All the Wright Moves, page 8
Holy fuck. What a load of shit.
And she’d not only gone along with it; she’d practically been eager. Her body had responded like a fucking instrument as I plucked the chords. The sounds of her coming had been the chorus to a beautiful fucking song.
I still had the smell of her on my fingers. The sound of her orgasm in my ears. The heat of her skin against my palm.
Fucking fuck, fuck. I was screwed. How did I come back from this?
I palmed my erection through the material of my sweatpants. I’d thrown them on with loose boxers when I got home. Big mistake. I was hard as a rock, and she would have to be blind to not have seen it. Fuck. God, I needed to do something about this. A cold shower. Yes, that was what I needed.
I burst into the bathroom, cursing myself for giving her the room with the en suite bathroom. I had to slink back down the hall and inside. Luckily, I didn’t run into her before I got inside, turned the water on, and shucked off my clothes.
My body was still hyped from getting her off. I couldn’t get her out of my head. The way she’d responded so easily to all my commands. The first touch of me slicking my way through her folds. How she’d already been wet just from me touching her.
I groaned. “Fuck it.”
I switched the water to boiling, and when it was ready, I got inside and let the hot water cascade down my back. I was utterly fucked. I was never going to be able to get her out of my system. I’d thought it was bad when she was crawling around on the ground, talking about sucking cock. Now that I’d gotten her to come, there was no hope.
“Fucking fuck.”
With a sigh of relief, I palmed my cock in my hand. I shouldn’t jack off. I didn’t deserve to feel anything after this. I needed to escape her. And yet I couldn’t. I was already regretting that I was washing the smell of her from my hand.
I wasn’t gentle as I jerked my cock up and down. I tugged on it forcefully, achingly. I wanted the torment as I imagined what it would feel like if this was her pussy instead of my hand. God, even if it was just her wet mouth around me.
She’d mentioned sucking cock. I could fill her right up, grab her hair, thrust into her mouth like I owned it. I could own her. Every inch of her. Every hole. It was a torment to even think about how she’d react to taking my cock in her mouth.
I slammed a hand against the shower wall, feeling the first prick of orgasm up my spine. I was close. Of course I was fucking close. I’d never come in my pants, just from fingering her.
But if it were her pussy. Dear fucking God. She’d been so fucking tight. So fucking wet. I could spread her lips and sink inch after inch into her, take what I wanted so badly.
I came in long spurts to the image of her coming on my fingers. I coated the glossy white shower wall with my come until I was fully spent. Then, I bent forward at the waist, breathing harshly.
“Fuck,” I groaned again.
I was fucked.
After a few minutes of recovery, I cleaned up my mess, turned off the shower, and threw a towel low around my hips. I didn’t even bother drying off. I needed to get back to the safety of my room so that I could escape the image of her. I didn’t trust myself to not demand more from her.
I cracked the bathroom door open at the same moment her bedroom door opened. She made a small squeak as her eyes widened, dragging down my mostly naked and soaking wet body. Her nostrils flared, and her grip tightened on the doorknob.
“I was…just getting some water,” she said.
She’d also taken a shower. Her makeup was gone, and her long blonde bob had darkened to brown and dragged past her collarbone from the water. She’d changed into a blue tank top and sleeping pants. A rivulet of water ran down between her chest, pooling between her breasts. I watched the water, jealous of its trajectory.
“Did you need anything?” she asked me.
I clenched my jaw. I couldn’t tell her what I needed from her. Because what I wanted, she wasn’t ready to give. And I shouldn’t have even taken what I had.
“I’m good,” I lied.
She nodded. “Okay then.” She took a few steps down the hall. A few steps closer to me.
I still hadn’t moved. I didn’t trust myself to move.
Then, she smiled a small, shy thing at me. “Good night, West. Sweet dreams.”
Oh, I was going to have dreams. But they weren’t going to be anything but sweet torture.
“Night, Snickers.”
She disappeared into the kitchen, and I hurried back to my room, closing the door for the night on all of my temptations, just a few feet away.
Part III
Fine Line
13
Nora
Weston fucking Wright had fingerbanged me in the living room in the name of science.
Nothing made sense anymore.
It was a few days later, and still, it was all I could think about. Not Annie and Jordan’s wedding, which was only two weeks away. Or the Locke-King wedding that I was planning for next month. Not anything at all while I was in my office at Wright Vineyard, trying against all hope to be productive.
