“I don’t want that either,” Neil mumbled. “That’s not what this is.”
Isaiah chuckled. “Just being very clear.” His body turned more fully toward mine. “I believe you, baby. I didn’t realize this was a new thing for you. Sure you’re okay with it?” His finger found my chin, tilting my face up toward his.
My throat tightened as he searched my eyes.
“She’s sure,” Neil said.
“I’m asking Hailey.” Isaiah continued to look at me, and I had the feeling he was seeing everything. “Once you do this, you’ll never be able to say you’ve only been with one man. Even if we only do oral.”
Neil’s body count was already higher than mine. “I’m okay with that. I’m just nervous.”
“Excited nervous?” he asked. “Or scared nervous?”
I swallowed. “A little of both?”
He nodded, his hand shifting along my jaw toward my throat. He brushed over my pulse, which had to be fluttering like crazy. “I like your honesty. Just know, if you change your mind at any point, even while I have my face between those sweet thighs, I’ll stop. It’s not a onetime yes. I want you saying yes the whole time.” His lips moved to my ear, his breath raising the hair on my neck. “And screaming my name when you come. Think you can do that, baby?”
My whole body tingled. “Y-yes,” I gasped.
He pulled back, grinning at me. “That’s a good start. I think your boyfriend is going to regret this. Once you’ve had my mouth and tongue on you, you’ll remember how much better it can be.”
“Oh, he’s never—”
“Seriously, Hailey?” Neil snapped.
I flushed, ducking my head.
Isaiah made a sound in his throat. “Fuck, man. You’ve never buried your face between her thighs?” His hand moved to my shoulder, rubbing this time, making it easier for me to lift my head. “And she’s still with you?”
“Maybe this is a bad idea,” Neil muttered.
“Your call,” Isaiah said. He smiled down at me. “Though it’d be a shame for your girl. Especially if you stay clueless.”
Neil grew quiet, glaring down at the table.
Isaiah reached for my abandoned drink, bringing it to his mouth. His lips landed right where mine had been, the smudge of lipstick giving it away. His eyes didn’t leave mine as he drank, his tongue teasing at his lips afterward.
Nerves and heat danced together in a dizzying twist.
“You’ll be able to give me pointers?” Neil asked, his hand curling around the edge of the table.
“I’ll talk you both through it,” Isaiah promised. His fingers reached for my hair, gentle as he slid them through the strands. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby? Me talking you through it?”
“Yes.” I wasn’t likely to get startled if I knew what was coming.
He pulled away, standing up from the booth and holding his hand down. “I think we’re ready to head to the hotel you picked out, then. You want to drive over with me?”
Neil stood, pushing Isaiah’s hand away before I could take it. “She’s riding with me. We’ll meet you there.”
“Sure thing,” Isaiah agreed easily enough, turning away. “You’ve got a key to the room already?”
To my surprise, Neil handed him a plastic card. “It’s room 217.”
Isaiah nodded and walked away. He was wearing low-slung jeans, and I could see the edge of his boxers when his shirt shifted.
“The way you look.” Neil made a noise in his throat. “Is that what you want me to act like?”
I paused in the act of sliding out of the booth, blinking up at him. “I—”
