“What did you do with Veronica last night?” I asked looking up at him with wide eyes. I needed to know. Even if the answer was yes, I needed to know what he’d done.
“Nothing.” He growled. “Last night we did nothing, but that doesn’t mean that I couldn’t have.”
“You didn’t have sex with her?” I felt inextricably pleased.
“No.”
“What about oral?”
“No.” He scoffed, his eyes never leave mine.
“Did you kiss her?”
“I didn’t touch her,” he replied. “Why do you care?”
“I was just curious.”
“What’s going on with you and Nick?”
“Nick Campbell?”
“Yeah, he looked awfully friendly at the beach.”
“He just got back into town, so nothing is going on.” I shrugged, deliberately evasive. I had no interest in Nick, but I didn’t want Jeff to think he didn’t have any competition. Stella seemed to think that Jeff was jealous of Nick and that it was best for him to think that Nick had a chance with me.
“So, you decided to send me a photo tonight for fun?” His fingers slipped to the front of my panties and ran along the top line, touching my stomach.
“Yes.” I nodded, my legs trembling slightly at his touch.
“That’s not like you.” He cocked his head to the side.
“How would you know?”
“We can’t have sex, Betsy,” he muttered under his breath. “Nolan is my best friend. He would kill me if he even knew I was here.”
“Who said I wanted to have sex with you?” I pressed my mouth against his lips and kissed him lightly before pulling back. His breathing grew deeper and he growled.
“So, what do you want?” His eyes narrowed.
“What do you want?” I asked him. In my fantasies, this went one way and one way only. I asked him what he wanted, and he said me and only me for the rest of our lives.
“What do I want?” He studied me for a few seconds. “You don’t want to know.”
“I do, that’s why I asked.”
“I want to bend you over and suck on your clit until you come on my face and then I want you to ride me, like I’m a frigging race horse until I come, and then I want to shower and go home.” He almost spit the words out and I shivered. “I bet that’s not what you expected to hear. I told you, you can’t handle me, Betsy.”
“What does that mean?”
“You’re not the sort of girl who can handle casual sex.”
“First of all, I’m not a girl, I’m a woman, and of course I can.” I turned away and started walking toward my bedroom. I was nervous and excited and annoyed and, if I was honest, I was a little disappointed.
“Where are you going?” Jeff called after me, not moving from his position.
“Where do you think?” I said and then, feeling braver than ever, I lifted off my T-shirt and dropped it on the ground. I looked back at him and gave him a coy smile. “You can join me or you can leave. Your choice,” I said and then strolled as slowly and casually as I could, swinging my hips as I walked away from him.
“Fucking hell,” Jeff muttered, and then he said something I couldn’t understand. I made my way into my room and waited to see what was going to happen next. It only took a few seconds for Jeff to walk into the room. I felt him behind me, but I didn’t turn around. I was slightly nervous to show him my naked breasts. “Betsy.” He grabbed my hand and turned me around and groaned as he stared at my breasts. “Damn.” He reached his hands out and his fingers played with my already hard nipples. He took in a deep breath and groaned. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“I won’t tell if you won’t tell,” I said in a hushed tone, loving the feel of his rough warm hands on my skin.
“You won’t tell Jules?” He looked skeptical.
“Not if you don’t want me to.” It was only a small lie. Of course, I would tell Jules, but I would make her pinky swear to not tell Nolan, which I knew was what Jeff was more scared about.
“I’m not the sort of guy you should be with.” He groaned as he palmed my breasts and then leaned forward and took a nipple in his mouth. His lips felt warm as he sucked and nibbled and my panties grew even wetter. I reached down into his hair and played with his silky tresses. He suddenly pulled away from me, and I moaned. “Betsy, how did we get here? One week ago, I was in your cupcake store, and we were talking about your nanna and her new haircut and now …” He groaned as I reached up to touch his chest.
“Take your uniform off,” I said. I wanted to do it myself, but I was nervous I would damage it.
“Betsy.” His eyes searched mine. “Are you sure?”
“We’re just going to have some fun.” I took a step closer to the bed. “Let’s practice our kissing to make sure we’re both in tip-top condition for the bet.”
“You want us to practice kissing?” His eyes narrowed at me.
“Yes.” I smiled at him. “I want us to practice kissing.”
“With my uniform off.”
“Yes.”
“Okay.”
He pulled his uniform off quickly. Before I knew it, he was standing in front of me with just his briefs on. I stared at his chest and ran my fingers across his nipples. He pulled me into him and pulled my hair back so that my neck was exposed to him. He started kissing my neck, and I ran my hands up his back.
“We leave our underwear on,” he said as he looked into my eyes. “No sex.”
“Fine by me,” I replied, feeling his huge bulge pressed against my stomach, wondering