Except all I could think about was the sensation of his fucking fingers on my clit. The way he’d made me come harder than I ever had with my own fingers. And he hadn’t even taken my panties off.
All those years of assuming I couldn’t come, of being expressly told that I probably couldn’t, and he’d done it in a matter of minutes. My brain was in a fog from it.
I’d faked getting my glass of water so that I could see him again. And then I was the one salivating over the fact that he was in nothing but a towel around his hips. Shirtless and dripping wet, and suddenly, I was the one who was wet again. While he seemed completely unaffected by what had happened one room over.
I got my water and lay in bed, wondering what the fuck had just happened. And what I was supposed to do with the knowledge that my roommate could finger-fuck an orgasm out of me like it was his job. What would it be like with his cock? Which was only two rooms away.
It had been nearly impossible to sleep.
Then, the next morning, he’d acted as if nothing had changed. I’d had to play along despite getting way less sleep than necessary and having to book it to Starbucks to survive the rest of the day.
This was the point where I wished I had my best friend to work out what to do from here. But of course, Tamara was the problem, not the solution.
A knock on my office door pulled me from my thoughts.
“Come in.”
And to my surprise, Eve Houston opened the door. “Hey, Nora.”
I stood in surprise. “Hey, Eve.”
Even though Eve was only a year older than me, I always felt so young in her presence. As if she was so much more worldly than I’d ever be. I didn’t know if it was because I’d only had one boyfriend and she’d dated beyond my wildest dreams. Or if it was her self-confident poise, the assured tilt to her chin, the knowledge in those emerald-green eyes.
“Mind if I come in?”
“Of course.” I gestured to the seat in front of me. “Feel free.”
She slid inside, pacing into the room in tattered black jeans and a slinky black silk top. She dropped unceremoniously into the chair and crossed her feet, revealing the platform Doc Martens. She swept her long black hair over her shoulder and pursed her lips. “I hope this is an okay time.”
“Totally fine. I was just…” I trailed off as I stared at my blank screen. Nothing. I’d been doing nothing. “What can I help you with? Do you have an upcoming event?”
Eve laughed softly. “Uh, no. I’m not a big planner. And, yeah, no weddings forthcoming.” She twirled an emerald band on her right ring finger. “It’s not about that.”
“Okay?” I couldn’t help it coming out as a question.
Eve and I both played on The Tacos soccer team. She’d replaced August as one of our forwards, and objectively, she was better than he was. So, I saw her every week on the pitch and when I hung out with Piper and Blaire, but we’d never had a one-on-one. If I was honest, I’d always been a little intimidated by her.
“So…you live with Weston Wright, right?”
My stomach dropped out of my body. Fear replaced anything else I’d been feeling prior. Was she…into West? Because if that was the case, I was utterly fucked. There was no way I could compete with someone like Eve Houston.
“Uh, yeah. Yeah, we’re roommates.”
“He’s pretty cool, right?”
I nodded mutely. My hands clenched into fists in my lap. Fuck, this was going to suck. “Yep.”
“He’s here for good? I mean…his brother and sister moved here and everything.”
I gulped. “Uh, yeah. As far as I know. Harley is at Tech on scholarship, and Whitt followed her here. But, yeah, West came first.” I tried for a small laugh. “Are you wanting to date West?”
Eve tilted her head to the side and looked at me. I clearly did not manage casual. Even to myself, my voice had come out strained.
“Uh, no. That wasn’t what I was asking at all. Though did I miss that y’all are dating?” she asked carefully.
“No!” I said quickly. “Uh, no. We’re not dating.”
Eve arched an eyebrow. “That was a bit defensive, eh? You’re going to have to try that a couple more times before someone believes you. Trust me. Neutral expressions and responses are better when you have a secret. This is a secret, isn’t it?”
I sighed and hung my head. “Yeah, it is.”
“I see. And y’all are…sleeping together?”
My head jerked up. “No,” I said quickly. Then, I winced, realizing I’d sounded defensive again. “God, I do sound terrible, don’t I?”
Eve laughed. “It’s cute. Honestly. You sound like someone who has never had to lie a day in her life.”
I flushed. “I never have.”
“Must be nice,” Eve muttered under her breath. “You look like you’re going to combust. What’s really going on with you two?”
