Be My Hero(39)

"What'd he think?" Ten's incredulous voice snorted. "The guy had sex for  the first time. She could've been the lousiest lay on earth; if he  came, he liked it!"

"She wasn't lousy." Hamilton sounded offended, which made me smile. It  was nice to hear a guy defend a girl instead of trash talking her to his  friends.

"Oh, yeah?" Ten sounded intrigued. "She climb on top of you and take control or let you think you were in charge?"

"Hey, easy. Lay off the kid," Pick scolded. "He doesn't have to give details."

"What the hell ever. I want to know everything. When, where, how long, which positions. How many times you made her come."

"I don't-" Quinn started, only to cut himself off abruptly.

"Well, spit it out," Ten demanded. "Don't leave us hanging now. You didn't what?"

I could almost feel poor Quinn blushing from all the way inside the  house. His voice was more of a mumble when he finally admitted, "I don't  know if I actually made her . . . I mean, how do you know?"

Silence greeted his question. Finally, Ten said in a scandalized, horrified kind of voice, "You didn't make her come?"

More silence. Then, "I don't know."

"Trust me, Ham. You'd know," Gamble said.

"But . . . how?"

Ten snickered. "Did she scream your name, claw your back, chant,  'ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod, harder faster. Right there, Quinn. Fuuuuuuck  me!'"         

     



 

"Which is proof the ladies obvious fake it with you," Mason said dryly.

"Hey, fuck you, man. How do you know when it happens then, oh great and mighty Lowe, king of all sex gods?"

"You can feel it," Mason shot back. "That sweet little muscle contracts  around your junk right about the time her eyes roll into her back of her  head and her back arches up and her thighs clamp around you."

I gagged a little, not wanting to think about him-or Reese-in that way.  Startled by my reaction, Skylar broke away from my nipple and seemed  confused. I was so busy trying to help her latch back on, I almost  missed it when Pick answered, "He's right. You can definitely feel it  milking your dick."

Immediately, I went hot all over, imagining him that way. With me. God .  . . I thought it was the pregnancy hormones that made me horny for him.  But I wasn't pregnant anymore, so I should've been over this by now.

"Yep," Gamble added with a single affirmative as the conversation continued.

Ten snorted. "Whatever. You can't feel that shit."

"Maybe you're not big enough to feel it then." Mason snickered.

"Oh, look who's bragging about his size today?" Ten sounded suddenly put out.

As if to save him from feeling deficient, Quinn quickly said, "I don't  think she came, then. How do I-" Once again, he cut himself off, but  everyone, me included, knew exactly what he was asking.

"Sounds like you need to put your tongue to work." Pick's suggestion  made me realize I'd grown wet. How freaking embarrassing. Just his voice  and the word tongue aroused me.

"Huh?" Quinn was obviously confused.

Pick clarified. "You. Need. To. Lick. Her."

"Lick her?"

"Oh my God." I envisioned Pick spinning to glance incredulously at the  other three guys with his hands in the air. "Is he serious?"

"He was sheltered," Ten explained. "Raised by his grandma."

"Oh . . . well, then. Hell yeah, lick that girl. Behind the ear, down  the neck, between the breasts, all over her nipples, right up in her  pussy, down her-"

"Right up in her . . . what?"

I slapped my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing aloud over Quinn's horrified tone.

"Especially there," Gamble added, and I found myself nodding in agreement.

Right behind my ears, down my neck, and all over my breasts were already  burning as if they'd just physically experienced Pick's verbal assault.  But between my legs burned the hottest; it could handle Pick's tongue  quite nicely.

"Spreading jelly on it and licking that off works well, too."

I grimaced. Oh, no, no, no. That was something I never wanted to know  about Mason. Eww. I hoped to God he wasn't talking about something he'd  done with Reese. I'd never be able to eat a PB&J from our kitchen  again.

"Damn, Lowe. Getting creative over there."

"I'm definitely going to have to try that on Aspen."

I slapped my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing aloud. Wow. I had  no idea guys actually had these kinds of discussions with each other.

