Um . . . The latter.
Whitney
Just to confirm. YOU LET HIM GO DOWN ON YOU?!
Me
Yes. And then we kind of ran the rest of the bases. A few times, actually. It was a full day tournament kind of situation. I’m not sure I can walk.
Wander
HELL YES. Oh my freaking God yes!
Whitney
And was it good?!
Me
I’m a mature enough person to admit that he is quite skilled in the bedroom. It was excellent.
Wander
Are you ready to admit it?
Me
Admit what?
Wander
That book boyfriends exist.
Me
I had good sex. Let’s not get crazy and go off saying things like that.
“Is it an emergency?” Ryan asked as he snuggled up against my back and nuzzled his scruff against my shoulder.
I hid my phone under my pillow before he could read the group chat messages. “Just the girls.”
He chuckled against my skin. “Has the committee deemed me worthy of you yet?”
“Jury’s still out,” I murmured into the pillow.
Ryan slid his hand up my hip and waist, then cupped my breast under the covers. “I can be very persuasive.”
I let out a happy little hum. “As long as I’m the only one you’re trying to convince.”
He left a line of kisses up and down the back of my neck. “It’s only ever been you. Ever since I saw you with a case of pineapple seltzers and a drug store vibrator.”
“Aaaaaand the sweet morning moment is busted,” I said as I tried to wiggle out of his arms, but Ryan was stronger.
“I’m not teasing you, Autumn. I mean it.”
I froze. “Did you just call me by my name?”
“That’s usually what names are for.”
