In Love With Him

Chapter 62

Kennedy POV

Amber was sprawled out on my bed, flipping her hair over one shoulder like she owned the place. We had just finished our project — way ahead of schedule, surprisingly — and I was still reeling from how well we’d gotten along the last few days.

Amber wasn’t as terrible as she used to be. In fact… she was kind of funny, and really smart. Bossy, but smart. I sat on the floor, arms loosely wrapped around my knees, watching her dig through a bag of mini pretzels like she hadn’t eaten all day.

“You know…” she started, tossing a pretzel into her mouth. “You’re not so bad. Still geeky, still weird, but… kinda cool.”

I laughed, rolling my eyes. “Thanks. I think.”

Amber looked around the room again, and then her eyes slid toward me with that mischievous glint. “Rumor has it Liam’s got his eyes on you.”

I stiffened slightly. I hated that. Not just the gossip, but the complicated weirdness between her and Liam. Toxic didn’t even begin to describe their on-again-off-again trainwreck of a relationship.

“Oh, it’s not like that,” I replied quickly. “I’m not interested. I don’t even know why he’s talking to me all of a sudden.”

She scoffed, waving it off like it didn’t matter. “Relax, Wednesday Addams. I honestly don’t care anymore who Liam sees.” She tossed her pretzels aside and leaned back on my pillows. “I’ve found someone better. Someone more… satisfying.”

I didn’t ask who. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. But then she turned her head, narrowing her eyes in curiosity.

“So… have you ever done anything, like at all with a guy?”

My face flushed instantly — fifty different shades of red exploding across my cheeks. “Uh…”

Amber raised her eyebrows knowingly. “I’ll take that as a no.”

I hesitated, then shook my head. “Not really. I mean, no. Just… y’know. Kissing. Some stuff. Nothing crazy.”

She gave me a look of pity and amusement, like a seasoned pro talking to a freshman. “Girl, we need to talk.”

I opened my mouth to object, but she sat up straight and launched into full-on s*x-ed-meets-girls'-locker-room mode.

“First of all,” she said, “if you’re ever gonna do it, like actually do it, you need to know what you’re doing. Guys? They’re simple. Visual creatures. And there’s two things that will make them melt in your hands.”

I raised an eyebrow cautiously. “Oh god…”

“Blowjobs,” she said flatly. “And riding.”

I nearly choked. “Amber!”

“I’m serious!” she laughed. “You’ve gotta at least know how it works. Especially if you want to rock his world.”

I looked down at my lap, embarrassed but… intrigued. Part of me wanted to know. I had no one else I could ask about this — I definitely wasn’t going to ask my dad or Helen, and even Marty and Finn would make a joke out of it. And no way in hell was I going to ask Dominic. Amber, for all her faults, didn’t seem fazed by anything.

She continued, unapologetically candid. “Okay, if you’re giving head — rule number one: breathe through your nose. Don’t rush it, don’t go too deep too fast. Guys think it’s hot when you gag, but it’s not exactly fun, so just… ease into it. Use your hands too. Stroke while you suck. It’s all about rhythm and how you use your tongue.”

My skin felt like it might peel off from pure embarrassment. But I didn’t stop her.

“And eye contact,” she added. “If you look up at him while you’re doing it? Game over. He’ll come in like two minutes.”

I pressed my hands to my face. “Jesus, Amber.”

She just laughed. “I’m doing you a favor.”

Then, as if casually shifting gears, she said, “And for actual s*x? First time hurts. Not a lot if he knows what he’s doing, but it’s awkward. So talk to him. Guide him. Missionary is boring but safe. Cowgirl gives you control. Don’t let him just jackhammer you like a porn star, okay? Take your time.”

I was speechless. Wide-eyed. Silent.

She smirked. “You’re probably thinking I’m a total slut right now.”

“No,” I said, my voice soft. “Just… wow.”

She laughed again, flopping back on the bed. “All guys are the same. They want the same things. You just have to learn how to give it to them before they start looking elsewhere.”

I wasn’t sure I agreed with that, but I didn’t say anything. My mind was spinning. Not from disgust or judgment — but from curiosity.

And without warning… my mind drifted to Dominic.

To how his hand had felt cradling my face… to the way his lips felt on mine… to how gentle he’d been when I broke down. I imagined what it would be like to kiss him again, but longer this time. Slower. Deeper.

Amber’s voice faded into the background as I sat on the edge of my bed, my head a storm of nerves, thoughts, and forbidden wants.

She sat cross-legged again, twirling a strand of her glossy hair around her finger, clearly enjoying this self-appointed role as the “s*x expert.” I stayed quiet, my cheeks still warm from everything she had just shared. But the silence didn’t last long.

She leaned in, voice hushed like she was sharing national secrets.

“Okay, next lesson,” she said, eyes twinkling. “Let’s talk size.”

I blinked. “Size?”

She nodded, deadly serious. “Yes. It matters… but not in the way most guys think. You don’t want someone too small because, honestly, it’s hard to feel anything. But you definitely don’t want someone too big either — it’ll hurt. Especially your first time.”

I made a face, trying not to picture it but… failing.

“I had this guy once,” she went on. “Total porn star energy — huge. But he had no idea what he was doing. Hurt like hell. I pretended to enjoy it, but my hips were sore for like a week.”

I let out an awkward laugh. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because you need to know!” she said like it was obvious. “Which brings me to foreplay. Most guys think just sticking it in is enough — it’s not. You’ve gotta loosen up first or it’s all friction and no fun.”

My eyes widened slightly as she lay back dramatically against my pillows and started ticking things off on her fingers.

“Kissing is good. But if he knows what he’s doing, he’ll use his mouth on your pussy.”

My breath caught.

She smirked. “It should feel warm. Wet. Like... electric. If you’re not moaning uncontrollably, he’s doing it wrong.”

I was pretty sure my face couldn’t get any hotter, but then she added with a wicked grin:

“Pro tip? Guys with a little scruff or a beard — chef’s kiss. The tickle adds just enough stimulation to drive you crazy in the best way.”

For a brief, uninvited second, my mind conjured up an image. Not of some faceless guy… but of Dominic. The shape of his jaw. That perfect stubble that always made him look rugged and soft at the same time. I thought about what his mouth would feel like on my skin, that stubble brushing—

I shook my head violently. No. Nope. Stop that.

Amber sat up again. “Also. Fingering. Another key part of foreplay. Don’t let a guy just jab his fingers in like he’s trying to break into a safe. It’s not a race. It should feel slow. Purposeful. Deep strokes, not shallow pokes.”

I swallowed.

“Your body will tell you if it feels right,” she continued, her tone surprisingly… sincere. “You should feel relaxed, kinda floaty. If it ever feels sharp or uncomfortable, stop him. Doesn’t matter how hot he is or what he says — you’re in control. Got it?”

I nodded slowly, absorbing every word with a strange mixture of fascination and nerves.

She leaned back and stretched, clearly pleased with herself. “Well, that concludes today’s s*x ed crash course. You’re welcome.”

I managed a laugh, a little breathless from the whirlwind of information — and the vivid thoughts it had stirred.

But no matter how hard I tried to focus on the facts… my mind kept drifting back to one thing. Or rather, one person.

Dominic.

The way he looked at me sometimes. The way his voice dropped when he was serious. The way my heart pounded in my chest when he so much as brushed my arm.

Maybe it was wrong. Maybe it was complicated. But nothing else had ever made me feel so awake — so alive — the way he did.

And somehow… Amber’s words only made that truth louder in my mind.

The truth is that I wanted Dominic.