“Yep, his fingers as well.” I sighed as I remembered the touch of his fingers as they’d rubbed me. “I wanted him inside of me so badly, but it just felt like it was wrong.”
“So, imagine how bad it must have been for him. His dick was a mere centimeter, or even just a millimeter, from entering you and reaching the Holy Land, and instead of being taken to paradise, he found himself in blue-balls hell.”
“Oh, Alice.” I started laughing. “I love you—you know that? I’m so lucky to have a friend I can talk about sex with candidly.”
“So am I.” She grinned. “How else am I supposed to know the difference between a circumcised penis from one that hasn’t been circumcised?”
“The internet, silly.”
“That’s not as fun as having you describe the difference.”
“I only knew from looking it up online.” I rolled my eyes at her.
“I wonder if Aiden?—”
“Stop.” I held up my hand. “I’m cool, but I’m not that cool. I do not want to talk about my brother’s penis or how good he is in bed. And I never want to hear about him going down on you. You hear me?”
“Liv”—she made a face—“not that that’s ever going to happen.”
“You never know.”
“I doubt Aiden will ever give me the time of day, no matter what I wear.” She lay back on the bed next to me. “He’s just not into me.”
“According to Xander, both Scott and Aiden are into you.”
“What?” She rolled over and looked at me. “Are you joking?”
“Nope.” I shrugged. “He said he thinks they’re both into you.”
“What makes him think that? Did they tell him?”
“He’s never met them before, Alice.” I shook my head. “I don’t think either of them told him crap. It’s just an observation he made from ten seconds of being in the room with all of us.”
“Oh.” She made a face. “So, that doesn’t really mean much then.”
“Yeah, not really.” I sat up. “Now go and show me your outfits and let me help you figure out what to wear.”
“I suck.”
“We both suck,” I groaned. “I was flirting with Henry to make Xander jealous.”
“Oh, Mr. Tongue’s brother?” Alice’s eyes widened.
“Yeah, he’s a cutie.” I nodded. “I think you might like him.”
“I don’t need a third guy to worry about.”
“A third guy?” I frowned. “Who’s the second?”
“Well, you said Scott liked me …” she said weakly and made a face.
“Oh my God, Alice, do you like Scott as well?” I asked her. This time, it was my turn to be shocked.
“No—yes—no—I don’t know.” She made a face. “He’s nice as well.”
“Alice, you’re the dirty dog now.”
“We’re both dirty dogs.” She giggled and held up two tops. “Which one?”
