Daddy Crush - Adriana Anders Page 0,31

mean, you’ve got chemistry out the butthole. Saw it from a mile off. He didn’t kiss you, though, so—”

“I asked him to teach me.”

Alba’s eyes get huge. “Teach you.”

“How to kiss and do other…sex things.”

“He’s teaching you how to sex?” At my nod, Mikey’s jaw drops. They go completely still, throw a look at Alba, and let out a slow, audible breath. “Fuck. Me. Holy shit, honey. This is the hottest thing.”

“Seriously.” I’ve never seen Alba this excited. “Do you have any idea? You probably blundered right into his big daddy kink. Look at you, all innocent with those baby blues and freckles and he gets to show you the ropes.”

“She’s blushing.” Mikey’s eyes go sharp. “Hold on, wait. Don’t tell me you did it. Have you done it? Without letting us know?”

I shake my head.

“Oh, thank God,” Mikey mutters.

“So, what’s happened?”

“We, um, kissed.”

“Nice. Good.” Mikey’s smile is happy. “You liked it, obviously.”

“Yes. Wow. Yes.”

“Okay and…”

“We dirty talked. On the phone. Like, sexting, I mean phone sex.”

“Did you come?” Alba watches me, avidly.

I nod, glad the nearest table’s too far to hear. Hopefully. I mean, I love these conversations, but usually they’re focused on my friends’ sex lives, not mine.

I’ve never had a sex life before. That I might have one now makes me giddy.

“What about him? Did he come?”

“Yes. I think so. He called me a…dirty girl and then I told him I was his…” My voice descends to the barest of whispers. “Slut.”

Alba gives Mikey a look that screams told you so without words.

“Wow. Okay. And he knows you’ve never…” I nod and watch the corners of Mikey’s lips tighten, like there’s a smile just dying to come out. “And…” Brows up, Mikey’s expressive hands circle between us, trying to draw me out.

“And I liked it. I liked it, okay, guys? It was unbelievable.”

“Good.”

I shiver at that word, memories of Karl saying it last night, full of heat and approval. I’m already programmed as surely as one of Pavlov’s dogs to react.

“What is it?” Alba leans closer. “What’s wrong, then?”

“He’s… I think he’s just being nice to me.”

Mikey’s laugh bursts out low and knowing. “Yeah, no.”

“No?”

“No, honey. No. The chemistry…” They pat their cheeks. “Do you see my skin? I’m burning up. Blushing. Still. From the flames you two set off. Okay? No. This isn’t one-sided. You can call it teaching or messing around or pretending that he’s Doing you a favor,” they add air quotes. “But lady, nothing about that man is just nice. Nothing.”

“And that’s good?”

“Chemistry with an older, more mature guy who knows what he’s doing in the bed and can talk filth? That’s the trifecta,” Alba says. “It’s what you want.”

Mikey leans back. “God, if I could have had that the first time, instead of…”

“Instead of what?”

“Messy fumbling with Sissy Carter in the back of my mom’s minivan. Or the time I gave Evan Schmidt oral in the mall Friday’s bathroom.”

“Wow.” I can’t help the fresh wave of heat that takes over at Mikey’s descriptions. Always titillating and unexpected and unfailingly unapologetic. Alba’s even more detailed—and daring—when she talks about her experiences.

That’s my favorite thing about our conversations—sex without guilt. The opposite of everything I grew up with. Our discussions feel clean, somehow. Sweet and natural. Like this is the way things are meant to be, out in the open, instead of buried under sin and embarrassment and shame.

“I love your stories. Both of you.”

“You’re a perfect audience,” Alba says. “Curious, open. Ready to try things.”

“Daddy Karl must be in heaven.”

“Yeah, so what’s next?”

I take a shaky breath. “We’ve got plans for tonight.”

“Plans? Like doing the deed?”

“Tonight is lesson number three. Heavy petting. His words. I have no idea what it means. I can look it up if—”

“It’s foreplay, honey,” Mikey says happily. “And what it means, if you’re lucky, is that Big Daddy’s going down.”

Alba cackles, slapping both hands on the table so hard the coffee sloshes. “Oh, please let’s call him Cunnilingus Karl.”

“Here’s to heavy petting,” Mikey gives me a Cheshire cat grin, “with Cunnilingus Karl.”

13

Hey Daddy

Karl

She opens the door and, though I didn’t expect a repeat of last night’s outfit, I’m half disappointed that she’s fully clothed.

“Hi, Karl.” Her smile, the way she lowers her head a little, and bites that plump lip, eyes still on mine—that’s all pure, perfect Jerusha. It hits me in the gut. I’m almost sick with anticipation.

If I didn’t know myself, I’d say there’s a good dose of nerves mixed up with the excitement. And, hell,