Page 78 of On the Breakaway

“What the hell are we talking about?” Liam asks, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face.

“The sex life of my dreams,” Sloane sighs wistfully.

“Fuck no.” Wyatt covers his ears. “There’s no way in hell I want to hear about my little sister’s sex life.” He grabs a beer, then rushes out of the kitchen.

I’d normally do the same, but I’m frozen in place, my mind back in the bar bathroom.

Avery is spread out on the counter, her mouth falling open as I push my fingers inside her. She’s looking at me through the mirror with flushed cheeks and blown pupils, trying to pretend she isn’t unraveling for me.

Keep your eyes on the mirror, Chaos. I want the image of me making you come to haunt you.

Heat crawls up my spine. The image of her coming was sure as fuck haunting me.

I’d left the bar, gone home, and rubbed one out in the shower. And then again, in bed with her panties wrapped around my hand like some kind of creep.

At this point, my cock gets hard just from looking at a bathroom counter.

The best orgasm of her life.

At least, that’s what she told her friends. That had to be about me.

And then she’s here, sauntering into the kitchen like she owns the place.

“What are we talking about?” She asks, dropping a bottle of liquor onto the counter.

“Apparently, your mind-blowing orgasms,” Liam smirks.

Avery’s brows furrow, so Wesley adds, “Sloane idolizes your sex life.”

Liam stands up fully, his face amused as he teases her, “Some guy is the best of your life, and you’re not going to give him a round two?”

Avery’s eyes go wide, shooting Wesley and Sloane a furious look, before her gaze locks on mine. Her blue eyes are frozen in pure panic, and she swallows hard.

Oh yeah, she was one hundred percent talking about me.

The corner of my mouth tilts up in a smirk, my ego swelling to new levels.

Her eyes narrow, and she spins back to our friends. “Yeah, it was fine, but the second time wouldn’t be nearly as good. The guy has the personality of a rock.”

My jaw ticks, grip tightening on my beer. Two can play this game.

“What made it so amazing?” I ask, plastering an innocent grin on my face.

“Yeah, maybe I need to take notes.” Liam pops a slider into his mouth.

Avery smiles. “Trust me, Liam. After kissing you, I can confidently say you don’t need to take notes.”

Her hand lands on his forearm, and he grins down at her as if I needed to be reminded that she made out with him.

“Wait, you two?” Sloane asks, something I can’t read flickering in her eyes.

“New Year’s Kiss,” Liam says as if that means the kiss doesn’t even count.

Which technically it doesn’t, but tell that to the knot in my stomach.

“It was a really good kiss, though,” Avery reinforces.

Brat.