“More than okay.”
“When do we start?”
There’s nervousness in her tone. Or is it fear?
Her fear excites me. Her nervousness has me second-guessing myself.
Would she rather have Rush teach her? The thought pisses me off. “We should come up with rules first.”
“I agree.”
What will she come up with? Anticipation thrums through me like a beat I can’t get out of my head. “Ladies first.”
6
Sorrow
Ladies first.
I can’t believe Trace said yes.
“We keep this a secret even from our friends.” Anything other than secret would be mortifying.
“Deal.”
“Really?”
“Well, yeah. Seven will pummel me for experimenting on one of his girl’s best friends. Same with Malice. And I’ll never hear the last of it from Rue and Leigh that emotions aren’t to be toyed with and I should keep it in my pants when it comes to you.”
Keep it in his pants.
Do I want to go all the way with Trace?
Would he even want to sleep with me?
The better question would be, do I want to be one of his hookups?
I don’t.
I let go of his bicep and hug my knees. “Before we go over rules, can we pinky swear to something?”
He laughs. “Pinky swear, like I’m one of your girlfriends”—he scoffs—“like I’m Leigh?”
I shrug. “Why not? To compartmentalize, I’ll think of you as one of the girls. In my mind, you’re Rue or Leigh.”
Trace laughs more, and I smile. I like the deep sound of his laughter.
“I am not one of your girls, Sorrow.”
“Because you have, um, a penis?”
Chuckling, he brings one of his knees up and hugs it, looking relaxed as he stares forward, when inside, I’m a mess, and my heart is beating fast from how much I like the sound of Trace’s enjoyment at my expense.
“Because, unlike them”—he glances sidelong at me with a sly grin—“I’d like to eat you up for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”
Heat engulfs my body. My core throbs. “How would you do that?” My voice is barely a whisper. My heart is beating so hard I’m out of breath.
He returns his attention to the view. “You want me to spell it out for you, Sorrow?”
