She huffed again. “There’s something you don’t know about me.”
“Then tell me,” he urged.
“I’ve never…” Her sigh was less dramatic this time. “I’ve never had an orgasm before.”
He masked his shock but barely. “Never?”
She shook her head and stared up at the ceiling. “Not by myself or with…”
He was grateful she didn’t say his name. The bastard didn’t deserve to be in a single one of Ava’s memories, and he hoped like hell one day she could exorcise him from her dreams.
“I’ve tried … in my room, I mean. Recently.” She swallowed, her throat tightening with the movement. “But I still couldn’t. Not even…”
“Not even what?” he prompted when she went silent.
Her voice was merely a whisper when she said, “Not even when you and Trey were in here fucking.”
Magnus smiled. “You tried to get yourself off while you listened to us?”
“I didn’t mean to,” she said quickly. “It was after I saw you in the shower and…” She shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. I think I’m broken.”
“And you were in herewhy?” he asked again.
“Because I thought if I could smell you on your pillow…”
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
Magnus had never heard anything quite so erotic in his life. The fact that this woman wanted to use him to get off… he didn’t give a fuck if she merely liked the way he smelled.
“You’re not broken, Ava.”
“How do you know?” she blurted, looking his way again. “Maybe I am.”
“I could prove it to you right now if you’d like me to.”
Her eyes went saucer-wide, and there was a slight tremble in her softly spoken, “What?”
Magnus didn’t move. He didn’t shift even an inch as he held her gaze. “I could make you come. With my fingers or my mouth,” he clarified.
Her eyebrows slammed down.
“I’m not talkin’ about sex, Ava. I’m not expectin’ anything from you. But I’ll gladly make you come if you want me to. Just say the word.”
***
Ava could not believe they were havingthis conversation.
Hell, she couldn’t believe she hadn’t launched out of the bed and run out of the house screaming.
She’d never been more mortified than she was when she realized Magnus had caught her in his bed. The only reason she was still here was because … well, because he was Magnus. He was her friend, her confidant. He’d helped her through the most painful times of her life—losing Tabitha in the fire and Harrison’s attempt to kill her. Sure, she liked to think that she’d helped him through some rough times, too. Like after his parents and his sister died. Ava had been there for him the same way he was there for her. She had held his hand at the funeral because he was the only person who truly understood the magnitude of her loss, although his was infinitely worse. She’d only been a kid at the time, but so had he.
They’d been friends through the years, and though she was gone for a few when she moved out of Embers Ridge, Ava came back as soon as she was old enough to drive. She’d visited a few times when she could borrow the car, helping out with the kennels just to spend some extra time with him. Then she’d come straight here after graduation because she’d wanted to see the smile on his face when she told him.
Ava had never expected anything more from Magnus, and she knew the same was true in reverse. They’d been friends, nothing more. Magnus had always been her one true anchor in the storm. He was the only person in the world she trusted implicitly. She knew he would never hurt her. He would never ask for anything she wasn’t willing to give.
And here he was, offering to give her an orgasm. Herfirstorgasm. It was both humiliating and intensely arousing to think about.
Just say the word.
