We clink our glasses and I take the first sip, my eyes rolling back into my head. Fuck, that’s good. Smooth, rich... liquid sex.
On cue, my mind flickers to Leilani’s soft skin, wet hair, and that brain-melting curve of her ass. I shake the thought off before another crisis in my pants can ruin the evening.
“So, how’s Leilani?” Hailey asks, already nursing a glass of white wine. “We’re dying to meet her, you know?”
Bianca nods along. “She must be extraordinary to convert a slut like you to celibacy.”
“Hey! I was never a slut.”
My so-called friends burst out laughing.
“Forgot all about your twenty-fifth birthday, have you?” Carter cocks an eyebrow. “How that twosome ended up a quintuple? And once that was done, you went and fucked the waitress.”
Broadway groans. “God, don’t remind me.”
“Why?” Violet perks up, staring at her baby daddy with big, amused eyes. “What happened?”
“I drove all over Chicago looking for a cold compress because this Olympic-level fuckboy injured his dick.”
Bianca chokes on her drink and Hailey’s laughing so hard tears well in her eyes. “How is that even possible?!”
“He’s exaggerating,” I cut in. “It was just a minor sprain!” I throw my hands up, laughing along because that story doesn’t even feel like mine anymore.
Careless sex, brawls, bruises... they belong to a man I don’t recognize. A man who’d do anything to feel something, even if it was shallow and didn’t mean shit.
He’s been dead and buried since I discovered one look from Leilani can wreck me in ways five women never could. One smile, one rage fit, one moan through a wall and my brain’s on its knees.
“Your dick was raw, purple, andswollen. That’s not a minor sprain, Koby,” Ryder deadpans and immediately falls under his girlfriend’s tight scrutiny.
“How doyouknow that?”
“Koby’s not just a slut, he’s a slut without shame. He pulled his pants down to show us.”
“Because you were laughing! I showed you so you’dstop!”
“And we did,” Carter says, his forehead wrinkling. “I’m in pain just remembering how bad it looked.”
“Exactly! It hurt like hell. And for the record.” I set my glass down, then get up, pinching my zipper between two fingers. “It healed beautifully. I’ll show you.”
The collectiveno!has half the guests in the VIP section turning our way. I sit back down, smirking under my nose because the diversion worked and they drop the subject.
I wasn’tactuallygoing to show them my cock. I have my three best friends’ backs. I’d never make them feel bad for packing lightly.
Especially not in front of their girls.
A shadow falls over me before the conversation steers away from my sexual history. I angle my head, finding a girl I’ve seen on a semi-regular basis since Carter openedScarlett. A non-exclusive but mutually beneficial arrangement allowing me to let off some steam whenever I want.
Her boobs threaten to spill from the bodice dress as she bends down, her lips ghosting the shell of my ear. “Happy birthday, Koby. Your gift’s ready and waiting. Where do you want to unwrap me?” Her hand slides up my thigh, fingersgrazing too high and making me shudder. Not in a good way. “I didn’t see your car out the back. Restroom?”
If she said that last month, I’d have bent her over the sink within two minutes, but tonight, spiders crawl up my back at the thought of touching her. Agitation flares inside me, mixing with disinterest and a thin layer of disgust.
That last one’s aimed at me, not her.
I’ve treated women like distractions, and sex like it’s nothing more than friction, noises, and fluids.
Disgusting.
Maybe the guys are right. I must’ve been quite the slut if this girl isn’ttryingto get me somewhere more private. She’s not acting like I might say no.
