Deep (Heavy Hearts Book 2) by Sarah Duncan (reading tree txt) 📕

sitting on earlier. I dart my open eye quickly around the room to take stock of what’s happening. Then, I have to fight to hold back my laugh.

While I’ve been curled up on the couch at the back of the room, the five boys have been huddled on the floor in front of my wide-screen TV. Watching porn!

I sit up slowly, but they are so engrossed in what they are watching that they don’t hear me. A lady, as naked as the day she was born, is gyrating against a man’s hand while another chick takes him deep into her mouth. Fucking hell. If this isn’t awkward, then I don’t know what is. Watching porn with a group of guys is definitely not on my list of things I ever wanted to do.

“See Bossi, that’s what you have to do when you put your hand down a girl’s pants.” Simon chuckles, always the clown of the group stirring up shit.

Shaun turns and punches Simon in the arm. “Shut the fuck up idiot, I’ve been down a girl’s pants plenty of times. I just have no interest in going down Tasha’s filthy pants.”

My ears prick up at hearing Tasha’s name.

“Yeah, wise choice man. She’s one piece of pussy that you want to stay away from.” Marcus states, keeping his eyes glued to the TV screen.

I don’t flinch at their choice of words or the way they speak. Growing up surrounded by guy’s means you have no choice but to get used to how they act.

“You say that after you’ve already gone for a test drive.” Garrett chuckles, and Marcus shrugs.

“It was a moment of weakness. I couldn’t have the one I wanted, so I just imagined it was her and used Tasha for it.”

Jesus! I didn’t know Marcus could be so cold towards a girl. Or that he hooked up with Tasha. When the hell did that happen?

The boys go quiet and nod in understanding at Marcus before each one slowly turns to look back at me.

The deer in headlights look they all sport would be funny if it weren’t for the fact that they just made something deadly obvious. Marcus had been wishing it was me when he was with Tasha.

Jesus! Fuck!

One thing I’m extremely good at is deflection, so I put that baby in motion.

“You arseholes better not be sporting wood while you watch that filth in my house.”

One by one, grins take over their faces, and Simon leaps up, giving his ash-blonde hair his signature Bieber flick.

“There she is, our sassy little Lexi throwing her weight around.” Simon stalks towards me, and my eyes widen at what I see before I squeal.

“Eww! Stop!” I leap up on the couch cushions, trying to keep Simon from reaching me, and put my hands out to stop him.

“What?” Simon looks confused and turns back to his mates in question.

They all see what freaked me out and roar in laughter. Simon turns his hazel eyes back to me, confused.

“You need to fix that.” I point my eyes in the direction of his crotch, and he looks down to see what we are all aware of. He laughs and tries to push his erection down or something. I don’t really know, but the damn thing bounces back up in the loose grey trackies he is wearing. OMG, is he even wearing jocks underneath?

“There’s only one thing that’s going to fix this, Lexi,” Simon says with a devilish look on his face.

“Hastings, man! Not fucking cool!” Garrett snaps, leaping up from the floor, his face reddening in anger, but I don’t flinch at Simon’s provocative suggestion.

“Oh, yeah?” I smile seductively at Simon and step down off the couch. “Shall we?” I put my hand out and watch the internal battle twist his baby face.

The boys stare wide-eyed at us, and I hear Marcus curse under his breath when Simon puts his hand in mine. As I lead Simon out of the room, I give the boys a wink which Simon doesn’t see, and I guide him to the front door ignoring the confused looks I receive from them all.

“Let’s go out here where we can have some privacy.”

Simon just nods eagerly at me as I open the door and drop his hand, gesturing for him to go out first. Because he is thinking with his dick and not his head, he doesn’t even question why I’m leading him out the front door. Idiot!

“You can come back in when your wood has gone.”

Simon turns to look at me in confusion before I slam the door in his face and lock it.

Laughter roars from the boys in the living room, but I ignore it, as well as Simon’s persistent banging on the door, while I walk away to use my mum’s bathroom.

My trip to use the bathroom alerts me to the fact that my dreaded monthly has reared its ugly crimson head. The thing is, for once, I’m damn happy to see the red monster, and I slump with a sigh of relief.

It was over a week ago that I gave Ayden my virginity. A night I will never forget, and even though things didn’t end so well between us, I will always cherish it. I may not have known Ayden that well, or for very long, but for the briefest time, we shared a bond, a connection that I’m quite certain I will never find again.

We were careful and used protection, but the bitch devil in the back of my mind has been reminding me that condoms aren’t 100% foolproof, and I’ve been fearing that with my luck, I may have fallen pregnant. The whole having to flee to Melbourne thing left me without my birth control pill, so yes, seeing the blood is a huge relief. It also may explain why I’ve been finding it harder to control my emotions today.

I take a moment to splash water on my face in the hopes it will make me feel better. It doesn’t. Sunken dull blue