This shit is rare. I need to hold onto this one and never let him go.
How did I get so lucky?
“I’m assuming your date went well?”
I spin around, gasping for breath, not realizing Tora was even awake. As I recover from the surprise, a wide cheesy as fuck grin spreads across my face. “You’re assuming correctly,” I tell her proudly, closing the door behind me and striding over to the kitchen counter to where she has books spread from one end to the other. “What are you doing up so early?”
“Cramming,” she states. “I’ve got an exam coming up. I was trying to get this all done last night but someone was getting her world rocked and wanting the whole street to know about it.”
I grin. “I mean…when something is good, isn’t it worth bragging about?”
Tora rolls her eyes and leans forward onto the counter. “I guess you have a point. Though, you certainly reminded me how good it was this morning.”
“What can I say?” I laugh, striding into the kitchen and putting on the kettle. “The guy has skills.”
“Really? He wasn’t just some boofhead footballer who was fumbling around, trying to get himself off and using you as a hole?”
“Jackson would resent that,” I laugh before considering my night with Lukas. “Though…” I say, deep in thought.
“What?” she says, putting her pen down and turning to face me. “What is it? He has a weird fetish, doesn’t he? Oh my, God, it’s feet. He’s a feet guy.”
“Shut up,” I laugh while wondering if I’m really about to tell her this. I mean, this could open a whole can of beans that I don’t know if I want to open, but then, Tora is my girl and there’s never any secrets between us. “He’s not a feet guy.”
She narrows her eyes on me and my cheeks flame, though I don’t know why. I have nothing to be embarrassed about…Lukas on the other hand. “Tell me. I have so much studying to do and I’ll never be able to concentrate if I know you’re hiding some dirty little secret.”
I put my hands over my face and drag them down before taking a deep breath and letting it out as I turn to face the firing squad. “Okay,” I tell her. “But this stays between me and you. I swear if this gets out….I don’t know.”
“Do you really think you have to tell me not to say anything? I’ve kept your darkest secrets since we were kids.”
“I know, but this is about him, not about me.”
“Out with it, Brookey Chookey.”
“How many times do I need to tell you not to call me that?” Tora raises a brow before blankly staring at me and crossing her arms over her chest to make a show of her impatience, but I know that she’ll wait all freaking day if she has to.
“Fine,” I say. “So we were right in the middle of-”
“Strangling the monkey,” Tora cuts me off.
There’s silence as she grins at me. “What?”
“You know, jerking the gherkin.”
My mouth drops open as I stare at my best friend in disgust. “Is this the kind of shit you say to Nate to get him off?”
Tora burst into uncontrollable fits of laughter. “No, Nate would never-”
“Nate would never what?” the man in question asks, standing shirtless in the entryway of the kitchen, looking pretty pissed off to have been woken up so damn early.
Nate rubs the back of his head, unintentionally making his biceps bulge as Tora and I start drooling. “Nothing,” I tell him, hoping Tora is kind enough to agree.
“Brooke was just about to tell us about Lukas’ weird fetish she discovered last night.”
Damn it.
I glare at my best friend as Nate strides forward, taking over the coffee making. “I fucking knew it,” Nate grumbles as a smirk spreads over his face. “It’s feet, isn’t it.”
“For fuck’s sake,” I groan. “What is it with you two? It’s not feet.”
“Then hurry up and tell us what it is.”
I pout out my bottom lip before glancing back at Nate. I trust him completely. He’ll never breathe a word of this conversation to anyone, but it doesn’t change the fact that it’s still weird talking about sex in front of him. Though I shouldn’t, I know more about his sex life then he probably does. “Okay, okay,” I say, giving in. “Lukas is…an ass guy.”
Nate’s brows furrow as he turns to watch me. “So?” he questions. “What’s wrong with that? Heaps of guys are ass guys. Hell, I’m a fucking ass guy. Though, I don’t know what you’re concerned about. I’d bet that you’re no stranger to a bit of ass play.”
I roll my eyes. He could be right, but that’s not what we’re here to talk about. “I don’t mean my ass,” I clarify.
Confusion laces his features as Tora’s brows fly right up into her hairline. “Yuck,” she groans. “He wanted you to…you know….his ass?”