On Dublin Street The Bonus Material - Samantha Young Page 0,36

practice?”

“Practice.”

The word, the meaning, seemed to bounce between them and visions Nate really wished he could shut out swam in his head and every single one of them involved his cock buried inside Liv.

And there was no denying his cock was very, very interested in burying itself inside Olivia Holloway.

Fuck.

“Nate—”

“How much have you had to drink?” Before he even contemplated thinking about this, weighing the risks etc, he needed to know she wasn’t pissing about.

“I’ve only had a few whiskies,’ she insisted. And she did look and sound sober. Nervous but sober. God, it took guts to ask him this. “I’m not drunk. Look, I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable. I didn’t mean to. We can—”

He reached up and pressed a finger to her trembling mouth to shut her up. “You are one of my closest friends. I don’t want to do anything that might ruin that.”

“If I promised it wouldn’t, would you think about it? I just… I want to feel like I know what I’m doing. If I do, I feel like I’d be able to approach Benjamin with confidence knowing that if he said yes to a date and afterward, if the date went there, it wouldn’t be this traumatic, nerve wracking thing for me. I trust you, Nate. And it wouldn’t exactly be a hardship.”

Nate barely saw the smile she gave him. He was too busy trying to tell himself he wasn’t pissed off that she pretty much wanted to use him to seduce another bloke. “So let’s get this straight,” he blurted out before he could stop himself. “You want me to fuck you in order to teach you how to fuck another guy?”

“You make it sound so sordid.”

Nate sighed. She sounded so forlorn and unsure that all his pissiness melted away. She was asking for his help because she trusted him. That wasn’t something to be pissed off about it. In fact he should feel fucking honored. And he realized he did. But now was not the time to discuss it. She needed to really think about it properly. And so did he. Nate pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Go to bed, babe. If you still feel the same way in the morning, ask me again.”

“It was hard enough asking you the first time,” she muttered as she unlocked the main entrance door.

He smiled. Fuck she was cute. He leaned toward her, resting a hand on her lush hip and he whispered in her ear, “It was brave, Liv.”

The grateful smile she shot over her shoulder at him made him want to push that skirt up and—

Christ.

He pulled back. “Dutch courage or real courage, I guess we’ll find out tomorrow.” And then he left before he did something he shouldn’t.

As he wandered out of the lane where her flat was and up hill toward Heriot Row hoping to see a taxi, Nate had no plans whatsoever to call the blonde. Instead his head, heart and body were all messed up. His head told him to let Liv down gently. But his heart rebelled against that because he’d do anything for her and he knew that her lack of sexual confidence had already held her back from living her life to the fullest. As for his body… well obviously all the blood in his body started shooting straight between his legs at the mere thought of getting Olivia naked and under him. Or riding him. Or on her knees. Against the wall. On the couch—Fuck!!!!!

When he got home he climbed into the shower and lived every possible sexual position with Liv in his mind with his hand wrapped around his cock. Feeling only marginally satisfied Nate dropped into bed and stared up at his ceiling in the dark.

Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea.

If Olivia really wanted this, then maybe they could make it work.

She had a massive crush on this Benjamin guy after all.

She just had to promise that she wouldn’t fall for Nate while he guided her to sexual confidence.

And as for Nate well he could separate sex from his emotions and get this insistent attraction for his best friend out of his system.

They could do this.

Aye, if anyone could it was him and Liv.

Nate sighed and turned over to try and find some sleep. He ignored that feeling in his gut, the one he’d had earlier in the night while waiting for Liv to arrive at the bar. Anticipation.

His last thought as he drifted off was that he’d be really