Page 26 of Dirty Secrets
“I prefer to spectate and leave the racing to the experts.”
“No running off to get drunk,” he warned jokingly, and I gagged.
“Definitely not. I don’t think I’ll be able to even smell beer without throwing up for a while. I need an early night, to be honest.”
“I said I’d never drink again after a bad hangover, and then was blackout drunk a week later,” he snickered, getting to his feet and looking down at me, my stupid heart beating a littlefaster as he tickled me under the chin. “Maybe stop at three next time though.”
“Good idea,” I smiled, moving back from his touch before I did something stupid like try to kiss him while sober. “I might go outside for some fresh air.”
“Take water,” he ordered as I left, and I saluted him before leaving the room and downing a glass of water in the kitchen on my way outside.
Logan and Zavier were on the porch smoking, and Logan gave me a grin. “Was that awkward?”
“I don’t want to talk about it anymore,” I scowled, flipping him off.
Zavier handed me his cigarette with a smile, drawing me against his chest and patting my back. “There, there. We’ve all done dumb shit when drunk.”
“Get off me,” I grumbled, but I didn’t move, leaning into him a little more. “No more talk about me being drunk. I’m never drinking again.”
“Famous last words,” Logan chuckled, dragging on his cigarette and turning his attention to Zavier. “Did you see what Laurel Summers posted on IG this morning?”
“No,” Zavier grunted, not really sounding that interested, but Logan scrolled on his phone and turned the screen towards us. I’d gone to school with Laurel, and she’d made a career doing porn. I didn’t shame people for that, we were all in survival mode, and that career path had gotten her out of the Heights and into a nice house in Crestford.
“Did she get a boob job?” Zavier asked as he ran his eyes over the picture of Laurel lying on a bed, the photo taken from above as her nipples showed through her see-through bra.
“I think so. She got her clit pierced too. It’s kind of hot,” Logan grinned, typing away on his phone before showing us avery close shot of a cum filled pussy with a piercing through the clit.
“Ugh, gross,” I scowled, turning away. “Why the fuck would you think a cream pie and a piercing is that hot? It’s gross.”
“Have you learned nothing by being my bestie?” Logan pouted. “It’s insanely hot.”
“I didn’t think you fucked without a condom?” I answered dryly, making him raise an eyebrow at me.
“Yeah, that’s why it’s hot. It’s a fantasy. Don’t you watch porn? I bet you like random shit too.”
“Watching someone else’s cum drip out of a pussy is weird. I mean, if it was your own body fluids I can see how maybe you’d like it, but that cum isn’t even yours,” I argued, making Zavier laugh as he slid his arms around my middle from behind to keep me close.
“You’d be surprised what you’re into once you explore a little. Don’t let guys cream pie you though.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said flatly, intending on pulling away, but he put a hand on my waist and started moving his thumb back and forth, occasionally slipping it under my shirt to my heated skin.
Logan gave me the side-eye as I leaned back against Zavier more to smoke, but he didn’t say anything. For a moment, I panicked that I was being really fucking obvious, but when both of them continued their conversation, I relaxed.
I zoned a lot of it out since they were discussing weird updates about random porn stars they watched, and I tensed when Zavier whispered in my ear. “Can you stop?”
“Stop what?” I realized I was rubbing on him slightly, and I jerked forward when I felt how damn hard he was. “I’m going inside.”
“It’s fine,” he insisted, looking guilty. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
I ignored him and tossed my cigarette butt in the ashtray and practically sprinted inside, ignoring Reid in the hallway as I locked myself in my bedroom and dove into bed.
What the fuck was wrong with me? Twice in two days was a little ridiculous.
Logan
“What did you do?” I huffed, giving Zavier a dirty look as Raven slammed the door as she escaped. She was really jumpy for some reason.
“Nothing,” he answered with a sigh, sitting on the porch and leaning back against the wall to get comfortable.