Down and Dirty (Hot Jocks #5)(37)

“Fair, fair.” Bailey nods.

“But you’ve done, like, other stuff, right?” Becca’s tone is one of genuine concern.

“Don’t worry. He’s a virgin, not a prude. And the fact that he hasn’t officially done the deed means he’s really good at, ahem, other stuff.” I break out the air quotes, which gets a laugh.

“Cheers to that.” Bailey tips her bottle toward me. “You’re going to rock that boy’s world.”

“Don’t I know it,” I mumble, my mind wandering toward the surprise I have waiting for him in my bedside drawer. I really freaking hope he comes home with me tonight.

Sara sighs, leaning back in her chair. “I remember my first time. Senior year of high school on the couch in Christian Simmons’s basement. He finished in about five seconds and then had the audacity to ask if I came.”

Becca laughs so hard, she snorts. “If you have to ask, you already know the answer, buddy.”

“At least you had a couch to work with,” Bailey says. “My first time was in the back of my college boyfriend’s car. His roommate was a total hermit and never left their dorm, so we had to get creative. I’m almost positive my statistics professor saw us.”

“You didn’t drive off campus?” Sara asks.

Bailey shakes her head. “Nope. Right on campus, and in broad daylight. What can I say? We were young, dumb, and horny.”

Elise holds her hands up, palms out. “No awkward first-time stories from me. I’ve only been with Justin.”

“You guys are so cute, it’s borderline disgusting,” Bailey says with a playful eye roll. “What about you, Aubree? How was your first time?”

“I hardly remember. That was freshman year of college. Over ten years ago.” I visibly cringe at that number. Ten freaking years. Damn, I feel old. “Can we talk about something else, please?”

“Okay, new subject,” Elise says, shifting in her seat. “Has anyone here taken a guy’s V-card before?”

“Oh my God, that’s the same subject!” I throw my arms up, spilling a bit of my beer.

“No, it’s not. It’s totally different!” Elise’s gaze flicks toward the sliding glass door. The guys have moved from the kitchen to the couch to watch the last few minutes of the game. “Well? Have any of you?”

Becca, Sara, and I all shake our heads, but Bailey is silent on the subject, grinning sheepishly from behind her beer.

Suspicious, I squint at her. “Bailey?”

“I’ve, uh . . . slept with three.”

“Damn!” Becca laughs, breaking into a slow clap.

I lift my bottle and clink it with Bailey’s. “I didn’t know I was friends with the virgin-whisperer. Teach me your ways, oh wise one.”

She drains what’s left of her beer, setting it on the glass table before launching into a full-on TED Talk on the subject. “First of all, don’t expect him to last very long. So, load up on foreplay if you want to get off. Which, like, of course you do. But for the most part, it’s not going to be about you. It’s about making it special and meaningful for him. Especially since he’s waited for so long.”

“Don’t worry too much, okay?” Sara gives my arm a squeeze. “It’s going to be fine. And then the second time, it’s going to be, like, infinitely better.”

Our conversation is interrupted by loud, enthusiastic cheers from inside, accompanied by the sound of someone being thumped on the back. The basketball game must be over, and from the sound of it, it ended well.

“Maybe we should head in,” I say, tilting my head toward the sliding glass door. “It’s getting chilly out here.”

“Okay, but I just have one more question,” Becca says, drumming her fingers against the bottle in her hand. “What’s this about Owen losing at laser tag to a six-year-old?”

I smile, remembering what Landon said about Justin’s best man speech. “Don’t worry. I think you’ll hear all about it at your wedding.”

As we filter inside, the good-byes begin, and it isn’t long before I feel a muscular arm sliding around my waist.

Landon’s blue eyes darken as they lock with mine. “Any plans for the rest of the evening?” His voice is a low growl, and it lights a fire in my belly.

“I think I’m looking at them,” I murmur, running my thumb along the hem of his worn Hawks tee. “My place?”

His keys jingle as he snatches them from his back pocket. “Meet you there.”

“Deal.”

Maybe Landon will get his world rocked sooner than I expected.

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Back at my apartment, we head straight for the bedroom, tumbling onto my duvet as we crash into each other. His mouth finds mine in one hungry kiss after another, his tongue intertwining with mine in confident strokes.

I moan against his lips, dragging my nails down the muscular terrain of his back. Within moments, he’s pulling his shirt over his head, discarding it on the floor before making quick work of mine.

His chest is so delicious that I actually sigh into his next kiss. My fingertips explore his wide pec muscles before trailing lower over the defined grooves etched into his abs. I press one hand against his jeans, enjoying the eager kick behind his zipper. Maybe it’s time to show him the surprise I have in store.