“Hey, Dolly. Let’s go get pizza,” I say, sliding into the driver’s seat of the golf cart.
“Can I drive?” she asks, hopping out of her jeep and climbing onto my lap.
“Do you have a license?” I laugh as we take off down the driveway.
17
Claire
Ridinga spin bike after getting finger-fucked was probably not a good idea. But hindsight is twenty-twenty.
What is a good idea, though, is an icy-cold shower. It’s the perfect way to wash away the sweat and the dirty thoughts racing through my mind.
Asher wasn’t wrong. He’s not bad in bed. In fact, he’s incredible. I’ve never had a man so eager to go down on me. Is “politely commanding” a thing, because that’s what he is.
Maybe it was for the best that we were interrupted before I could return the favor. We can afford to slow things down a bit; we have the whole summer to fool around.
I’ve just finished blow-drying my hair and have changed into leggings and a loose-fitting crop top when Asher and Bea return with pizza and a box filled with games. He shoves the box into the hall closet, but not before plucking a deck of Uno cards from the pile.
“Bea requested we play this tonight. You don’t have to play if youdon’t?—”
“Sounds fun,” I interject. “Do you want something to drink?” I ask as I set out plates for us on the counter.
“There’s a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc chilling in the fridge. Joey said it was your favorite.”
My heart stutters. “You asked Joey for my favorite wine?”
The tops of his ears turn pink, but he shrugs like it’s no big deal.
“I’m surprised she hasn’t texted me yet. Or apologized on my brother’s behalf.” I retrieve the wine, then unscrew the top and fill two glasses.
“Did you talk to him?” he asks.
“Yup.”
“And?”
“I told him that it was a mistake and it wouldn’t happen again.”
An expression I can’t quite read flashes across his face, but I rein in my curiosity and don’t dig. “That was the right thing to say to him, right?”
“Of course.” He pauses for a moment, then woodenly turns to Bea. “Hey, Dolly, why don’t you change into your pajamas?” Once she’s out of earshot, he leans a hip against the counter, and… Uh-oh, based on the intensity in his expression, he’s about to say something serious.
“I just want to make sure we’re on the same page. I’m not looking for a long-term relationship and I?—”
“Oh my god, Greer. You don’t have to worry about a thing.” I hand him a glass. “I’m not going to fall in love with you, even if Millie’s already invited me to collab on a wedding Pinterest board.” I take a swig of my wine and relish the flavor. It’s crisp and tart, just the way I like it.
“A what?”
“Never mind.” I wave him off. “Listen. I could use some fun and orgasms in my life right about now. And you’ve proven youcan provide that.” I boop him on the nose. “Win-win, remember?”
“Maybe.” He shrugs.
Maybe?“What do you mean? I scratch your—never mind, that doesn’t sound sexy.” I giggle. “What I mean is, it’s the perfect arrangement. Isn’t it?”
“Well…” His voice is low, and when he steps in close and trails a finger along my forearm, goose bumps emerge across my skin. “You knowI’mgood in bed, but how do I know you are?”
“Excuse me,” I gasp. “I’ll have you know I’ve had no complaints in that department, thank you very much.” I take another sip. Okay, a gulp.
