Maybe I should remind him that our little bet is still very much intact.
Although his prize at the end is intercourse…not a BJ.
Dammit. I’m in a pickle. I wouldn’t be nearly as freaked out about this if I at least had some iota of how to make it good for him.
Reaching down, he cups my cheek. “Kit—”
The sound of his secret phone ringing cuts him off and he reaches for it. “I have to take this.”
I’ve barely rolled off him before he’s sprinting toward the bathroom.
I don’t know whether to feel grateful his mom just cockblocked us or upset.
I suppose I’ll go with grateful since it’s less draining.
Although, I’d be lying if I said him leaving the room whenever he talks to her didn’t hurt a little.
I know they’re working on their relationship, which is great. I just wish he’d at least introduce me to the woman.
According to Asher, I’m better off not meeting her. Evidently, she’s an uppity, money hungry bitch who only cares about keeping up with appearances.
Which I guess makes Preston’s motives for keeping her away from me easier to understand. He did once say he didn’t want her taking advantage of his rich wife.
But still, if she’s changing for the better—and I assume she is since she wants to work on her relationship with her son—I’d like to give her the benefit of the doubt and meet her.
I’m reaching for the glass of water on the nightstand when Preston comes back.
“I have to head out,” he tosses over his shoulder as he walks to his closet. “My mom’s having car trouble. She’s stuck on the side of the road a few towns over.”
“Oh.” I bolt up in bed. “Should I come with?”
I don’t know the extent of her car trouble, but an extra set of hands can’t hurt.
He quickly buttons his jeans and tosses a T-shirt over his head. “No.”
Before I can ask any more questions, he stalks out the door.
Only to come back a moment later.
His gaze lands on my mouth before he seizes my jaw and bends down to kiss me. The first brush of his tongue steals my breath. The second makes me want to beg him to stay.
All too soon, he’s pulling away. “I’ll be back later.” Shooting me a panty-dropping smile, he gives me another quick kiss. “We can pick up where we left off.”
Uh-oh.
That nervous feeling comes rushing back as I watch him leave.
Houston, we have a problem.
I nearly jump out of my skin when the doorbell rings.
It’s go time.
I eagerly rush to the front door and swing it open.
Juan and Breslin are standing on the other side of it…both have worried expressions on their faces.
Juan’s the first to speak. “Are you okay?”
“You said there was an emergency,” Breslin adds, looking behind me.
I quickly usher them inside. I don’t know how long Preston will be gone, so we don’t have tons of time. A few hours at most.
“I need your help.” I lead them through the foyer, past the kitchen, and finally, to the living room.
Their eyes go wide with shock and what I’m guessing is a whole lot of confusion.
Well, not so much Juan since he’s seen most of the lineup thanks to being a former employee at Pretty Kitties.
I gesture to the smorgasbord of cucumbers, carrots, bananas, dildos, strap-ons, and butt plugs I’ve laid out on a large table.
I wasn’t sure what they’d require for this, so I made sure to put out a little bit of everything. Kind of like a buffet.
“I need you to teach me how to give a blow job.”
The way I see it, they’re the perfect ones to do it. Juan because he’s a guy…and gay. And Breslin because…well, she has two to blow regularly.
Their responses are polar opposites.
Juan rolls up his sleeves, ready to get to work. “Let’s do this.”
Breslin takes a huge step back. “You know I’d do anything in the world for you, but this is a little…”
I get where she’s coming from. First, I’m storming over to her house demanding to kiss her and her fiancé…and now I’m asking her to teach me how to suck dick. Breslin is a reserved introvert by nature, so I’m sure this is a lot for her to take.
“I’m sorry, B. I know this is out of your comfort zone, but I really need you.”
She pinches the bridge of her nose. “Okay. I’ll do it.” Wincing, she looks around. “Is Preston home? Because that’s a deal breaker. Giving you some tips is one thing. Watching you use those tips on him is…” She shudders her disgust.
I wave a hand. “No worries. He’s out with his mom.”
Juan rubs his palms together. “Now that that’s settled, hold on tight. Master Juan is going to teach you everything you need to know and then some.” Master Juan runs his finger down the line of toys and produce. “First thing’s first. What exactly are we working with here?”
I’m puzzled because I figured he’d be the one telling me that. “I don’t know. Pick whatever you think is best.”
He places his hand over his heart. “My sweet summer child. I’m assuming you want to learn the art of fellatio so you can please that sexy husband of yours, right?”
I nod my head. “That’s the plan.”
“Then we should work with the closest representation of his actual cock.”
Breslin cringes, but it makes total sense to me.
After eyeing all the selections, there’s one clear choice. The biggest dildo at the end of the table. Truth be told, I’ve never used it before because it’s a little…intimidating.
“This one.”
Juan’s eyes go big. “Oh, honey. How’s your gag reflex?”
“Deeper,” Juan urges.
“Don’t forget to squeeze the balls from time to time,” Breslin instructs. “Especially when he comes.”
“But don’t squeeze too hard,” Juan adds. “Some guys are sensitive.”
Good Lord. This is a lot to remember.
“You have to take it deeper,” Breslin utters. “You’re barely past the tip.”
For fuck’s sake. I’m trying. It doesn’t help that my knees are killing me. I better learn how to get good at this because I refuse to be in this god-awful position for too long.
Reaching down, Juan strokes my cheek. “Relax your mouth, peaches. You’re all wound up.”
That’s because a mouth isn’t supposed to open this wide.
“You can try humming,” Breslin suggests. “Sometimes it helps loosen everything up.”
Humming “The Star-Spangled Banner”, I’m able to slide down a little more.
Breslin gives me a thumbs up. “There you go. That’s much better.”
“Good girl,” Juan praises.
I shoot him a dirty look.
He shrugs innocently. “What? You never know, he might say that in the heat of the moment.” He strokes my cheek again. “Okay, now I’m gonna tug your hair and Breslin’s gonna stand behind you and push down on your head until you choke. Try not to freak out.”