"So, you seriously lick . . . there? And she doesn't mind?"

"Mind? Why would she mind? Chicks fucking love that shit. I get requests  for it all the time. Ten, baby, it's your turn to go down on me  tonight."

"But-"

"Sounds like you still need to learn the parts of a woman," Pick said.  "Next time you guys are together, don't be afraid to explore. She won't  mind. If you're touching, licking, kissing, and nibbling on every little  place you go, she'll actually appreciate it. Trust me. Get down there  at eye level with everything and just . . . look around. Test it out  with your tongue. She'll let you know what she does and doesn't like."

"Loudly," Noel added.

I sighed a little, wishing I'd met Pick years ago. He sounded like a  very considerate, thorough lover. I doubt he'd even let me zone out and  try to escape to my safe, numb place. I bet he'd be able to show me what  good, pure, honest sex was supposed to be like.

Regret burned my throat because I'd never had that, never enjoyed an intimate moment with a guy.

"I'd listen to Pick. The man knows what he's talking about."

"What the hell?" Pick answered. "Did I just get a compliment from Ten? Are you okay? Oh shit, are you dying?"

"Shut up."

Pick's chuckle warmed me from the inside out, just as Gamble spoke up.  "Shh. Woman alert. Lowe's old lady is walking up the drive."

The men instantly settled down. A few seconds later, Mason called, "Hey,  Sweet Pea." I could picture him snagging her around the waist and  pulling her down onto his lap.

"Been grocery shopping, huh?" Ten asked. "Run out of jelly again?"         

     



 

My mouth fell open, hoping to God Reese had no clue what he meant. But  when she said, "What is he talking about?" a little too sharply, I just  knew she'd caught on and was sending Mason the evil eye for sharing too  much with his friends.

He must've put on the perfect innocent face, because after he answered,  "I have no idea," Reese dropped the subject. I envisioned her popping  off his lap with a refreshed smile and carrying her bags of groceries  toward the back door. "Where's Eva?" she asked, and yep, her voice  sounded a lot closer to where the door was.

"Haven't seen her yet this morning," Mason answered. "She must still be  in bed. I know I would be. I swear that baby was up every hour."

I rolled my eyes. It'd been every two hours, not one. That had been the recommended feeding schedule the nurses had given me.

"Why don't you go see if she's up yet?" Pick said. "And drag her out here. I haven't had my Tinker Bell fix for the day yet."

I instantly smiled. He wanted to see me. That was so-

I bit my lip to kill the grin. Bad Eva. I had to stop thinking about him  this way, even though his wife was like a sister to him and he'd only  married her for insurance purposes. This was the worst time for me to  develop honest feelings for a guy. I had baggage, issues, and trouble  stamped all over me. And despite how obvious it was that Pick didn't  mind wading through that kind of crap for a woman since he'd married an  ex-crack whore just to help her out, I still didn't want to pile any of  my crap on him.

He was too amazing to deal with the likes of me.

"Sure. I'll check on her," Reese was telling him. "Hey, are you guys staying for lunch? I could make Mason fire up the grill."

"Say what?" Mason started while Ten hooted. "Free food? Hell, yes. Count me in."

"Thanks, but my family's going to pick me up soon," Gamble said, to  which Reese answered, "They can stay too. We'll make a party of it. The  more, the merrier."

"Well, okay then. Count me in, too."

"I could eat," Quinn added.

"And I'm not letting you say no, Mr. Ryan. After the way you saved my E., I'd feed you every day for the rest of my life."

"I actually can't stay long. Saturday is always my morning with my kid. I'm already missing out on some daddy time."

"Okay, no problem," Reese said, but she didn't sound convinced.

"I still want to see Eva and Skylar before I go, though," he called just as I heard the back door to the garage open.

Since Skylar was done eating, I climbed off the bed and carried her toward the kitchen, burping her as I went.

"There you are!" Reese cheered as I strolled into the room. She set two  overflowing bags on the table before turning to me and snatching Skylar  from my arms. "I was just coming to check on you."