She frowns. “I’m not freaking out,” she says, her voice pitchy.
“Clearly.”
Her frown turns into a scowl. My attempt at a joke failed miserably. She opens and closes her mouth a few times but never says a word.
She closes her eyes and shakes her head. “Sorry, I guess I just need a minute.”
“That’s okay. You don’t have to apologize for that.”
When she opens her eyes, she zeroes between my legs. I’m still rock-hard, and it’s obvious. “And um, I don’t know if I can help you with that. Sorry if you assumed that I should, um, do that for you because of what you did for me…”
All the muscles in my torso tense at what she’s saying.
“Becca, hold on.” I have to pause around the bitter taste in my mouth before saying more. “First of all, stop apologizing. And second, we need to get something straight. I’m not assuming or expecting anything. You don’t need to do a single thing for me. Ever. I wasn’t thinking that or assuming that or expecting that.”
When she blinks, she looks the slightest bit relieved, which makes my body go cold. Jesus, does she think she owes me sex or something just because she had an orgasm with me? What would make her think that? Did the guys she date in the past put that fucked-up idea in her head? Was her ex like that?
Fury and repulsion sitting in the pit of my stomach like a boulder, I swallow back the feeling and refocus on her.
But she speaks before I can say anything.
“I need to close up.” When she crosses her hands over her chest, my shoulders sink. She’s closing herself off to me. I should leave and give her space.
“Of course. I’ll take off.” I quickly grab my phone and tripod. I send the video to her and walk out the door, that boulder burning a hole in my stomach the rest of the night.
Chapter12
Becca
“Ihave no idea what got into me. I can’t believe I did that.”
As soon as I finish talking, I take a long sip from the margarita Tori whipped up for me, then I look over at her sitting on the far end of my couch. Her eyes are wide, and her jaw is on the floor. I cough. Wow. I don’t think I’ve ever rendered my best friend speechless before.
She finally blinks and closes her mouth. Then she shuts her eyes and shakes her head. “Okay, wait. I need a moment to process what you just told me.”
She leans over and grabs the bottle of tequila from my coffee table and downs a shot.
“But what about your drink?” I motion to the margarita in her hand.
She shakes her head as she swallows. “Nope. I need something stronger. Three nights ago you and Gage made out in the ice cream shop, and then you rubbed yourself all over him until you came.”
My face heats. “Yup.”
A second later, Tori bursts out laughing so hard, the couch shakes.
“You think this is funny?”
Tori leans over and grabs my hand. “I’m not laughing at you, Bec. I swear. I’m just shocked,” she says while trying to catch her breath. She stops laughing. “It’s so out of character for you to do something like that. But it’s also fucking awesome. So fucking awesome.”
When I don’t say anything, Tori sits up and looks me straight in the eye. “Bec. Do you realize what a legend you are? You got to make out with Gage Grant, the TikTok hottie. He made you come. Gage Fucking Grant gave you an orgasm.”
Hot goosebumps flash across my arms at the memory of what Gage and I did the other night. It doesn’t matter how many times I think about it—my body always reacts the same way. That dip in my stomach, that kick in my heartbeat, that hitch in my breath, the way my skin feels like it’s on fire. My body has committed to memory those insanely sexy minutes I spent kissing and touching and grinding on him.
“You got to make out with the guy that millions of people lust after. The TikTok hottie that millions of people fantasize about gave you an orgasm.”
Her eyes go wide as she says “orgasm.”
“Okay, yeah, it was super hot,” I say quickly. “But it was so out of character of me to do that.”
