She sits next to me and pulls her knees up to her chest. She takes a long sip of her juice and says, “Alix wants my business contacts. She’s trying to break into this influencing thing, and I finally grew the balls to ask her about her brother.”
The dots start connecting as she sips her juice. “Her brother?”
She nods. “She has a very hot older brother. Sometimes he replies to my stories. It’s stupid, I know. I want to practice with you in case I ever get a chance with him.”
I chug the rest of my drink and nod.
“Okay, so what’s your game plan?” I ask, holding the empty cup in my hands.
She shrugs. “I don’t know. Like I said, he watches my Stories and likes all my photos. That means something, right?”
I shrug. “Sure. Yeah.”
“Yeah, so I was going to shoot my shot. I need Alix on board. They’re close, so he’ll listen to her. I don’t need her saying anything bad about me.”
“Open your phone right now,” I say, so she pulls it out and opens Instagram.
I tap her Story and swipe up to see everyone who viewed her recent posts.
“Is he on there?” I ask, watching her eyes filter through the hundreds and hundreds of names.
She stops. “Yeah, that’s him.”
“Send him a message.”
She closes her phone. “Dylan, I’m not doing that. I want him to approach me. Ask me out. I don’t want to seem desperate.”
I think practicing sex with your best friend seems pretty desperate.But I don’t say that. Instead, I say, “When’s the last time you went to Alix’s house?”
She shrugs. “She’s rich, so the house is massive. If I went there, there’s no promise of bumping into him.”
I snap my fingers. “What if we invited them to Rocky’s house party this weekend?”
“You guys seriously do that every weekend?”
I nod. “Yeah. We’re hockey brothers.”
She sighs. “Before I can do that, I need to get Alix the contacts sheet and maybe get more practice. So maybe not this weekend, but the following weekend? Will there be a party then?”
“Ce, there’s always a party. And I agree about practicing. You should know what you like.”
“Shit. I should, shouldn’t I?” she says, staring off into the distance.
I reach and gently graze her knee. “It’s what I’m here for.
18
Cecily
I swat Dylan’s hand away and steal the empty cup he’s holding. Sure, he makes a valid point. I should know what I want during sex, but… “Don’t most guys just care about coming, and then it’s done? I don’t want to be directing him for my own selfish reasons. I want to know what I’m doing and look pretty.”
Dylan drops his hand and shrugs. “I don’t know. I guess every guy is different.”
“Every guy likes a blowjob, though, right?”
Dylan leans back and stares at the ceiling. “Yeah. I would say so. Yeah.” He rolls his head towards me. “Is that what you plan to do? Suck his dick?”
The thought sends a shiver through my body, imagining myself sucking Dane off. “I guess it depends on how everything plays out, but maybe.”
