The Heartbreakers

“Holy shit!” I gasp.

“Baby?” I can hear through the phone as I’m still staring at the screen, totally mesmerized by the size and the symmetrical, perfect proportions of his package.

Suddenly I don’t feel quite so bold anymore, because however you look at it, that’s a lot of dick; and I was just promising that I’d take care of it, when in reality all the reference I have about what to do with it comes from the internet and from the experiences my girlfriends shared with me.

“I’m here,” I say, forcing myself to peel my eyes away from his dick and putting my phone back to my ear.

“Do you like what you see?” he asks with a hint of cockiness in his tone.

I can’t even blame him for it, I’d be cocky too if I were him.

“I do,” I admit, realizing that I’m so turned on that I’ve soaked my panties to the point that my thighs are sleek too. “But I’m also a little worried.”

“Worried? Why?”

I know confidence is sexy and the lack of it, paired with my inexperience is probably one of the reasons why Darrius never looked at me as anything more than a childhood friend.

But I can’t lie to Channing; not if he and the others are going to teach me “to fuck like a porn star.”

So I come clean. “You’re really big,” I say honestly. “And I don’t want you to be disappointed if I don’t know how to handle it like you expect.”

He hangs up on me.

I stare at the black screen of my phone, sure that I just fucked up and managed to turn him off, just like I did with Darrius.

My phone vibrates again, this time with a video call.

“Baby.” Channing smiles as soon as I accept the call. And just in case you were all wondering, the screen shows his face, not his cock. “Why would I ever be disappointed?” His tone is kind, like it was earlier at the water park.

“I don’t know, Chan. I—” I swallow, willing my heartbeat to slow down. “What if I suck at everything, like I did at kissing?”

He shakes his head, shifting a little and I realize that he’s lying down on his bed, with his arm behind his head.

“First off, there’s nothing wrong with sucking. My dick loves to be sucked, FYI.”

There’s laughter in his voice but he isn’t mocking me, so I giggle nervously, despite myself. “Idiot.”

His smile widens. “There, I like to see that smile. Lenley, I know that you’ve never sucked anyone’s dick. You made it clear the other day, when you came to tell us you wanted to make that deal with us and we were kissing. Remember?”

I nod and, before I have the chance to remind him how he and Peyton said that my kisses were “fine” and Jameson gave me honest feedback, he continues.

“Look, the guys and I know you’re inexperienced. That’s why we offered you that deal. We want to teach you to help you stick it to Penn, sure, but also because it’s fun. And tonight at the movies was very fun. I can honestly say that you’ve perfected kissing. You made me hard with one kiss, baby. Believe me, it normally takes a little more than just that. So when you suck my dick, I’ll teach you how I like it; and so will Peyton and J.”

“Ok,” I say, feeling better about it.

“Fuck, Lenley.” He smiles, running a hand through his dark blond hair. “If I didn’t have training in about four hours, I’d come and get you right now and we’d settle this thing once and for all. And I wouldn’t be the only one getting off, I promise.”

I return his smile. “That sounds good, but I have an early morning too tomorrow.”

“What do you say, I’ll come and pick you up tomorrow night and we can all hang?”

His gaze is full of promises and those green eyes, his soft lips and gentle hands are the last things on my mind as I drift off to sleep.

***

Lenley

“TRAVELING WITH THEteam is going to be awesome, Rach. And it’s doesn’t hurt that while it’s part of my job, I can keep an eye on all the groupies who are going to be after my man after every victory.”

Kiara’s chatter is the first thing I hear as I set foot into the Cove Angels HQ.

My former bestie is leaning on the reception desk, arching her back in a skirt so short that it should be considered a belt; ok this is an extreme sports team, but maybe we should have some kind of dress code in the office. The Cove Angels are legendary in the skydiving and BASE jumping world and we don’t want to be associated with her trashy sense of style.

Ok, that was a bitchy thought, I admit it. But I’d want to see anyone else in my shoes. Especially after the horrible things Kiara said to me yesterday.

I do my best to ignore her, throwing just a greeting nod toward Rachel, but stop in my tracks at Kiara’s next words.

“I think it would be a lot of fun if you dated a guy on the team too. Then you could come to all the out of town events and get out of old, boring Star Cove! I should talk to Darrius and we could set you up with Trent; he’s your best choice since Josh is getting married and Niko is an asshole.”

Fuck.

I need to find out what’s going on between Sarah and Trent and tell her to watch her back, if Kiara is getting involved in any way.

“That would be cool,” Rachel says, twirling a lock of her platinum blonde hair around her index finger. “But I doubt I could travel with the team. The office is open during competitions, so I have to be here at work.”

Kiara shrugs, running a hand through her dark, short pixie cut that today is styled with product in edgy spikes. “I’m pretty sure we could find a way. Having their girlfriend cheer for them helps the team morale. I’ll talk to Darrius and we can get someone to cover for you. It won’t be too hard to find some loser our guys wouldn’t fuck in a million years.” Her hazel eyes land on me and a cruel smirk appears on her lips.

Fuck this bitch, seriously.

How could I ever consider her one of my best friends since the first grade and never notice how much she actually hates me?

She isn’t happy with stealing the guy I’ve been in love with forever, getting a job at my papà’s company, she has it out for me for some reason.

But if she wants a fight, I’m more than happy to give her one. I’m nice and I choose my battles, but I’m no pushover and Kiara would be wise to remember that.

I take a belligerent step toward the reception desk, ready to ask her who’s this loser she’s talking about, but a chime at the entrance attracts my attention to the main door.

Two delivery men make their way to Rachel’s desk.