“Deal.”
“Oh,” I say, looking over at my Ducati. “I’ll also need to stash my bike in your garage. I don’t trust Irene and Kurt not to pawn it.”
Ember nods. “I figured that was part of the deal.”
A wide smile tears across my face, and not a second later, she’s climbing into her convertible as I straddle my bike, and as if on cue, the rumble of both our engines echo through the quiet street. We take off and I follow her back to her place before rushing inside and throwing myself into her bathroom.
Ember comes barging in with me and sits on the toilet, chatting away as I strip out of my shitty clothes and step into the shower. The water comes down over me and I moan into the warm stream, completely gob smacked by the fact that I didn’t have to wait five minutes for the water to heat before being able to step under it.
I quickly start washing myself, and as my palm roams over my legs, I realize that it’s been way too long since I’ve shaved and taken care of business.
Hmmm, I wonder if King is going to be there tonight?
My head flies out of the shower and water drips all over the floor as I meet Ember’s stare. “Got any razors?”
“Razors?” she questions in disgust. “Who shaves anymore? Don’t you get laser?”
I can’t stop the scoff from flying out of my mouth and hope to whoever exists above that I don’t offend her. “Laser?” I laugh. “Do you honestly think I can afford to get laser treatments? I can’t even afford to scratch my own ass most of the time.”
Ember rolls her eyes and gets up from the toilet. “Let me have a look.”
I finish washing myself as I listen to Ember rummaging around in the bathroom drawers and let out a relieved sigh when she shoves her head into the shower a minute later with a wide grin and a brand new razor held in front of her face. “You can thank me later,” she says before glancing down and pulling a face. “Shit, girl, look at those legs. Let me pay for your laser treatment for your birthday.”
“Get stuffed,” I grumble, pulling the door closed between us. “It’s not that bad. Besides, I’m a natural blonde, I just box dye my hair brunette so I don’t think laser even works for me.”
“Good point,” she says, shoving her head back into the shower with a stupid grin. “Are you going to shave your kitty? I bet King likes a nice clean palette to work with, though, I bet King likes a lot of things.”
My mouth drops. “King? Who said anything about King?”
“Come on,” she groans, falling back onto her toilet. “Don’t act like nothing is going on there. You’re screwing him, aren’t you? Or at least, you want to.” I roll my eyes and ignore her questioning, but it turns out that she wasn’t after an answer anyway as the words just keep falling from her mouth. “To be honest, I kinda thought you were into Cruz for a hot minute, but I really picture you with Carver. The two of you together would be hot, buuuuuut,” she says, drawing it out. “If King is the one wetting your panties, then that’s cool too. I bet he’s the type to fuck a girl whenever and wherever he likes, you know what I mean?”
I bite my bottom lip to avoid the comments that are desperate to fly out of my mouth and concentrate on the sharp razor traveling up and down my legs.
“You know,” she continues, her tone dropping low and filled with dark desire. “I used to fantasize about King stripping me naked in the middle of a classroom and throwing me down on a desk just so he could spread my legs and run his tongue up my cat like his life depended on it.”
My brows raise as I work on shaving every inch of my body, and the second the idea of King’s tongue roaming over all my lady bits enters my mind, every word Ember says fades into the background.
I finish my shower and before her parents can drag us into their fancy dinner party, we’re out the door and racing toward the pier party.
We get there within ten minutes flat only to find the party in full swing. People are spilling out everywhere and I instantly recognize a few people from school, people who’ve been more than happy to call me a whore over the past few days. The need to retreat to Ember's car is overwhelming. But no, I didn’t go to all that effort shaving all my bits for nothing. There’s no point peeling a potato if you don’t plan on mashing it, and damn it, this potato is going to get mashed.