“I’m calling Dad,” he yells out from the other side of the threshold, but I ignore him. We both know he’d never talk to Dad about this stuff. Mom maybe, but Dad, no. I have way more on him than he has on me.
“So.” Jenna lifts herself onto the desk in my borrowed room and crosses her ankles, swinging her legs in what appears to be giddy anticipation. “Did you two work things out?”
“We had a good talk, yes.” I school my features, trying hard not to give anything away.
“Talk?”
“Yep.”
“Was he talking while his dick was inside you?”
“Jenna!” My cheeks heat, giving the impression that I’m guilty even though that delicious appendage was nowhere near my pussy. Okay, it was close, but it wasn’t inside me and that difference is important.
“Sorry.” Jenna bites back her smile. “I just want the best for my girl.”
“And having sex with Zane shortly after breaking up with Nathan is what’s best for me?”
“Hell, yes! Did that not happen? I could have sworn I heard groaning.” She purses her lips and turns away, lost in thought. “Maybe it was Cade?”
“Ew, don’t make me picture that.”
“It must have been him if it wasn’t Zane.”
“It was Zane, dammit.” I cover my face with my hands and groan as she celebrates.
“I knew it. Was it good?”
Peering through my fingers, I cringe, preempting her reaction. “We didn’t have sex.”
“What?” She does a double take, her jaw dropping to the floor.
“God, you’re dramatic sometimes.” I laugh before sucking in a breath to tell her the truth. “He… ahhh…”
“Ate your pussy?”
“Jesus, no.”
“Jesus, no? Please tell me he at least fucked you with his fingers and the groaning wasn’t just a reaction to a hot make-out session.”
“Ugh. If you must know, there were hands and fingers involved. With both of us getting a happy ending.”
“Yes! I want details.”
“No.”
“Why?” Her face scrunches. She’s so confused it makes me giggle. “Igiveyoudetails.”
“Do I ask for them?”
“No.” She frowns. “Not usually. Why is that?” Her head tilts, and she stares at me with intrigue.
“Because not everyone likes to talk about that stuff.”
“That stuff being life? Talking about sex shouldn’t be any different than talking about the weather.”
“Maybe not, but it is.”
“I don’t want to hear about your sex life, Little B,” Cade calls out before a loud thump echoes through the room, and I imagine him banging his head against the wall.
