"What all did he tell you?"
"That you devirginized a virgin," Beth answers. "And that you like her."
"Goddamn it, Drew, you have such a big fucking mouth," I say. "The virgin thing was between you and me. And I don't like her."
"It's so sweet, Colt," she says.
I groan. "That's awesome, Beth," I say. "I'm glad you think my sex life is sweet. Take me off speaker, Drew."
"I love you too, Colt," Beth calls.
"Tell me why I still talk to either of you," I say.
"You're stuck with me," Drew says. "And Beth –"
"She's practically your conjoined twin."
"You should have asked me, Colt," Beth says. "I could have given you the girl's perspective on the whole devirginizing thing, since Drew took mine."
"I'm not talking to you about how my brother deflowered you," I say. "And I don't have a thing for Cassie. We're friends. And she's tutoring me. And if either of you say anything to mom, you're dead. I mean it."
"Mom already mentioned it to me," Drew says.
"How does mom know I fucked Cassie?"
"She just said you were hooking up with a girl she met," Drew tells me. "She didn't say anything about fucking, thank God. I don't want to talk to mom about you fucking your girlfriend."
"She's not his girlfriend, Drew," Beth prods.
"She's not my girlfriend."
"But you want her to be your girlfriend," Beth says.
"I thought you were leaving the room, Beth."
"Don't get on him about it, Beth," Drew warns. "He's sensitive. He has feelings now."
"Fuck both of you guys."
"Wait, wait!" Beth exclaims. "For real, how long have I known you? Since we were in first grade?"
"Yeah, unfortunately."
"So, I can't remember you ever being so preoccupied with a girl."
"I'm not preoccupied."
"He's preoccupied with her vagina," Drew clarifies, and I hear Beth slap him.
"I'm getting off the phone now," I say loudly.
"Colt!" Beth yells. "Wait, for real."
I exhale heavily. "What?"
"I knew you had it in you," she says.
Drew laughs. "He's trying to put it in the girl," he says.
"Shut up, Drew," Beth shouts. "I'm being serious here, for real. I always knew that if you found a girl you really liked, the whole player thing would go out the window."
"No one's talking about finding a girl I like or about ditching the whole player thing," I protest. "I'm twenty-one. And I'll go pro next year. Everything's going to change. I'm not in a relationship. I'm going to be a ba-jillionaire and fuck a thousand models in my big-ass mansion on top of my piles of money."
"Don't be a jackass," Beth says.
"You two are the jackasses hassling me about a girlfriend," I protest.
I'm edgy and irritable at Beth's suggestion that I've somehow fallen for Cassie. Just because she's the only girl I want to sleep with doesn't mean this is going to last forever.
"I'm just saying that you're soft on her," Beth says. "That's not a bad thing. You're a good guy at heart, Colton. You just don't want to admit it."
"I'm hanging up now."
30
Cassie
"Another A."
I jump at the sound of Colton's voice behind me, my heart skipping more than a few beats. "Shit, Colton," I breathe, whirling around and slapping him hard on the chest. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack? I almost dropped my groceries."
"I'm trying to collect my reward for hard work," he says, lifting bags from my hands. I turn around and manage to put the key in the apartment door before he grips my hip with one hand and pulls me against his cock for emphasis.
As if I weren't already clear on what he meant by reward.
"Cut it out! Someone is going to see you," I hiss, even though when I look around I can see clearly that the hallway is deserted. I swat Colton's hands off my hips, but he doesn't let go, spinning me around the second we get through the door and pressing me hard up against the wall. My body responds immediately to him, the way it always does, my breath hitching in my throat and warmth coursing through me, radiating to my core.
"Reward me, Teach," he whispers, his breath warm against my ear. He kisses me just under my earlobe — the most sensitive place on my neck – and his teeth drag across my skin as he kisses his way lower.
"Were you just sitting outside my apartment in the dark waiting for me, you creep?" I ask, hardly able to get the question out as he runs his hands over my breasts.
"Maybe I was. With binoculars," he adds. His hand runs up the inside of my thigh and straight to its destination between my legs. "Where are you coming back from in this little skirt? You have a little bit of a Catholic schoolgirl thing going on in this outfit, you know."