I shift in my seat. “What did you like best?”
She frowns. “What do you mean?”
I guess I’m into torture. That’s the only logical reason for me asking her these kinds of questions.
“What part of the video did you like the best? What turned you on the most out of what you saw? What they did?”
“Oh.” More blushing. She glances around the room, as if checking to see if anyone’s paying attention to us, but they’re not. The place is bustling, with the low rumble of multiple conversations lingering in the air. I’m on fucking edge, waiting to hear her answer. “This is so embarrassing. I’m getting hot just thinking about it.”
Hot and wet is what I want to say, but I remain quiet.
She actually fans her face with her fingers, and it’s the fucking cutest thing.
“Come on, Birdy.” My voice drops. “Tell me.”
“When he went down on her.” The sentence comes out in a rush, the words strung together so they sound like one.
Whenhewentdownonher.
If her cheeks get any redder, I swear they’ll catch on fire.
“Did she come when he did that?”
“Sort of. I don’t know. It looked kind of fake. Really intense.” She shakes her head. “When I came, it wasn’t like that.”
Well damn. Now all I can think about is finding out what Wren’s O-face looks like. “Want me to be real with you right now?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“I’m surprised you’re admitting all of this to me.”
“I am too.” She covers her face with her hands for a moment, shaking her head once. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“I like it.” She separates her fingers, so I can see her eyes peeking at me. “Keep talking.”
She laughs, dropping her hands into her lap. “I bet you like it.”
“Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.”
Her laughter dies. “I hope so. I-I’m probably stupid for admitting this, but I trust you, Crew. And I trust that you won’t tell anyone what I just shared with you.”
This is my little birdy’s problem—she trusts too easily. I show her a little bit of attention, and she’s confessing all of her dirty secrets. Why this girl decided to tell me she masturbated and got herself off last night, I don’t know.
But I’m thankful as fuck because now I know. I’m not about to let Larsen the asshole slip in and be the one who helps her explore her sexuality. Knowing how easy it was for me to gain her trust, I’m worried Larsen could have an even easier time of it. He’s known her longer. She seemed comfortable with him when I saw them talk at school.
I can’t let it happen. I need to distract her. Keep her from going to that dinner tonight.
The server shows up with the bill and I hand her my credit card. She takes care of it with her handheld machine, making idle conversation with me, but I’m too distracted. By the sight of Wren smiling at me shyly from across the table, mouthing the words thank you to me for paying for her lunch.
I’d buy her more than just a meal, though that had been exquisite torture. Watching her eat. Feeding her. The sounds she’d make, the low moans and murmured words full of appreciation.
It felt like fucking foreplay.
“Let’s get out of here,” I say once the server hands me my credit card and my receipt. I’m already rising to my feet, slipping on my coat and my beanie. I’m about to help Wren with hers, but she beats me to it, pulling her sleek coat on and grabbing her bag before she heads for the door.
I follow her outside, my phone in my hand as I tap away at the screen, sending Peter a quick message to come pick us up. He’s been with the family for a few years and he’s a loyal employee. Quiet.
Discreet.
Exactly what I need right now.
Peter pulls to the curb within minutes and I open the door for Wren, allowing her to crawl into the back seat before I follow her, slamming the door behind us.
“Where to?” Peter’s gaze meets mine in the rearview mirror.
“Drive around for an hour, would you?” I shoot Wren a quick look to find her already watching me, her brows lowered in confusion. “I don’t want the afternoon to end just yet.”
Her smile is slow. Beautiful. “I don’t either.”
“Will do,” Peter says with a nod, shifting the car into drive before he pulls back onto the street.
“Where are you taking me?” Wren asks, her voice soft.