And I did feel like I was going to burst. I had no one to talk to about this. I was way out of my depth. My brothers definitely could not know. Which meant Blaire and Piper were off-limits. And their friends, too, because I didn’t trust any of them to keep a secret. But I no longer had a best friend, and it wasn’t like I could tell my dad. What a disaster that would be.
Eve was here. She knew how to keep a secret. In fact, she’d come here to talk to me. For…some reason.
“You first,” I said carefully. Even though I wanted nothing more than to blather on about my own angst. Maybe she’d be more willing to keep my secret if I knew one of hers.
“Ah,” Eve said with a sigh. “Fair enough. I was actually here to ask about Whitton.”
“Whitt?” I asked in surprise.
Eve smiled, and it wasn’t her sharp smile that I’d seen her turn on guys. It was almost shy. “He’s hot. We met at Campbell’s birthday party. But he’s new, and he doesn’t run in any of my circles. The only person I know who knows him is…you.”
“You want me to hook you up with Whitt?”
She laughed. “Oh no. I think I can do most of it on my own. I was just hoping for insider trading info, if you know what I mean.” She winked at me.
“Uh, honestly, I only know what West has told me.”
“No place where I could accidentally run into him again?”
“He’s coming to Annie and Jordan’s wedding. I bet you could talk to him there.”
She wrinkled her nose. “So many people.”
“I mean, I’m sure he’d be into you. What guy wouldn’t be into you?”
Eve laughed hoarsely. “You’re sweet. But plenty.”
I had doubts. If I were a little more inclined to women, I totally would date her. She was gorgeous.
“Well, that’ll have to be good enough. Thank you. Now, spill. You and Weston?”
“Okay, but don’t tell anyone, please. My brothers cannot find out.”
“My lips are sealed.”
I took a deep breath and then released it slowly before divulging the whole messy thing. From our early flirtation, him coming home from LA, the coaching session, to him fingering me in the living room. My face heated as I admitted all of it.
Eve’s eyes were wide. “I’m sorry. He got you off that easily, and you didn’t bang him?”
I laughed. “Uh, no. No, I did not.”
“He didn’t even try to push you into sex? Not even a blow job?”
“No, he proved his point and went to take a shower, as if he was utterly unaffected.”
Eve straightened. “A shower, you say?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, sweet summer child,” she said with a laugh. “Boy had to get away from you or else he was going to combust. That’s the only reason he took that shower. I refuse to believe any other explanation. No one is that righteous.”
“You think?”
She nodded emphatically. “Take it from someone who knows. He wants you, and all you have to do is let him know that you want him, too.”
“What if he doesn’t?” I asked in a small voice.
“Wipe that from your mind. There’s no room for doubt. And anyway, it’s not like you have to marry the guy.”
“That’s true.” I laughed.
She was right. For all I knew, West was going to be in LA for a lot longer than the next week or so. His job was in LA, just like Campbell’s was. How much more time was I going to have with him?
“Plus, he gave you the playbook.”
I blinked at her. “What do you mean?”
“He taught you all the things that guys like, right? He showed you how to flirt and what to talk about and how to carry on a conversation. He picked out your outfits and your drinks and made you come. He taught you seduction tactics, and the only way he knows them is because they work on him. It’s what he likes.”
“But it was just…universal information.”
“No, it was from one guy about what he knows works. He knows this because from his experience, it has worked on him.”
I rocked back in my chair. I’d never thought about it that way. He’d been teaching me how to get a guy, but specifically, it was how to get him. “Which means…I can use those tactics on him.”
Eve grinned, and it was the sharp smile that meant she’d won. “Exactly. No guy is going to say no to a girl coming on to him. You can make him crawl for you.”
14
Weston
“It’ll only be a week,” Campbell said for the tenth time since we’d gotten on the plane back to LA.
“You don’t have to convince me. Convince your wife.”
Blaire had been less than pleased that we were already going back to LA after only being in Lubbock for such a short period of time. We were supposed to have a few months off. The band would be gone for a promotional tour and then an actual international tour for the new album. I didn’t quite know where I fit in for all of it, but I’d recorded the whole damn thing, so I wasn’t backing out now.
“It’s one more song,” Campbell grumbled.
We were headed straight to the studio to practice the new song with the rest of the band. I’d had to tell Nora this morning that I was heading out. She had known all along that I was going back to LA, but even I hadn’t expected it to be this soon. It had only been a couple days since I’d gotten her off in the living room. I should have said something about it. But fuck, what could I have said?
