Saved By Love (Bellevue Bullies 7)

“Yes, get her to scream that. You gotta lick, suck, finger, nibble, anything and everything until she is basically moving away from your mouth. And when she does, grab her by her ankles, pull her back, and do it again until she is having convulsions.”

I blink, unable to put my shirt on since I am stunned by my brother’s words. “I don’t know how I feel about you comparing eating out my girlfriend to Winnie the Pooh and his honeypot.”

“Bro, I’m telling you,” he vows, and then he yells, “Hey, Pax! Aren’t I good at eating that sweet pussy of yours?”

I hear laughter before she says, “Depends. If I say no, do I get it now? Because if I say yes to stroke your ego— Oh my God! Are you on the phone?”

He laughs, and I chuckle as I put my shirt on. “Yes. I’m telling Evan how to eat out his girlfriend.”

I can only imagine Angie’s face. “How are you telling him you do it?”

“I said Winnie the Pooh and his honeypot,” he says in a deep voice, and I feel kind of dirty right now.

“That’s a good one. But also, I’ve seen you eat a peach, and it’s the same way. You inhale me.”

“Ooh, I do. Yeah. So imagine it’s a peach, and you gotta get to that pit. The pit being her convulsing and singing your name.”

“I don’t know how I feel about this conversation,” I say, and he laughs.

“Hey, I’m always here for ya.”

“Yeah, didn’t know it would be for this, though,” I say, chuckling, and he laughs along with me.

“Hey, get off the phone,” I hear Angie say, and Owen snickers.

“See, all I gotta do is talk about getting between her legs, and she’s begging. Make Callie your honeypot or sweet peach, Evan. Or hell, a honey-covered peach that’s at the bottom of the pot. Whatever inspires you, really. Just do it, okay? Don’t let me down.”

With that, he hangs up. No goodbye or anything, leaving me completely and utterly traumatized by our conversation. Never in my life did I think we would discuss something like that. But in a way, I’m thankful. My goal is to be as confident as he is, but also, now I have to make it a goal not to look between Callie’s legs and see a honeypot or a peach. Pretty damn sure that’s gonna happen. One thing is for sure, though. I’ll take his advice. And maybe I’ll get lucky enough to drive Callie just as crazy as Angie is for Owen.

Because I’m sure as hell as crazy for her as Owen is for Angie.