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version of being me, so I was lost as to what Cai meant.
    “Oh, come on. He opens his mouth, and it’s all yachts and BMWs and diamond-encrusted toilet seats. The guy is shallow as a kiddie pool.”
    Huh. Apparently Finn was getting a little too much into character.
    Wait, was this how I sounded to people? Fuck, no way in hell. I had to be more interesting than that.
    “You might change your mind if you get to know him,” I tried.
    “Right. Because underneath the bejeweled shell, he’s all fuzzy and lovable.”
    “I don’t think he’s very fuzzy. Our family doesn’t really do body hair.”
    “Your family is a nuthouse,” he said.
    “Shut up and let me blow you.”
    He dropped a handful of forks and hauled me to the pantry. Once again I had him slammed against the door, hastily undoing his pants while I lowered myself to the floor. I liked being on my knees, a lot. I liked the flavor, liked having my lips stretched taut around a hot shaft and driving guys crazy with how well I could suck.
    And with Cai, I really liked it. It was the way his dark eyes met mine, looking dazed with lust yet somehow still arrogant. It was those hot-as-hell piercings on the underside of his shaft that created such an exciting texture for my tongue to explore. It was because he so obviously got off on watching me take him into my mouth, because he had no compunction about thrusting hard and fast and deep and using my mouth to make himself come.
    And because we were in a goddamn pantry. That part was hot too.
    I sucked him deep and then pulled back for a moment, pressing my tongue into his slit and making him hiss in reaction. I swallowed him, letting my throat muscles massage him, then focused on manipulating his piercings. He was fun to play with. He was even more fun when he lost it completely and forgot to keep his voice down as he flooded my mouth with semen. His harsh groans reverberated through me, stroking my ego and making me ache with need.
    He barely took the time to catch his breath before he ordered me to get up. With his help, I managed to get to a standing position, and he switched our spots, then pushed me against the door as he got to his knees in front of me.
    Oh hell yeah.
    His mouth was hot and moist and gloriously tight on me. I didn’t have piercings for him to play with, but instead his fingers found my balls and the sensitive skin behind them and explored both thoroughly. I happily hummed my approval while trying to keep the thrust of my hips marginally under control—as opposed to me, he appeared to actually have a gag reflex, and it occurred to me that triggering it might be a rude thing to do. And it certainly wasn’t necessary. He knew damn well what he was doing, he sucked like a Hoover, and soon he had me teetering on the edge of bliss.
    “Fuck, please,” I moaned, breaking my resolve to remain silent. “Oh fuck. Oh God, that’s good.”
    His deep groan vibrated around me, igniting me, teeth scraping gently. I buried my hands in his hair and pulled hard as he dragged me over the edge and made my world go blurry.
    I loved how eagerly he swallowed. I loved the way he looked as he did it too, eyes closed, lips still tight around me, throat moving and moving. It was fucking hot.
    “Jesus,” I hissed when he finally pulled off with an obscene pop.
    “No, it’s Cai,” he teased.
    “Stop ruining my afterglow.”
    He just grinned and took care of adjusting our clothes. As he straightened, his lips inches from mine and his breath hot on my skin, I moaned with unabashed longing. “You need to share your cigarettes, jerk.”
    “Yeah? Whatcha willing to pay for one?”
    “Um. Skittles?” I offered. He burst into laughter. “Or sexual favors. I’m very creative.”
    “I believe it,” he assured me. “But I look forward to having you prove it anyway.”

Chapter Nine
    On our way out of the kitchen, we ran into Angie, who appeared delighted that we had put our differences aside. I was just glad she