I shouldn’t have done it. I didn’t fucking regret it. But if I was going to survive having her as my roommate, then I absolutely could not talk about it. Because talking about it would make it happen again.
I didn’t trust myself enough for it not to happen.
And if I didn’t want to end up with her bent over the kitchen counter with my cock buried inside of her, I needed to stay away. The real problem was that I did want that. I really wanted that.
When Campbell had mentioned flying into LA immediately to get this song out of his head, I’d practically jumped at the chance. Maybe some distance, however brief, would help.
Campbell sighed as he stared down at his phone. “I should have brought Blaire with me.”
“Probably,” I agreed.
“I mean…we’ve been trying…” He trailed off.
My eyebrows rose. “Fuck, man. Seriously?”
Campbell shot me a sheepish look. “Yeah. We want to get pregnant right away. I want a kid with her so bad, man. And well, she’s fertile this week. Like, what are the fucking chances?”
I shrugged. I wanted kids. I knew that unprotected sex got you children. But I hadn’t ever considered more than that. Definitely not fertility windows. “Why didn’t you bring her?”
“She said she had Blaire Blush stuff planned.”
Blaire was the owner of her own wellness blog. Over the holidays, she’d been on the Today show, talking about her advice column and wellness programs. She’d gone on a speaking tour for a few weeks after that, out there promoting her work. Her company had bloomed after her affiliation with Campbell, and we all loved to see how much success she had.
“Unfortunate. But fuck, I’m so happy for you, man. You’re trying to have a kid. That’s so adult of you.”
Campbell snorted. “Yeah. Sometimes, I think, what the hell do I know about being a parent? My childhood was just two adults constantly yelling at each other.”
“Yeah, but you’re not your parents. You and Blaire love each other. You’ll make great parents.”
He smiled down at his phone. “Thanks, West.”
I nodded at him. “It’s the truth.”
The car pulled up in front of the production studio headquarters, and we were ushered inside. Waiting for us outside of the studio was none other than the Cosmere manager, Bobby Rogers.
He held his arms out and smiled fondly at Campbell. “You’re back! Good to see you, kid.”
Campbell groaned. “Stop calling me kid, Bobby.”
Bobby clapped him on the shoulder. “Always good to have the talent back in the building.”
And she’d not only gone along with it; she’d practically been eager. Her body had responded like a fucking instrument as I plucked the chords. The sounds of her coming had been the chorus to a beautiful fucking song.
I still had the smell of her on my fingers. The sound of her orgasm in my ears. The heat of her skin against my palm.
Fucking fuck, fuck. I was screwed. How did I come back from this?
I palmed my erection through the material of my sweatpants. I’d thrown them on with loose boxers when I got home. Big mistake. I was hard as a rock, and she would have to be blind to not have seen it. Fuck. God, I needed to do something about this. A cold shower. Yes, that was what I needed.
I burst into the bathroom, cursing myself for giving her the room with the en suite bathroom. I had to slink back down the hall and inside. Luckily, I didn’t run into her before I got inside, turned the water on, and shucked off my clothes.
My body was still hyped from getting her off. I couldn’t get her out of my head. The way she’d responded so easily to all my commands. The first touch of me slicking my way through her folds. How she’d already been wet just from me touching her.
I groaned. “Fuck it.”
I switched the water to boiling, and when it was ready, I got inside and let the hot water cascade down my back. I was utterly fucked. I was never going to be able to get her out of my system. I’d thought it was bad when she was crawling around on the ground, talking about sucking cock. Now that I’d gotten her to come, there was no hope.
“Fucking fuck.”
With a sigh of relief, I palmed my cock in my hand. I shouldn’t jack off. I didn’t deserve to feel anything after this. I needed to escape her. And yet I couldn’t. I was already regretting that I was washing the smell of her from my hand.
I wasn’t gentle as I jerked my cock up and down. I tugged on it forcefully, achingly. I wanted the torment as I imagined what it would feel like if this was her pussy instead of my hand. God, even if it was just her wet mouth around me.
She’d mentioned sucking cock. I could fill her right up, grab her hair, thrust into her mouth like I owned it. I could own her. Every inch of her. Every hole. It was a torment to even think about how she’d react to taking my cock in her mouth.
I slammed a hand against the shower wall, feeling the first prick of orgasm up my spine. I was close. Of course I was fucking close. I’d never come in my pants, just from fingering her.
