The Revenge Pact (Kings of Football, #1)(62)

“I’ve seen your face when you come. I wonder what mine looks like. Does this mean I need to have sex in front of a mirror? Could do the video thing, but that always seems to come back and bite people in the ass.” My heart beats double-time. “Have you ever wondered what my O-face looks like?” It’s official. My filter has gone kaput.

“No” is dragged from him.

“Did your eye just tick?”

“No.”

A sudden urge to see his face hits me. Explains the FaceTime impulse. “Send me a picture of you.” I pause. “Just your face. No dick, please.”

“Like I would!” he growls.

I chuckle, feeling a sense of rightness. Man, I love getting him riled up. “Guess we should limit our talk to books and sunrises. Sad.”

“I didn’t say that. We can discuss more. Hang on…” I hear him moving around, then a photo comes through. He’s propped up against his headboard, sans shirt, the rippling muscles of his upper body on display. There’s barely any hair on his chest, and his nipples are a dusky color. His hair is wet and slicked back, his face shaven, his eyes lowered as he shields his gaze. A smirk is on his lips.

“Did you use the mango body wash?”

“Are you writing a book?”

“No, but question, since you said we can discuss more things, who was your first?” I stare up at my ceiling but barely notice anything. I want to know everything about him, and I don’t know why.

Or do I?

He huffs. “Has anyone ever told you you’re a very single-minded person?”

“I’m determined, yes. Now stop trying to change the topic and give me the scoop.”

He lets out a husky laugh. “Her name was Jenny. I was a freshman in high school, and she was a senior. A cheerleader. She wanted to toy with the star wide receiver and I wanted to pop my cherry. It happened on a dirt road during the middle of the day. May, I think.”

“Sounds super romantic. Was it good?” My hands grip the phone. I want to smack Jenny in the face wherever she is right now.

“We were in her car, a convertible Mustang. The top was down, it was hot as hell outside, and I lasted for ten—okay, five seconds. She laughed and we did it again.” He pauses, his voice lowering. “And again.”

“Are you thinking about her right now?”

“No,” he says breathily.

I swallow thickly. “You’re thinking about someone. Who?”

Silence greets me as his breathing changes, the sound of more rustling…

Heat flashes over my skin as my hand draws a line down my chest to my navel. “What are you doing?” I ask.

“Nothing.”

“Who were you thinking about, River?”

Still no reply, just the sound of his breathing.

My eyes flutter. I’ve jumped into the deep end, and I don’t know how to swim. I clear my throat. “What would you want a girl to do? To turn you on?”

“You’re pushing boundaries, Anastasia. Do we need another rule in our revenge thing?”

I ignore that. “I’ve only been with two guys, Bryson and Donovan. Truth? I dated Donovan for four months before we went all the way. We were friends long before we became lovers. So—I need assistance, and you said you’d help. I think tips should be involved in that.”

“Four months?” He sounds incredulous. “You spent the night with him several times, early on.”

“Hmmm, didn’t know you were counting. Doesn’t mean we had sex.”

“What did you do in his room?”

I laugh. “Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” I say carefully. “We talked a lot about why we want to go to law school. We watched TV and studied together, I guess, got to know each other. We hung out with the brothers. We partied together. Sounds lame, but it’s the usual college hangout stuff.”

“You’ve barely spent any time with me.”

Nerves fly at me, and I realize I’m clutching my phone. “Sometimes it only takes one sunrise to know someone.”

“Hmmm.”

“What of it?”

“Nothing,” he mutters.

“No.”

“No?” I hear amusement.

“Yeah, no,” I say.

“Huh. You just say no and I’m supposed to give in?”

“Snake, I won’t let you push me around—”

“Jesus, Rainbow. I’m not—”

I smile at the Rainbow but tuck it away for later as I interrupt him. “You want to clam up on me. Admit it. Why does it matter if we haven’t spent time together? You never let me.”

“I see your point. Let’s move on.”

“Fine, but as you can see, obviously, I need a guide for my revenge—”

He lets out another gusty exhalation, and I smile. He’s riled up again.

“You could share your vast experience…” I add.

“Hold up. First, quantity doesn’t mean quality. I don’t recommend following in my footsteps. It’s empty and doesn’t make you happy. Sex is better when it’s with someone you have feelings for.”

“You had feelings for all those sorority girls you banged at the Kappa house?”