Page 85 of The Has-Been

Oh my God, I’m gonna come just thinking about his fucking finger in my mouth.

My body contracts, and my mouth falls open, practically screaming out Liam’s name.

I ride my orgasm all the way to the end—seriously contemplating another round—but then the fucking thing dies.

My mind instantly thinks of Liam, how much more satisfying he would be, how perfectly he stretches and fills me. I’m already aching for more when there is a knock at my door.

My pulse flutters in my neck as I shove my vibrator back into its drawer. I fly to my door, ignoring the wetness rubbing against me as I open it.

June smirks.

Oh, she knows. She totally fucking knows.

Although I couldn’t care less. This is payback for all the times I’ve heard suspicious sounds from her or Rory’s room. “Liam a little rusty?” She quips, raising her brows, then looking toward my nightstand. “You really need a new vibrator because that thing is fucking loud. I can hear it downstairs.”

But then Rory is behind her, pushing my door open.

“Damn!” she curses when she finds out I’m alone. “I was totally hoping I would catch him naked!”

My mouth drops open at her.

“Why—exactly—do you want to see Liam naked?”

Rory shrugs. “I’ve always wondered who’s bigger. Liam, Brennan, or Reid.”

Something about hearing my baby cousin talk like this suddenly appalls me, and I’m no longer burning with desire.

I stare blankly as June chuckles her response, “Totally, Brennan.”

Rory shakes her head, “Nah, my money is on Liam.”

Why are we talking about this? After I just spent the whole morning⁠—

“And why do you think, Liam?” I ask sharply.

Rory replies with a casual, “I don’t know…He gives off—” she makes a face, thinking it through like it’s some universe-altering conclusion, “Big-dick energy?” She sighs heavily and then, “But I gotta say, Brennan’s gotta be giving him a run for his money. Damn thing took my breath away when I walked in on you two—” Rory slaps a hand over her mouth, eyes double in size as she slowly turns to June, who screeches:

“YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDN’T SAY ANYTHING, RORY!”

God, it is too early for one of their fights.

“I already know, June.” I quickly intervene. Rory halts her retreat to her room as I add, “I’m not mad, just a bit upset you felt like you couldn’t tell me. But I’m not mad.”

June shakes her head, “Brennan and I aren’t hooking up anymore. So no need for us to talk about it.”

She never apologizes for lying. Just moves around the room like it’s nothing to her.

One thing about June Vaughn is that I’ve never heard her say she’s sorry. That would mean that she was wrong, that she isn’t perfect.

Of course, she’ll never admit that.

And while I wish I could say I was surprised to hear the news, I know both my cousin and Liam’s roommate aren’t really the dating type—I knew it was only a matter of time before they got bored with each other.

Rory looks at June, as if silently asking if he’s fair game.

“Absolutely not,” I declare, shutting down any ideas Rory might have about…entertaining Brennan.

June thinks it over, but eventually shakes her head. “I think you’d better not. It’s already complicated enough.” June looks at me. “But…his soon-to-be stepbrother, he’s the goalie on the team, he’s like six-five,” June mentions as she starts looking through my shoes.