But if it were her pussy. Dear fucking God. She’d been so fucking tight. So fucking wet. I could spread her lips and sink inch after inch into her, take what I wanted so badly.
I came in long spurts to the image of her coming on my fingers. I coated the glossy white shower wall with my come until I was fully spent. Then, I bent forward at the waist, breathing harshly.
“Fuck,” I groaned again.
I was fucked.
After a few minutes of recovery, I cleaned up my mess, turned off the shower, and threw a towel low around my hips. I didn’t even bother drying off. I needed to get back to the safety of my room so that I could escape the image of her. I didn’t trust myself to not demand more from her.
I cracked the bathroom door open at the same moment her bedroom door opened. She made a small squeak as her eyes widened, dragging down my mostly naked and soaking wet body. Her nostrils flared, and her grip tightened on the doorknob.
“I was…just getting some water,” she said.
She’d also taken a shower. Her makeup was gone, and her long blonde bob had darkened to brown and dragged past her collarbone from the water. She’d changed into a blue tank top and sleeping pants. A rivulet of water ran down between her chest, pooling between her breasts. I watched the water, jealous of its trajectory.
“Did you need anything?” she asked me.
I clenched my jaw. I couldn’t tell her what I needed from her. Because what I wanted, she wasn’t ready to give. And I shouldn’t have even taken what I had.
“I’m good,” I lied.
She nodded. “Okay then.” She took a few steps down the hall. A few steps closer to me.
I still hadn’t moved. I didn’t trust myself to move.
Then, she smiled a small, shy thing at me. “Good night, West. Sweet dreams.”
Oh, I was going to have dreams. But they weren’t going to be anything but sweet torture.
“Night, Snickers.”
She disappeared into the kitchen, and I hurried back to my room, closing the door for the night on all of my temptations, just a few feet away.
Part III
Fine Line
13
Nora
Weston fucking Wright had fingerbanged me in the living room in the name of science.
Nothing made sense anymore.
It was a few days later, and still, it was all I could think about. Not Annie and Jordan’s wedding, which was only two weeks away. Or the Locke-King wedding that I was planning for next month. Not anything at all while I was in my office at Wright Vineyard, trying against all hope to be productive.
Except all I could think about was the sensation of his fucking fingers on my clit. The way he’d made me come harder than I ever had with my own fingers. And he hadn’t even taken my panties off.
All those years of assuming I couldn’t come, of being expressly told that I probably couldn’t, and he’d done it in a matter of minutes. My brain was in a fog from it.
I’d faked getting my glass of water so that I could see him again. And then I was the one salivating over the fact that he was in nothing but a towel around his hips. Shirtless and dripping wet, and suddenly, I was the one who was wet again. While he seemed completely unaffected by what had happened one room over.
I got my water and lay in bed, wondering what the fuck had just happened. And what I was supposed to do with the knowledge that my roommate could finger-fuck an orgasm out of me like it was his job. What would it be like with his cock? Which was only two rooms away.
It had been nearly impossible to sleep.
Then, the next morning, he’d acted as if nothing had changed. I’d had to play along despite getting way less sleep than necessary and having to book it to Starbucks to survive the rest of the day.
This was the point where I wished I had my best friend to work out what to do from here. But of course, Tamara was the problem, not the solution.
A knock on my office door pulled me from my thoughts.
“Come in.”
And to my surprise, Eve Houston opened the door. “Hey, Nora.”
I stood in surprise. “Hey, Eve.”
Even though Eve was only a year older than me, I always felt so young in her presence. As if she was so much more worldly than I’d ever be. I didn’t know if it was because I’d only had one boyfriend and she’d dated beyond my wildest dreams. Or if it was her self-confident poise, the assured tilt to her chin, the knowledge in those emerald-green eyes.
“Mind if I come in?”
“Of course.” I gestured to the seat in front of me. “Feel free.”
She slid inside, pacing into the room in tattered black jeans and a slinky black silk top. She dropped unceremoniously into the chair and crossed her feet, revealing the platform Doc Martens. She swept her long black hair over her shoulder and pursed her lips. “I hope this is an okay time.”
“Totally fine. I was just…” I trailed off as I stared at my blank screen. Nothing. I’d been doing nothing. “What can I help you with? Do you have an upcoming event?”
Eve laughed softly. “Uh, no. I’m not a big planner. And, yeah, no weddings forthcoming.” She twirled an emerald band on her right ring finger. “It’s not about that.”
