly told me.”
Surprise lights through me. “She did?”
“Yes. She told me not to tell. But since you know, I don’t see the harm.” Ashley winks at me. “Just don’t blame me, I don’t want on her bad side.”
Another surprise. “Shelly doesn’t talk to anyone.”
Ashley shrugs. “We hit it off. I like her, she’s fun and different from my usual girlfriends.”
“I’m glad.” Because I am. It’s premature, but I want her to belong in my group. Want her to feel like she’s one of us.
She giggles. “Your friend Ted has a little fantasy about watching her with another girl. So she’s decided it would be fun to torture him. I agreed to help.” She gives me a flirty look. “Can I consider it mission accomplished?”
“I’d say so.” My hands slide down her back and settle on her hips. I’m sure she can feel my erection pressing into her stomach.
Our eyes lock.
Ashley’s blue eyes darken and her breath catches. In a low husky voice, she says, “It’s a game they play.”
“What is?” In my lust for her, I’ve lost track of the conversation.
“Pushing each other in public, knowing they can’t do anything, or reveal how they’re driving the other one crazy, because they’re a secret. They get off on it.” Ashley’s hardened nipples brush against my chest and I bite back a curse.
I promised I wouldn’t touch her, but I said nothing about talking. My palms hover at her hips. “That sounds like a game you’re interested in.”
She blinks up at me. “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never played it.”
“No?”
She shakes her head. “No. I don’t think I’ve ever taken that kind of time with a man, or had him take that kind of time with me.”