to tell me which one is the best in bed?” Rachel asked in that oh so blunt manner, eyebrows waggling. “Inquiring minds are dying to know.”
I didn’t slow down taking a bite of the Monte Cristo and just flipped her the bird. My session with Erin had been late today. I’d have had all of ten minutes in my last class, so I just texted the guys that Rachel and I were going to have some girl time and I’d see them at home. Three sessions in one week was not a good idea. Even if we hadn’t had one the week before.
My eyes were sore from the crying, and my nose was shiny. Thankfully, blunt-as-fuck across from me hadn’t made a single comment, other than to hand me a wet wipe to clean up with and some tissue. When I mentioned going to do something distracting, she went straight here. The little bistro in the strip mall made the best sandwiches, and they had one of my favorites.
Ensconced in a booth, I dug right in and loved every powdered sugar and melted swiss chess with turkey and ham minute of it. Rachel studied me, and I could almost see the wheels ticking behind her eyes.
“Can I guess?” The spark of laughter in her eyes softened the teasing comment.
“Does it require using knowledge gleaned from gossip from aforementioned bed partners?” I was rather proud of how I phrased that.
Rachel considered it a moment, then wrinkled her nose. “Fine. I’ll shut up. But I do reserve the right to bring it up again. You can tell me one thing though.”
“What’s that?” I snagged my drink.
“Did Archie take my tongue advice, and do any of the others need it?” Apparently, our girl’s night was going to double as embarrass the fuck out of me.
“I’ll tell you,” I began, enjoying her sudden grin, “if you tell me what Skylar thinks of your technique and does she reciprocate?”
Yep, that was me, fighting fire with fire.
Smile dimming a fraction, Rachel sighed. “Skylar and I broke up.”
I was officially an ass. “I’m sorry.”
She shrugged. “No biggie. She’s still gorgeous and that ass, but… Alas, it is what it is. I’m not ready for anything long-term anyway.” Though she made light of it, the look in her eyes went a little too far away.
“Do you need to talk about it?” Not want. Need. Something Erin had brought up like four times now. I listened. No one ever wanted to talk about their problems. Wanted implied some kind of desire. Need, however, was an entirely different kind of beast. I needed to talk about mine. I’d needed to for a long, long time.
Course every time we scraped crap off the top, it was like a pressure cooker, it freed it up for more to bubble to the surface. I shoved all that away for a moment. This wasn’t about me. It was about Rach. I reached over and put my hand on hers.
“You don’t have to,” I said, squeezing her fingers, and though hers had been icy at first, she turned her hand over and grasped mine. “But, you always listen to me, so the same goes for you. Whenever, however, you want.”
A faint smile tugged at her lips. “However?”
“You’re about to be dirty, aren’t you?”
She laughed. “A little bit.” But she squeezed my fingers again before letting go with a sigh. “And there’s nothing really to talk about. Skylar and I were having fun. Then we weren’t. It’s no biggie. I got orgasms out of it, and she was fun. Now she’s doing her thing and I’m doing mine.”
That seemed just a bit too glib. “I’m sorry. I liked her.”
“Me, too,” she murmured, before taking a bite. We were quiet, maybe too quiet. That, or she waited for me to take a drink on purpose. “Course if you really want to make me feel better, you can tell me which one fucks the best. It’s Coop, right? He seems like the type to make sure you come a lot before he gets off.”
I swear, I could taste the damn bubbles in my lungs for how much soda just came out my nose.
Absolutely unrepentant, the bitch laughed at me.
“I always thought Archie would be a greedy fuck, he seems the type. Jake’s probably intense as hell, but he’s got stamina.” At my dour look, she grinned. “What? I’ve seen him play football. I guess the big question is Bubba.” There was just the hint of a wicked gleam