“Okay?” I couldn’t help it coming out as a question.
Eve and I both played on The Tacos soccer team. She’d replaced August as one of our forwards, and objectively, she was better than he was. So, I saw her every week on the pitch and when I hung out with Piper and Blaire, but we’d never had a one-on-one. If I was honest, I’d always been a little intimidated by her.
“So…you live with Weston Wright, right?”
My stomach dropped out of my body. Fear replaced anything else I’d been feeling prior. Was she…into West? Because if that was the case, I was utterly fucked. There was no way I could compete with someone like Eve Houston.
“Uh, yeah. Yeah, we’re roommates.”
“He’s pretty cool, right?”
I nodded mutely. My hands clenched into fists in my lap. Fuck, this was going to suck. “Yep.”
“He’s here for good? I mean…his brother and sister moved here and everything.”
I gulped. “Uh, yeah. As far as I know. Harley is at Tech on scholarship, and Whitt followed her here. But, yeah, West came first.” I tried for a small laugh. “Are you wanting to date West?”
Eve tilted her head to the side and looked at me. I clearly did not manage casual. Even to myself, my voice had come out strained.
“Uh, no. That wasn’t what I was asking at all. Though did I miss that y’all are dating?” she asked carefully.
“No!” I said quickly. “Uh, no. We’re not dating.”
Eve arched an eyebrow. “That was a bit defensive, eh? You’re going to have to try that a couple more times before someone believes you. Trust me. Neutral expressions and responses are better when you have a secret. This is a secret, isn’t it?”
I sighed and hung my head. “Yeah, it is.”
“I see. And y’all are…sleeping together?”
My head jerked up. “No,” I said quickly. Then, I winced, realizing I’d sounded defensive again. “God, I do sound terrible, don’t I?”
Eve laughed. “It’s cute. Honestly. You sound like someone who has never had to lie a day in her life.”
I flushed. “I never have.”
“Must be nice,” Eve muttered under her breath. “You look like you’re going to combust. What’s really going on with you two?”
And I did feel like I was going to burst. I had no one to talk to about this. I was way out of my depth. My brothers definitely could not know. Which meant Blaire and Piper were off-limits. And their friends, too, because I didn’t trust any of them to keep a secret. But I no longer had a best friend, and it wasn’t like I could tell my dad. What a disaster that would be.
Eve was here. She knew how to keep a secret. In fact, she’d come here to talk to me. For…some reason.
“You first,” I said carefully. Even though I wanted nothing more than to blather on about my own angst. Maybe she’d be more willing to keep my secret if I knew one of hers.
“Ah,” Eve said with a sigh. “Fair enough. I was actually here to ask about Whitton.”
“Whitt?” I asked in surprise.
Eve smiled, and it wasn’t her sharp smile that I’d seen her turn on guys. It was almost shy. “He’s hot. We met at Campbell’s birthday party. But he’s new, and he doesn’t run in any of my circles. The only person I know who knows him is…you.”
“You want me to hook you up with Whitt?”
She laughed. “Oh no. I think I can do most of it on my own. I was just hoping for insider trading info, if you know what I mean.” She winked at me.
“Uh, honestly, I only know what West has told me.”
“No place where I could accidentally run into him again?”
“He’s coming to Annie and Jordan’s wedding. I bet you could talk to him there.”
She wrinkled her nose. “So many people.”
“I mean, I’m sure he’d be into you. What guy wouldn’t be into you?”
Eve laughed hoarsely. “You’re sweet. But plenty.”
I had doubts. If I were a little more inclined to women, I totally would date her. She was gorgeous.
“Well, that’ll have to be good enough. Thank you. Now, spill. You and Weston?”
“Okay, but don’t tell anyone, please. My brothers cannot find out.”
“My lips are sealed.”
I took a deep breath and then released it slowly before divulging the whole messy thing. From our early flirtation, him coming home from LA, the coaching session, to him fingering me in the living room. My face heated as I admitted all of it.
Eve’s eyes were wide. “I’m sorry. He got you off that easily, and you didn’t bang him?”
I laughed. “Uh, no. No, I did not.”
“He didn’t even try to push you into sex? Not even a blow job?”
“No, he proved his point and went to take a shower, as if he was utterly unaffected.”
Eve straightened. “A shower, you say?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, sweet summer child,” she said with a laugh. “Boy had to get away from you or else he was going to combust. That’s the only reason he took that shower. I refuse to believe any other explanation. No one is that righteous.”
