Page 119 of My Dark Prince
“You impress me.” Farrow patted Zach’s shoulder, her brows knitted together with mock sympathy.
“How so?”
“For owning a sex site when you, yourself, were a virgin for so many years until you met Farrow. It must’ve been hard.” My fake fiancée pressed her fingers to her lips, widening her eyes. “No puns intended, of course.”
At this point, I twisted and squirmed in my seat like my ass was on fire. Briar was goading me. She wanted to push the boundaries. To see how far she could take this before I confronted her, so I could make an evenbiggerass of myself.
Every single piece of my being wanted to fool her right back. She wanted aFrozen-themed wedding in the middle of nowhere?Let’s fucking get it.I wouldn’t be the first one to blink in this stupid game of chicken. I invented petty.
Zach cut into his pork, the picture of boredom. “How do you know I was a virgin?”
“Farrow told me on the plane to Texas.” She jerked her finger in Fae’s direction. “Oops, sorry. Was that a secret?”
We all knew neither of them cared. In fact, the only person at this table who still had any real secrets left was me. These days, my friends lived their lives without shame.
Which was probably why, of all the dirty secrets on Dark Prince Road, Briar had chosenthesetopics to probe. The safe ones. She wanted to push the boundaries, but she’d never step on anyone’s toes but mine.
My hand curled into a tight fist around my spoon.
Romeo redirected the conversation back. “What kink?”
Servers steered toward us in a flock of white uniforms, clearing the bowls from the table and serving us dous makos and kokiyòl for dessert.
“Chick pass.” Briar bit into a donut, raising a brow. “Familiar with it?”
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Whether to strangle or kiss this impossible woman. I just knew with certainty that she’d spent the last twenty-four hours pulling my leg – and that she had an excellent sense of humor and wit to match.
I swirled my drink in my hand, finally chiming in. “Funny you seem to remember so many things about your past these days, Cuddlebug.”
“Isn’t it great?” Briar grinned back at me. “I also remembered we bought you that pump to enlarge your you-know-what. Did it arrive yet?”
Dallas slapped a hand to her chest and closed her eyes. “Can we all just take a moment to appreciate how Briar out-Oliver’d Oliver?”
Zach turned to Briar. “What’s your sex tape called?”
She opened her mouth to answer, and even though I was ninety-nine percent sure the sex tape in question didn’t exist, I bit out, “I am going to punch your face into another planet if you ask her one more question about it, Sun.”
“Come on, Ollie. I’m proud of my past.” Briar grabbed my knee under the table and massaged it, creeping her fingers up my inner thigh, damn near fleecing a groan from the back of my throat. She played dirty. “I mean, aren’t you proud ofyourpast?”
Okay. Now Iknewshe remembered everything. Every shameful detail that brought us here.
“You’re right.” I focused on not coming in my pants like someone half my age. “Please, continue.”
And while you’re at it, when did you regain your memory? How long have you been pulling this charade?
My head was a mess. My dick, however, was very clear about its feelings. It wanted to burst through my zipper and into the milky way.
“So.” Briar turned to Zach. “Remember ‘Two Girls, One Cup’?”
“Do I ever.” Zach flashed me the quick, satisfied smirk of someone who knew my agony was akin to that of Jesus Christ on his last breath. “It’s a milestone in the cultural sphere of pornography.”
“Me and my ex-boyfriend recreated it with a sundae and some nuts. You decide which pair I’m referring to.”
Everybody at the table laughed. I wanted to skip to the part of my mercy killing.
“Seriously.” Briar set down her fork and pushed her plate in. “It’s why I decided to become an intimacy coordinator. It’s my mission in life to bring as many naked bodies and sexy times to the screen as possible.”
Zach saluted to her. “We thank you for your service.”
