Page 16 of Wrapped in Red

I put some gel in my hair, didn’t worry about makeup with the bruises, and then dressed in a clean pair of white skinny jeans and a loose red blouse before I headed into the kitchen. CC was sitting at the table with two cups of coffee. One in front of him, and the other at the empty seat.

“You look nice.” CC’s eyes drifted over me as I eased myself into the chair.

My stomach swooped at his words. “Thank you.”

“Are you going to show me or not?”

I glanced up to meet his dark orbs as heat settled in my stomach. “Someone’s a little eager.”

“I just want to get this over with,” he snapped. “Sorry.”

I shrugged. “You’re sure about this? I mean, once you see it, you won’t be able to unsee it.”

CC held out his hand, but when I just stared at him, he wiggled his fingers. “Your phone.”

“Oh, no. I’ll just send it to you. I’m not letting you see my actual account.” I lifted my hip to slide my cell from my pocket and unlocked my phone. I found my folder with my all my private stuff and then looked at CC again.

“You still have the same number?”

He nodded.

“I’m not blocked or anything?”

CC shook his head. “No, why...oh, right. I would never have done that, Ez. And...”

I watched the way his Adam’s apple moved against his throat when he swallowed.

“I realize the phone goes both ways. I could have reached out to you, too.”

“Would’ve, could’ve, should’ve.” I grinned as I hit send. “Good, well, you watch that, and I’m just going to—”

“Oh, no you don’t, Taylor Swift.” CC was faster than I was. He grabbed my wrist before I could leave the room. “Sit that bubble butt right back down. I’m not watching this alone.”

He wasn’t serious.

“You want me to just.” I stared at him as heat flamed my cheeks. “Watch it with you?”

“You bet I do.” CC pointed to the chair. “Now, Ezra.”

I was never going to survive if I had to be in the same room with him. “Please don’t make me.”

“Are you embarrassed?”

“Uh, yeah. Do I not look like I’m embarrassed?” I whispered. My entire body was on fire right now.

CC chuckled. “What’s on this video, boo? You got your fingers in your ass? A toy maybe? Is it hot? Am I going to like it, or am I going to hate it?”

Please, if there was some sort of God, could she just strike me down right now? I could burst into glitter. I really didn’t want to be in the same room while my best friend since the first grade watched a video of me pleasuring myself. He had the sound turned down, but I could still make out the sound of my voice as I spoke to the camera. Shit, this was humiliating. I kept my eyes glued to the table, on my cup of coffee, just as I heard a low groan that hadn’t come from the phone.

CC had sunk his teeth into his bottom lip while his hand gripped his phone so tight, I thought he might break it in half. His eyes had a heated, glazed look to them as he watched the video, and his other hand, yeah, it was currently between his legs, palming at his dick. When he realized I was watching him, he shut off the video, climbed to his feet, and walked over to me.

“Stand up.”

“What? Why? I told you not to judge me,” I reminded him.

CC leaned down to get in my face. “Because I want you to show me how you did that. In person.”