Speakeasy (True North #5)(38)

I take it anyway. “I’m changing the setting so my texts don’t show up on the lock screen.”

“Why?”

“’Cause you don’t want my texts showing up on the lock screen.” I give her a dirty smile.

“Oh. Hmm,” she says, sitting up and reaching for her bra. “You know, sneaking over here was harder than I thought. My family would give me a hard time about this.”

I snort. “I’m sure they would. What did you tell them?” I ask this as my fingers walk across her smooth waist, exploring the roots of the apple tree. I can’t stop touching May.

“Tonight you’re Selena from the law school.”

“I’m…who?”

She turns around and lies down beside me again, wearing nothing but lingerie. “I told them I was hanging out with Selena from law school. She doesn’t exist. I haven’t lied so boldly since Tommy Sullivan brought me home an hour past my curfew in eleventh grade, and I said it was because he had a flat tire.”

Laughing, I lean over and kiss her neck. I can’t stop putting my mouth on her, either. “So Selena, huh? Am I a hot chick, at least? In this scenario are you and Selena dating?”

“Maybe? I didn’t give them details. I guess I’d prefer for them to think that Selena and I were watching movies and braiding each other’s hair. Though with me, you never know. My family might assume we’re having kinky lesbian sex.”

“Rawwrr. Some of my favorite movies go like that.” Now I’m playing with May’s long hair. It’s so soft against my fingers. “Tell me about this Selena. Is she a hottie?”

May snorts. “Who’s fantasy is this, anyway? If it’s yours, I guess Selena has a sixteen inch waist and triple D cups.”

That makes me laugh, because all good jokes are based in the truth. “Fine. It’s not my fantasy, it’s yours. Who’s your Selena? Weave the tale.”

“Well…” May considers the question. “She’s a friend first. Wait—she’s my roommate. I seem to have a roommate kink.”

“Yeah?”

“Definitely. It’s an intimacy thing. First we learn how to enjoy each other’s company. We’re each other’s port in the storm, you know? Our friendship is based on gossip and late-night snacking.”

“Snacking on…each other?”

May slaps my arm. “You said this was my fantasy. So be patient.”

“Fine.” I kiss her shoulder while I wait for the next bit.

May shivers. “That is distracting.”

“Keep talking. I want to hear how your Selena goes from roommate to hot lesbian lovin’.”

“Of course you do. Okay—we live in a small space, and nudity sometimes happens. I already realize that I’d like to climb in to bed with her. But she’s a straight girl and doesn’t get it, until she finds herself admiring me after a shower.”

“A shower you took together?” I tease, just to be a pain.

May just ignores me. “Her gaze lingers more and more often as time passes. And then one day we’re laughing about something and she kisses me.”

“Yessssss.” I whistle.

“And it’s my big chance, so I really go for it. I show her how good it feels to kiss another girl. There’s no beard burn, for one. She’s nervous but she likes it when I unbutton her shirt and play with her breasts.”

Annnnnd I’m hard again. “You’re killing me right now.”

“You asked me to.”

“I know. Keep going.”

She props herself up on an elbow. “This is why you like me, right? Admit it—you’re just perving on my lesbian sex life.”

“Is that so wrong?”

May gives me an evil grin. “So… We’re kissing, and I’m touching her breasts with soft hands. She likes to kiss with a lot of tongue…”

I close my eyes, the image killing me.

“And then…I stop.”

“What?” My eyes fly open.

“I give her one last kiss on the cheek, and then leave her wanting more. I hug her and tell her not to be afraid of experimentation. And then I tuck her into bed. Alone.” I wait as May’s grin gets wider.

“Really?” I protest. “You’re gonna end this thing on a cliffhanger?”

“Okay—fine. It ends like this instead. I make her some homemade hot chocolate in the mug I gave her for Christmas. Because we’re friends first, no matter how turned on I am by her.”

“That is not a finale!” I groan. “A cup of hot chocolate? I’m all boned up and that’s all I get?”

“Well, there are marshmallows in the chocolate.” She smirks.

“Gawd, I hate you.”

May leans down and kisses me on the cheek. “I’m going now. Unless you want some hot chocolate.”

“Next time.” We smile at each other like a couple of idiots. “Give me your phone one more time.”

“Why?” She hands it over.

“I’m changing my name to Selena.” We both laugh, and then I get up and walk her to the door.





Chapter Thirteen