Page 17 of Beautiful Desire (Blossom Beach #3)

He huffs a laugh, then drags his gaze over to Charley. “She says that now, but you should’ve heard how much she fucking loved it the other night.” And then, throwing his head back on the chair, he moans in a high-pitched, feminine tone, “ Yes, oh fuck… Yes!”

“Absolutely not,” I mutter, barely keeping myself sitting with how badly I want to smack his mouth shut. “You fucking wish I would, though, huh? Probably never had a girl moan like that because of you, have you, Mr. Minute Man?”

“Oh, shit, she’s got you there, bud.” Charley cringes. “We’ve heard all about your less-than-stellar two-pump-chump performance with Tara. And not even a little foreplay? That’s wild .”

“You know what that tells me?” A grin slides up my face as I grab my glass and take another long sip.

Then leaning over, I grab the bottle hanging between Fletcher’s fingers, snatching it from his grip, but not before I look him dead in the eye and say, “That not only do you have zero swag in the bedroom, but you’re also a selfish lover.

” Head buzzing with the wine already coursing through my system, I giggle at the anger flashing in his gaze while I pour another glass.

“Fuck off,” he spits out. “Just because you heard about one person I hooked up with, don’t sit here and act like you know it all.”

“Hey, Char,” I drawl, glancing over at my friend.

Smirking, she raises her brows questioningly.

“How much you wanna bet the reason he skipped the foreplay is because he doesn’t know how?

He’s probably one of those guys who thinks the proper way to fingerbang a girl is by thrusting into her cunt hard and fast, with dry, straight fingers, like the goal is to poke her in the cervix. ”

Her lip twitches with humor as her gaze travels over to Fletcher before coming back to me. Biting down on her bottom lip, she nods. “Think you hit the nail on the head with that one, babe.”

“And if he eats a girl out—big if, because you know how selfish men are—he probably licks everywhere but the clit.” I turn toward Fletcher, a chuckle bubbling out of me at how his lips are pinched into a thin, blanched line, his jaw ticking.

“Drooling all over her pussy and mouthing at it like a fucking fish out of water.”

Charley busts up laughing, and I lose it too, unable to hold it in.

“The reason we skipped foreplay is because she fucking begged me to fuck her,” he snarls, and my eyes roll all on their own.

“Okay, but even if that’s true, you still came and then left without even making sure she got off too,” I point out. “Selfish.”

“If you want me to lick your pussy, just say that, Peach.” Fletcher leans forward, elbows resting on his knees as he watches me. His eyes darken as the corner of his mouth twists. “I’ll even be a gentleman and let your friend watch too. That way, you both can see how fucking wrong you are.”

My core clenches as his words wash over me.

The air in the room is so thick with tension, it’s choking me, and you could hear a pin drop.

“Not a fucking chance,” I rasp, hating how I can hear the arousal through the roughness in my voice.

“I don’t fuck with selfish boys who don’t know their way around a woman’s anatomy.

I’d rather just do it myself, because at least then I know I’d be getting off.

” I huff out a small chuckle as a thought pops in my head.

“If you ask real nicely, I might be willing to share a couple tips with you, though.”

Fletcher’s eyes narrow as he huffs a dry laugh. “What, you think you can do it better?”

“Oh, baby boy, I know I can.”

“Can vouch for that,” Charley chimes in. My nipples harden at the gravel in her voice.

Fletcher’s throat bobs on a harsh swallow as his heated gaze bounces from me to her.

His head tilts slightly to the side as he arches an eyebrow.

“Is that so?” Turning my head in Charley’s direction, my pulse kicks up as she flashes him a sultry little grin before sinking her teeth into her bottom lip while she nods.

“And how exactly is that?” Fletcher husks.

As Charley looks at me, a moment passes between us that tells me she’s just as turned on as I am.

I can see it in her glassy, heavy-lidded gaze, and in the splash of pink across her cheeks, but mostly, it’s her tight, pebbled nipples pressed against her shirt that really give her away.

And it’s all the confirmation I need to know we’re about to do something we’ve only ever done once before—something we’ve never told anyone about—and while I’m sure I’ll hate myself in the morning, there’s not a single part of me that plans to stop it.

“Because I’ve experienced it for myself,” Charley rasps, dragging her gaze back to Fletcher.

“Georgia works magic with her tongue and fingers.” Her eyelids flutter as she moans, the soft, breathy sound making my clit throb, and when I look over at Fletcher, his green eyes are nearly black as she says, “She made me come quicker than even I can do. Trust me when I say, my girl knows what she’s doing. ”

My body is on fire as I watch Fletcher’s jaw tic once more, the ache between my thighs only growing more intense as he pokes his tongue out and wets his lips.

It feels like there’s electricity running through my veins.

As his eyes slice over to mine, goosebumps dot my flesh and my heart thunders against my ribs while I wait on bated breath for what’s about to come out of his mouth.

Holding my gaze, Fletcher says—no, he growls —two words that have me completely unraveling.

“Prove it.” Standing up, he then closes the short distance between us and leans down, his face maybe two inches from mine as he grips the arms of my chair.

“If you’re as good as you say you are, then prove it.

Teach me something, Peach.” His breath is hot and sweet against my lips as mine gets caught in my throat.

Never taking his eyes off me, Fletcher tips his head toward Charley, and with his voice nothing more than a gravelly rumble, he says, “Get over there and make your friend come, and I’ll sit right over here and watch, like the good fucking boy you want me to be.

Then when you’re done, I’ll show you what a good student I am when I have your toes curling and you’re screaming out my name. ”

His smirk is full of swagger and taunt as he dips his head down, capturing my bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling and tugging on the skin before pushing off the chair and taking his seat again.

It’s not until he does, that I let out the breath I’d been holding, my skin on fire and my pulse racing.

I don’t think I could formulate a response even if I tried.

“Well, what’re you waiting for, Peach?” he drawls, gesturing an arm toward Charley. “Class is in session.”