I shook my head dismissively. “You have a pussy. I have a cock. I am not talking to you about where my cock is going.”
“That’s a bit sexist,” she spat, and her eyes narrowed. “Why am I any different from Duke?”
I moved in close, until my mouth was hovering over her ear. I felt her shiver at the proximity, and the alcohol that swam through us both made all inhibitions dissolve. “I don’t think about having sex with Duke, and he certainly hasn’t got a pussy that entices me.”
I dropped my lips to the skin just below her ear before pulling away. Her eyes were hooded, and she was looking at me with her mouth agape. I had rendered her speechless. Everything I said was true, but I knew it was unlikely she’d remember it the next day.
“Well, no one has ever told me that my pussy entices them before,” she whispered. “I didn’t think friends spoke to friends like that.”
“You were the one that brought up fucking,” I said, stating the obvious.
A smirk touched her lips, and she rested her head on my shoulder. “Touché. But just so you know, I am totally going to win this bet.”
Christ.
MY HEAD WAS SCREAMING at me, my mouth felt like a desert, and I wanted to do nothing but sleep the day away. Last night was weird. Really weird. Dinner was beautiful, the company was fun, dancing rocked, but Josh was weird.
What the hell did he mean with the whole pussy enticing him comment? Exactly how much did we both have to drink last night? All that talk of pussy, cock, and fucking was insane. There was no way that I would suddenly entice him after almost five years. There had been months, years even, that we were both single, and not once did he show any interest in me. And believe me, I would have let my pussy entice him on more than one occasion. But now we were friends, and that was how it would stay. The only logical reason I could come up with was that he said it to shut me up and distract me from the awesome bet I came up with.
I stretched in bed, and my bones cracked to life. Today would be the last day in two weeks, maybe more, that I’d be waking up in my bed. In a matter of hours, I’d be wheeling my suitcase down the hall to Josh’s apartment and stepping into a land of unknown. The only guy I ever lived with for more than two days was Lachlan, and . . . well, we all know how that turned out. Josh was a different story, though. A very different story.
My phone bounced to life on the pillow beside me. With sleep-deprived eyes, I looked at Eden’s name flashing before me. Groaning loudly because it felt like I was using every ounce of energy I had, I swiped the screen to answer.
“I swear I’m dying.” I sighed dramatically, completely feeling sorry for myself.
“I feel like my head is going to explode off my shoulders,” she said, and moaned with exhaustion swamping her voice. “What the hell happened last night?”
“I’ll tell you what happened, you fucked me raw,” Ky said, gloating in the background.
“Eden, you little sex machine.” I laughed loudly.
“Oh my God, hang on, I’m going outside. I can’t stay in bed with Ky looking like he does. He gets this look about him after we’ve had sex all night, and I just want to destroy him.”
“Eden Rivers, I am shocked by this display of crazy sex,” I said and smiled as she giggled.
“What can I say? Ky Crawford unleashes craziness in me.”
I sat up in bed and tried to deal with the spinning in my head. My stomach growled as I placed my feet on the ground and stood on shaky legs. “I could inhale an iced coffee and bacon and eggs right now.”
“Let’s meet at the diner in an hour. I’ll call Tori to see where she is. I think she went home with Josh.” The excitement in her voice wasn’t lost on me.
Of course she did.
“See you in an hour,” I said.
After spending an exorbitant amount of time in the shower, I was now running late. I rushed around my room, desperately trying to make myself feel human again. All it took was a cute sundress, my white flip flops, and a spritz of my favorite perfume for me to feel halfway there. I locked the door behind me, and practically ran to the elevator to make it downstairs in time.
Even though I was running late, Eden and Tori were nowhere to be found. I crossed the diner that was packed to near capacity, waved to Josh’s Aunt Carole, and headed for our usual table in the back. Deciding to waste time on Facebook while I waited, I pulled my phone from my bag, and surprise slapped me in the face when I found Josh’s name splashed across the screen. But it was his words that rendered me speechless.
You owe me $20.
You have got to be kidding me. If I owed him twenty dollars that would mean he didn’t . . . there was no way he didn’t have sex. Josh and sex went together like chocolate and strawberries, like strippers and dollar bills—one thing always led to the other.
Me: Send me evidence right now.
Josh: Seriously?
Me: I don’t joke about $20
Josh: Fine. Picture message received.
With eager eyes, I observed the photo he sent. One of his bed, and the other of an empty trash can. Why the hell had he sent me a photo of his trash can?
Me: Trash can? I don’t get it.
Josh: No condom in there Ashy.
Oh my god.
Me: You are disgusting
Josh: And horny because I didn’t have sex.
I started to tap in a reply, just as I heard Eden and Tori coming. Upon lifting my gaze from the screen, I found them laughing and moving through the cafe. Eden looked surprisingly refreshed, considering she was meant to be suffering, not only an alcohol hangover, but also a sex hangover. Tori, however, was another story. She looked exhausted, like she had been up all night with little to no sleep. Josh’s message instantly hit me. Would he lie to me about something like that? I decided to continue playing this game and prod him further for information.
Me: Tori looks pretty exhausted for someone who didn’t have sex.
He replied immediately.
Josh: She didn’t have sex with me.
Eden and Tori slid in across from me. We ordered breakfast, and I got my much-needed iced coffee. As the caffeine hit my exhausted body, I felt myself starting to feel human again. Eden decided that she had a lot more to divulge about her night ravishing Ky, and when she was done, Tori took the cue and thought it was her turn to own up. I wasn’t sure why I was so set on the fact that she had sex with Josh. It was like I had a disgusting need to prove him wrong.
“So I can talk about Josh, right? Like you two won’t be freaked out?” she asked in a tone that was brimming with eagerness to share whatever she had on him.
“Don’t hold back on my account,” I replied with a shrug of my shoulders.
“Yay. Okay, so last night we were flirting pretty wildly. I’ve never met a man who could make me wet by just speaking. He asked me if I wanted to go back to his place and, of course, I said yes.”