Coming Apart at the Seams by Jenna Sutton

mouth had nothing to do with it. It was his dick.
    Teagan moved closer to see what had caught his attention. She bumped him with her hip.
    â€œThat was a good day. Do you remember it?”
    â€œYeah.”
    James and Kate had thrown a graduation party for Quinn at a new restaurant in downtown Los Angeles, just a few miles from the USC campus. While everyone else had been enjoying good food and good friends, he’d been enjoying a good fuck with one of the waitresses in the alley. He was pretty sure no one had missed him while he’d been gone. He had been quick, but they’d both gotten off, if his memory served.
    â€œI remember you disappeared for twenty minutes or so,” she said dryly. “About the same time one of the waitresses went missing.”
    Huh. Someone had noticed.
    Shoving his hands in his pockets, he turned to face her. She wore a red T-shirt with “Red Sox Baseball” written across the chest, and even though it wasn’t tight, his eyes were drawn toher breasts. They were larger than average, and he wondered if her nipples were dark like cherries.
    Damn! I have to stop thinking about her breasts. And her nipples.
    She’d paired the T-shirt with dark-washed jeans and red canvas sneakers, and he wondered if she had chosen lacy panties like she’d had on the last time he visited or the plain ones he’d touched earlier. Then he wondered if she had a bush or if she was bare.
    Damn! I have to stop thinking about her panties. And what those panties cover.
    She’d pulled her hair into a ponytail, and the end of it hung out the back of the Red Sox baseball cap she wore. He was pretty sure she had put on some makeup, too, since her eyelashes looked even longer, and her skin seemed to shimmer.
    She smiled, and he noticed her lips were shiny with gloss. Then he thought about what his cock would look like sliding in and out of her mouth.
    Damn! I have to stop . . .
    â€œReady?” she asked.
    He nodded, and she turned to walk to the door. Naturally, his gaze fell to her ass, and he gasped in disbelief. Her jeans were not Rileys. They were the
competition
. He was appalled.
    â€œNo Rileys?”
    Stopping midstride, she looked over her shoulder at him, her gaze both incredulous and accusing. “Were you checking out my butt?”
    â€œHabit,” he admitted sheepishly.
    â€œYou’re not allowed to do that.” She frowned. “We’re friends.”
    â€œFriend, yes. Dead, no.”

Chapter 6
    The line to the newest romantic comedy was long and composed entirely of women. Apparently, there were a lot of single gals in Cambridge looking for something to do on a Saturday night.
    â€œUgh, do we have to wait?” Bebe groaned.
    â€œPatience is a virtue,” Teagan replied.
    Bebe scowled. “I have enough virtue, as you well know,” she replied bitchily, hefting her hot pink bag over her shoulder.
    Teagan snickered at the other woman’s comment. At twenty-five, Bebe was still a virgin, partly by choice, partly because of a lack of opportunity, at least according to her.
    Bebe’s eyes narrowed. “You’re not exactly experienced.”
    Teagan shrugged, unable to dispute Bebe’s assessment. She was a cliché: the quintessential good girl.
    Her thoughts, meanwhile, were a heck of a lot less pure than her body. In her imagination, she got down and dirty with Nick Priest almost every night. Her vibrator had received quite a workout over the past several weeks.
    She always felt a little guilty whenever she fantasized about Nick. The poor guy had no idea thoughts of his six-pack abs and tight backside got her off night after night. He would probably be horrified she moaned his name when she came.
    Even though they’d spent so much time with each other over the past seven weeks, he still treated her the same way he always had: she was a good buddy, one of the guys, his best friend’s little sister.
    If they