Deep (Heavy Hearts Book 2) by Sarah Duncan (red seas under red skies txt) 📗

he a good kisser?” Rhys asks, and I shift uncomfortably as she waits for my answer.

I shake my head.

“Too much tongue? Too sloppy?” Rhys cringes, “He wasn’t a muncher, was he?”

“A muncher?” I have no idea what this girl is on about half the time.

“Yeah, you know. Kissed you like he was trying to eat your face.” Rhys gags. “I fucking hate munchers.”

My brows reach my hairline, and Travis chuckles, this time checking out my new best friend just as she did him a few minutes ago. Great!

“No, he wasn’t a muncher. He just wasn’t…”

“Wasn’t?” Rhys urges.

“Ayden,” I whisper.

I know Rhys heard my words when I feel her drop my hand, and she slides her arm over my shoulder, tugging me close. Unfortunately, Travis heard it too.

“Ayden? Who’s Ayden?” He asks, his sandy blonde brows tugging inwards.

“Ayden is the guy that saved her from her brother. Then Lexi gave him her V-card.”

“Rhys!” I hiss, pushing her off me.

“What? You said this guy is an old friend.” She shrugs.

Fuck my life!

Travis starts belly laughing, and I have the overwhelming urge to punch his pimply face.

“Besides. It doesn’t matter. You and Ayden aren’t a thing anymore, and you’re looking for a kiss to rid you of all things Ayden.”

Pain claws at my chest. Rhys is right. We aren’t a thing anymore, and I know I need to try to move on so that Ayden can too, but it’s hard. My heart wants him more than it wants to beat.

“You know Lexi, I’m happy to let you kiss me again. You loved it last time.” Oh, Travis did not just go there!

“Say what? You little slut Lexi!” Rhys cries and starts jumping and clapping her hands.

“Seriously?” I hiss at Travis, and he frowns.

“What?”

I shake my head and turn my back on them both, heading towards the fire pit where my other friends are.

“That was the most awkward kiss I’ve ever seen. Don’t do that ever again.” Bell, usually so blasé, actually screws her face up when I approach. Did everyone see that Andy guy kiss me?

“You know, Lex, you can totally have the kiss you’re craving without thinking about Ayden.” Rhys lights up another joint as she skips past me. I turn to see Travis walking into the shed where a lot of the other partygoers are. I’ll have to find him again later. He might have more info on where Mike is.

I draw my attention away from Travis and consider what Rhys said. “How?” I ask since she has me curious.

“Kiss me.” My brows shoot up at Rhys’s comment.

“Jesus Rhys, you can’t try and turn Lexi into a licker,” Bell argues.

“I don’t want to turn her Bell. I want to show her how fun it can be to have both.” Rhys wags her brows at both of us, and Bell rolls her dark eyes.

I frown.

“Rhys is bisexual, Lexi. She’s greedy and likes dick and pussy.” Bell explains, snatching the joint off Rhys.

“Wow. How did I miss that?” I ask.

“It’s not like I have it stamped across my forehead. You’d be surprised how many people are bisexual, Lexi.” Rhys grins deviously at me. “Oh, the ‘Tea’ I could share with you.”

“I don’t have any interest in pussy.” I’m one hundred percent certain about that too.

“Don’t knock it until you try it.” Rhys blows a puff of smoke in my face and offers me the joint. I refuse. I need to be careful. If I have too much, I’ll end up having no memory of the night again.

“I’ll pass.”

Rhys rolls her eyes at my refusal.

“Honestly, though, I can totally give you the kiss you’re looking for. You won’t even think about Ayden, I promise.” Rhys smiles, “Besides, guys fucking love seeing two chicks make out.”

Standing in front of me, Rhys takes another drag of the joint. As if my eyes have a mind of their own, they automatically seek out her lips. Fuck, am I seriously considering this?

Holy shit! I think I am. I totally want Rhys to kiss me.

As if I’m possessed with mischief, I shoot Rhys a devilish grin, and she smiles knowingly.

“Pucker up those luscious lips, Lexi.” Rhys smiles, moving in, her eyes on my mouth.

She pulls me against her body, and it feels oddly exciting to have a female body pressed up against mine that way. I can feel her curves and the round swell of her breasts. She's a little taller than I am, but not by much.

Holding the joint between her fingers, Rhys lifts it to my lips, letting me take a long drag. Once I’m done, she takes another drag herself and then tosses it over her head. Dale curses and lunges for the joint, but that’s all I notice other than the shape of Rhys’s lips and how her tongue darts out to wet them as she moves in closer. I close my eyes once I feel her lips touch mine and enjoy the feel of her soft lips as they press against mine. Then Rhys darts her tongue out, and I open to her, hearing her groan as our tongues collide.

Cheers ring out around us. Guys hoot, calling out for us to keep going, and Rhys deepens the kiss making me moan this time. She was right; I can’t think of anything but her lips.

Strong arms suddenly wrap around my waist, and I’m ripped away from Rhys before I find myself thrown over a strong shoulder like a sack of potatoes. My world tilts upside down, and it takes me a moment to get my eyes to focus when I see Rhys is in the same predicament. Our eyes lock, and we laugh. She looks ridiculous upside down with her dark hair falling past the knees of the guy that carries her.

“Girl, who’s carrying me?” Rhys manages to say between giggles.

I strain my neck, trying to see who it is. It’s hard to make sense of anything when I'm upside down, stoned and drunk.

“I think its Marcus,” I whisper-yell. I don’t know why I’m whisper