Page 25 of Dirty Secrets
“Reid—”
“I don’t need apologies,” he cut in, sitting beside me and nudging my shoulder with his. “It was my fault for letting you get that drunk in the first place.”
“I kissed you though.”
“I kissed you back,” he said bluntly, my head turning to face him so fast I almost snapped my damn neck. “I shouldn’t have. You’re not some random girl, you’re one of my best friends. I’m sorry I didn’t stop you at first.”
“Was it at least a good kiss?” I asked slowly, a chuckle slipping from his lips.
“Well, I didn’t stop you, so it can’t have been too bad. Again, I’m sorry for that. You were drunk and vulnerable, and I took advantage of that without meaning to. I do want to let you know that you also shoved my hand between your legs. I didn’t tell the guys that though, so don’t worry.”
“I tried to get you to put your hand in my panties?” I squeaked, and he cringed.
“You weren’t wearing any.”
“I woke up in panties,” I mumbled. “Did you put me in some?”
“No.”
“Great, so at least two of you saw my pussy last night,” I grumbled, earning a lopsided smile from him.
“I guess it’s payback for all the times you’ve seen us naked.”
“It’s different,” I sighed, raking a hand through my hair and pausing as he took my wrist to stop me.
“It’s not. I know we treat you like one of the guys, but we know you’re a woman. I’ve failed you if you don’t realize how gorgeous you are. Why do you think we have to fight off all these assholes?” he teased, releasing me. “The difference between you and other girls is that we care about you.”
“But you don’t want to sleep with me, right?” I said dryly, seeming to surprise him.
“You want me to? Rae?—”
“No, it’s just that you guys fuck everything,” I laughed nervously, shaking my head. “Forget I said anything.”
“Hey,” he murmured, dropping an arm around my shoulders. “You don’t want to be treated like those girls. I’d never risk our friendship, and Josh would somehow come back and kill me. I don’t want to sleep with you because you’re one of my best friends, okay?”
“I don’t want your slutty dick anyway,” I smiled, giving him a playful shove. “We’re fine, dude. As long as you’re not mad at me, I’m good.”
“I’m just glad it was me and not some random asshole who’d take advantage of you,” he said seriously, and I cringed.
“Yeah. Thanks for getting me home.”
“I’ve always got you,” he promised. “Now, enough sex talk before you throw yourself at me again.”
The joke made me relax as I swatted at him, getting to my feet. “It just goes to show how bad alcohol is for your brain. I think if you guys stopped drinking, maybe you’d stop sticking your dicks in random girls.”
“Sounds horrible. I’ll pass,” he said with a straight face.
“You’ll accidentally knock someone up one day, you know?”
“Doubtful. I never stick my dick in a pussy without a condom.”
“I’m surprised you remember when you’re drinking.”
“It’s autopilot. Logan’s the same,” he shrugged. “You want to come to the track tonight and hang out?”
“You want to race?” I asked, crossing my arms and leaning against the wall.
“I might see if Riley wants to. Maybe you could get Logan to give you the keys to his? I’ll give you a race,” he offered, but I shook my head.