Playing (Inked Hearts 2)

Leighton laughs. "Everyone in California knows that."

Dean looks to me. "Did you know that, Iris?"

"I got it the tenth time you mentioned it." A lot of the last month of awesomeness has involved hanging out with Walker's friends. Even talking to them one-on-one. It feels good, being accepted by the group, communicating with people who aren't obsessed with grad school or sobriety.

Walker presses his lips to my neck as his fingers skim the hem of my dress. "Not sure if I can bring myself to torture Leighton like that."

She's making a point of not sleeping with anyone.

She says it's because she makes bad choices with guys.

But, really, it must be because she's into Ryan. Though, being into Ryan does suggest she makes bad choices with guys. He's the dictionary definition of emotionally unavailable.

Ahem. I'm not shrinking her. Or him. No matter how fascinating it is. From a psychology perspective. It's not that it's juicy gossip. Not at all.

"Nah, the audio porn is good for her. Gives her something to spank it to when she gets home," Dean says.

Her cheeks flush. "Shut the fuck up."

"Girls don't spank it," Ryan says.

"That's true." I lean into Walker's touch. Mmm. Contemplating sex in the back room. It is his birthday.

"Girls masturbate," Dean says. "Let me ask Emma." He waves in her direction. "Em. Do you touch yourself?"

She rolls her eyes and waves him off.

He laughs. "That's a yes."

"Of course girls masturbate," Leighton says. "But we don't 'spank it.'"

"Jill off?" he asks.

"Ew." Her nose scrunches in distaste. "You're twenty-five. Why can't you say 'masturbate'?"

Ryan shakes his head kids these days.

"I don't care what you call it sweetness. As long as I can watch sometime." Walker slides his hand under my dress. Presses his palm against my bare ass. His fingers curl into the back of my thong. "Mmm. Bad girl."

I clear my throat.

"You gonna finger her right there?" Dean asks. "'Cause I'm very happy to watch that." He nudges Leighton. "You?"

"Uh…" She takes a long sip of her drink. "I'm interested to see when they stop."

"That's good. Real coy shit, Leigh." Dean laughs.

"Call me Leigh again and I'm dumping your Belvedere on your head," she says.

"You'd waste good vodka?" He feigns offense.

"I can't think of a more satisfying use," she says.

Walker drags his fingertips over my skin.

He laughs. "They're still going at it."

She laughs too. "Amateur porn, huh?"