Try Me (Extracurricular Activities #2)

by Neve Wilder

“You interested in her?” “Nah.” I took a swallow of my beer and licked my lips. “She’s cute, but…” Didn’t make fun of my ties or have a mouth that was just as sexy when it was scowling as it was smiling.

Ladies and gentlemen of the court, I blew my load. Just like that. Just because Chet Pynchon told me I was sexy and tight in a growly, pure sex voice.

My name in his mouth. My weakness. I wanted him to keep saying it in that throaty, wrecked murmur.

“I would’ve let you in anytime.” I met the dark pools of his eyes, the confession soft. “I always will. I don’t know that I’d ever be able not to.”

“I swear to God, you’re the best damn kisser in existence.” “So why’d you stop?” I grinned, and he flicked my side, but his mouth was on mine again in seconds.

Chet: I want to take you out. Mark: Mafia style? Or like to dinner and a movie. Chet: Idiot.

We’d been swoops and dives and potholes for most of the time I’d known him. But for this moment right now, it felt like open road between us, and it was my heart that was moving at breakneck speed.

Because the truth was, nothing else felt as good as Mark Farrow. I wasn’t sure anything else ever could.

“You said you’d always let me in. You said you wouldn’t be able not to. Was that fucking true, or wasn’t it?” I tried to quell the desperation in my voice, but it seeped through anyway.

if you so much as fucking exhale in a manner that negatively affects him, I will call the papers myself, send them everything I’ve got, tell them everything I know, and answer every single question they ask. I will dedicate the same level of effort I’ve poured into trying to make you proud of me over the years toward taking down the thing you love most so you’ll remember how it feels. Because Chet Pynchon is the one thing I love most, and that’s not changing.”

“What do you think? Want a do-over?” Chet’s smile spread slowly. “Do I get to touch your dick this time?” “Absolutely.” I worked open a few buttons on my shirt. “And I’ll even let you kiss me, too.” “Now we’re talking.”

I smiled like a fool, my steps light on the warm asphalt. Lighter than they’d been in years. I had my best friend back, and I’d gained the love of my life, too.

Three years, seventeen days, and thirteen hours. That was how long it had taken me to truly start over. And as I opened the car door, and Mark moved his arm to peer up at me with those deep sea-blues, I couldn’t help but think that despite the pain, it’d all been worth it.

“I love you,” I said, basking in the slow smile that spread over his face, and enjoying just as much the moment it twisted in shock when his...