Coop frowns. “We don’t talk about Brenda. Besides, I was talking about the deed itself, not what comes after.”
Reid rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to me. “Look, I’m no expert, but you’re coming at this all wrong. It doesn’t matter who has more experience and who has less. If you’ve got good communication and you’re on the same page, you’re—”
“Golden?”
“Exactly.” He grins, like he’s letting me in on a little secret.
Hell, maybe he is.
For as long as I’ve known Reid, he’s been single-minded, focused only on the game. But lately he’s been spending a lot of time with our new kicker. Maybe it’s changing his priorities.
“If this woman is someone you plan to see more than once, you’ll have ample opportunity to discover what she likes,” Parker adds. “That’s half the fun.”
I sit with their advice, mulling it over.
Could it really be that simple? Tell Piper the truth and then dedicate myself to learning what turns her on. If so, I can do that.
There’s nothing I want more than to master every dip and swell of her gorgeous body.
Yes, she’s more experienced, but it’s like Reid said. That means she knows what she likes, and if she’s willing to teach me, I’ll for damn sure learn.
Hell, I’ll be a straight-A student.
“So,” Coop says, drawing the word out. “Who’s the special lady?”
I shove my laptop into my backpack. “None of your business.”
“What?” He springs off the bed and plants his hands on his hips. “You can’t ask us for advice and then leave us hanging.”
“Watch me.” I sling my bag over my shoulder and saunter out the door, a plan taking shape in my head.
24
PIPER
So much forneeding time to process.
The wind whips at my hair as I trudge up the steps to the education building, my coat pulled tight around me.
It’s been three days since Brady bailed on me, and I haven’t heard a peep from him.
No texts. No calls. Nada.
He’s completely ghosted me.
You haven’t reached out to him either.
Yeah, because he asked for time and I’m giving it to him.
It hasn’t been easy. I’ve picked up the phone several times to send him a meme or tell him something funny that happened in class, but then I remember the look on his face when I told him I’m a camgirl and I’m right back in that moment, my chest collapsing all over.
That wasn’t your chest, darlin’.
Nope. I’m definitely not going there.
I already feel like I’ve been turned inside out and flayed. I’m not going to subject myself to another round of emotional flagellation.
If Brady can’t handle a camgirl, that’s on him.
