The Best Friend Bargain
It’s perfection.
“Scout’s honor.” His lips curl into a half-smile.
“I trust you.” But I don’t want to believe it. I want to picture him wrapping his hand around his cock. Groaning as he comes.
He places the dishes in the sink. Grabs his laptop. Places it in front of me. “I can show you right now.”
“Uh…”
“Or stream it to the TV.”
“You want to watch porn with me?” I’m still dreaming. This is all one big sexual fantasy. I’m going to wake up sweaty and alone.
“Skye?”
I bite my tongue in the hopes I’ll snap back to reality.
Nothing happens. I’m here.
This is reality.
I…
He…
What?
“You want to watch porn with me?” I ask.
“Gotta make sure you watch it.”
“So you…” I don’t even know what to ask. “Why?”
“Someone has to take care of you.”
“Okay…”
His laugh is easy. “I’ll send you the link. But I expect honesty.”
“No, uh… maybe it’s a good idea.”
Disbelief streaks his expression.
“I got this offer.” I unlock my cell. Hand it to him.
He reads every word. “Fuck.”
“Yeah.”
“This is real? Five grand?”
“I think so.”
His eyes meet mine. “You have to do it.”
“But that’s… that’s us.”
“So?”
I bite my lip. How do I explain this to him? Forest has a perfect body. He has actual abs. Abs. I know how to flaunt my curves, sure. In carefully curated attire.
Everyone loves an hourglass figure.
The big boobs. The round ass.
But the not-so-flat stomach?
The cellulite? The stretch marks?
I don’t care how many times people drop hashtags about real beauty. They want a fantasy.
“But…” He sets my cell on the counter. “Forget Diego. Forget Mack. Forget your love of showing off your tits.”
“I don’t—”
“Skye.” He pulls up my Instagram on my cell. Goes right to the picture of the bralette. “We talked about this.”
“Yeah, but that’s…”
“Spank bank material, yes.” He studies the picture. “If it wasn’t you.”
“Right.” If it wasn’t me. Because I’m… whatever. Not going there. “You’d be part of the new pictures. You’d be spank bank material.”
“I already am.”
“Oh.”
“Oh?”
“I didn’t know you realized that.”
He looks at me like I’m slow on the uptake. “You were accusing me of fucking the entire state of California last night.”
“Only half the state.”
His laugh is big. Hearty. “That makes a difference.”
“It does.”
His smile spreads wider. “I know why women want to fuck me.”
“Your sparkling personality?”
His laugh gets bigger. “Exactly.”
God, his laugh is beautiful.
And his eyes. They’re so dark and deep.
He’s handsome, not beautiful, but his eyes are gorgeous.
He meets my stare. Raises a brow what are you looking at?
I shrug. “Looking for the visual evidence of your sparkling personality.”
He chuckles yeah right. “It’s the tattoos.” He taps the broken heart on his chest. “I’m not complaining. I’ve used it plenty. But it’s not because they think I’m interesting.”
“You are very dull.”
His laugh is easy. “Incredibly boring.”
“Kind of brooding.”
He nods exactly. “Girls see me as a damaged bad boy. I get it. I—”
“Fuck them?”
“I did, yeah.” His eyes meet mine. “It’s the same for you.”
I’m a damaged bad girl? “How’s that?”
“How guys see you.”
“Guys don’t see me.” Not usually.
He looks at me like I’m crazy. “Is this about your dress size?”
“No…” Maybe.
“What, your pants size?”
“No, I…”
“You post bikini pics once a week.”
“Yeah, because—”
“And you tag them all with ‘body positive.'”
“That’s not what it means.”
His eyes flit to my chest. My bare thighs. “What does it mean? You want girls who don’t have perfect tits to feel good too?” His voice is completely matter-of-fact. He really does think I have perfect tits.
God… I… I’m concentrating. On something. I need to stay focused here. “It’s about being comfortable in your skin no matter what you look like.”
“How is that different?”
“I’m not—”
“You know there are dozens of sites devoted to pictures of busty goth chicks.”
I… Uh… What? “You go to them?” Because he wants to see me naked. Because he wants to fantasize about me. Because he wants to fuck me.
“Holden reminds me every day.”
Oh.
“Sends me links sometimes.”
“And you—”
He ignores my question. “Guys see you and think ‘oh, there’s this edgy goth princess. I bet she’s a kinky sex goddess.'”
“Guys think that?”
He nods. “You and I know that you’re too uptight to watch porn much less tie someone up.”
“I am not uptight. You’re uptight.”
“How so?”
“You…” I’ve got nothing. “I’m not.”
“You don’t watch porn.”
“So?”
“You can’t talk about sex.”
No, I just can’t talk about it with him. Not without screaming please, take off your clothes, I need to fuck you. I like you. I want you. It’s all you. “Let’s not—do you have a point?”
“Yeah. You’re hot, Skye. If you don’t see it, you’re blind. Because the evidence is right here.” He taps the image on my cell. “You’re the one taking the photos.”
“But—”
“I’m gonna write back. Say yes.”
“But—”
“We’re doing this.”
“Are you—”
“You can pay my model fee. The rest is yours.”
“Your model fee?”
He offers his hand. “Lunch after.”
“I should give you more—”
“It’s the least I could do.” He pushes his hand toward me. “Say yes.”