“You think?”
She nodded emphatically. “Take it from someone who knows. He wants you, and all you have to do is let him know that you want him, too.”
“What if he doesn’t?” I asked in a small voice.
“Wipe that from your mind. There’s no room for doubt. And anyway, it’s not like you have to marry the guy.”
“That’s true.” I laughed.
She was right. For all I knew, West was going to be in LA for a lot longer than the next week or so. His job was in LA, just like Campbell’s was. How much more time was I going to have with him?
“Plus, he gave you the playbook.”
I blinked at her. “What do you mean?”
“He taught you all the things that guys like, right? He showed you how to flirt and what to talk about and how to carry on a conversation. He picked out your outfits and your drinks and made you come. He taught you seduction tactics, and the only way he knows them is because they work on him. It’s what he likes.”
“But it was just…universal information.”
“No, it was from one guy about what he knows works. He knows this because from his experience, it has worked on him.”
I rocked back in my chair. I’d never thought about it that way. He’d been teaching me how to get a guy, but specifically, it was how to get him. “Which means…I can use those tactics on him.”
Eve grinned, and it was the sharp smile that meant she’d won. “Exactly. No guy is going to say no to a girl coming on to him. You can make him crawl for you.”
14
Weston
“It’ll only be a week,” Campbell said for the tenth time since we’d gotten on the plane back to LA.
“You don’t have to convince me. Convince your wife.”
Blaire had been less than pleased that we were already going back to LA after only being in Lubbock for such a short period of time. We were supposed to have a few months off. The band would be gone for a promotional tour and then an actual international tour for the new album. I didn’t quite know where I fit in for all of it, but I’d recorded the whole damn thing, so I wasn’t backing out now.
“It’s one more song,” Campbell grumbled.
We were headed straight to the studio to practice the new song with the rest of the band. I’d had to tell Nora this morning that I was heading out. She had known all along that I was going back to LA, but even I hadn’t expected it to be this soon. It had only been a couple days since I’d gotten her off in the living room. I should have said something about it. But fuck, what could I have said?
I shouldn’t have done it. I didn’t fucking regret it. But if I was going to survive having her as my roommate, then I absolutely could not talk about it. Because talking about it would make it happen again.
I didn’t trust myself enough for it not to happen.
And if I didn’t want to end up with her bent over the kitchen counter with my cock buried inside of her, I needed to stay away. The real problem was that I did want that. I really wanted that.
When Campbell had mentioned flying into LA immediately to get this song out of his head, I’d practically jumped at the chance. Maybe some distance, however brief, would help.
Campbell sighed as he stared down at his phone. “I should have brought Blaire with me.”
“Probably,” I agreed.
“I mean…we’ve been trying…” He trailed off.
My eyebrows rose. “Fuck, man. Seriously?”
Campbell shot me a sheepish look. “Yeah. We want to get pregnant right away. I want a kid with her so bad, man. And well, she’s fertile this week. Like, what are the fucking chances?”
I shrugged. I wanted kids. I knew that unprotected sex got you children. But I hadn’t ever considered more than that. Definitely not fertility windows. “Why didn’t you bring her?”
“She said she had Blaire Blush stuff planned.”
Blaire was the owner of her own wellness blog. Over the holidays, she’d been on the Today show, talking about her advice column and wellness programs. She’d gone on a speaking tour for a few weeks after that, out there promoting her work. Her company had bloomed after her affiliation with Campbell, and we all loved to see how much success she had.
“Unfortunate. But fuck, I’m so happy for you, man. You’re trying to have a kid. That’s so adult of you.”
Campbell snorted. “Yeah. Sometimes, I think, what the hell do I know about being a parent? My childhood was just two adults constantly yelling at each other.”
“Yeah, but you’re not your parents. You and Blaire love each other. You’ll make great parents.”
He smiled down at his phone. “Thanks, West.”
I nodded at him. “It’s the truth.”
The car pulled up in front of the production studio headquarters, and we were ushered inside. Waiting for us outside of the studio was none other than the Cosmere manager, Bobby Rogers.
He held his arms out and smiled fondly at Campbell. “You’re back! Good to see you, kid.”
Campbell groaned. “Stop calling me kid, Bobby.”
Bobby clapped him on the shoulder. “Always good to have the talent back in the building.”
