Page 45 of Drive Me Wild
“You make it sound like it’s a bad thing.” I chuckle. “At the very least, I’m number one at giving orgasms.”
“Christ, Walker, are you always going to—” Josie’s cheeks turn bright pink and her voice cuts off. “Never mind.”
“Always going to do what?” I prompt her. “C’mon, Jos, you can’t keep me hanging like that.”
She waves me off. “Forget it. It’s fine. Can we just go back to playing the game?”
I have a sister and a brain. When a woman says it’s fine, it’s not fine. It’s quite possibly the furthest thing from fine. I once had this chick tell me she was fine, and then she threw a Louboutin heel at my head. Thankfully, my response time is quick, but “I’m fine” almost cost me my vision in my left eye.
“It’s obviously not fine,” I say gently. “And you know me well enough to know I’m not going to let this go until you tell me. So we can do this the easy way or the hard way, but both scenarios end up with you sharing.”
Josie sighs but doesn’t say anything.Looks like we’re going with the hard way.
I start singing “Bohemian Rhapsody” loudly, knowing it won’t take more than ten seconds until Josie begs me to stop. She once compared my singing voice to “a chainsaw going through a blender while in a helicopter.” And I’m the dramatic one. Go figure.
She claps her hands over her ears. “Fine! Fine! You’re making my eardrums bleed.”
Ha! Success.
“Now that we have that settled,” I say with a grin. “Please finish the sentence. ‘Christ, Walker, are you always going to…’”
Josie reaches up to toy with the thin golden chain hanging around her neck. A small “J” dangles from it and she presses it between her thumb and pointer finger. “Remind me that you’re more sexually experienced than I am.”
My jaw springs open and I blink rapidly. That is most definitelynotfine. All I can manage to get out is a strangled,“What do you mean? You’ve been in multiple long-term relationships.”
“Sure, but that doesn’t mean we were super sexually adventurous or anything. I’m used to rotating through about three positions and calling it a night. Your favorite position is probably called theHorny Hippoor something. And I’m sure you’ve done wild positions with other funky names, likeThe Flying SquirrelorThe Roman Spork.”
She lists a few more absurd names, and I burst out laughing, unable to keep a straight face when she saysThe Tuba Twist. Missionary is my favorite position, but it sounds lame to say that.
“I shouldn’t have said anything,” Josie says, her face turning bright red. “I made things weird. Let’s forget it ever happened. ‘Kay? Kay. Sounds like a plan to me. The best laid plans… something. I can’t remember the exact phrase right now. Doesn’t matter. You’re on board with striking this all from the record, right? Because I know you’d rather drink bleach than have that sort of conversation.”
She’s not wrong that I tend to avoid this type of chat, preferring to roll around in hot coal and broken glass instead. But with Josie, I don’t mind. She’s always the exception.
“You didn’t make things weird,” I reassure her. “We should be able to talk about these things with one another. Oi? We’re friends, first and foremost. And I want you to enjoy being with me as much as I enjoy being with you.”
Josie shifts in her seat. “I enjoy it. Trust me. I just… I just don’t want you to think I’m boring because I can’t lift my leg behind my head and don’t want to do anything while upside down. I’m down to, you know, try some new things, but I’m not trying to break my back playingTwisterwith my body, you know?”
“What kind of sex do you think I’ve had? You make it seem like I’ve fucked women while traipsing over a shark-infested body of water.”
She nods. “Well, I don’t know. It could be possible. Remi told a story onDating and Dildosabout a girl she knows who had sex while skydiving.”
I chuckle. “I’ve had my fair share of crazy sex, but that doesn’t mean that’s all I want, Jos. And full transparency… I’m intimidated as hell by your experience. I’m up against blokes who have had years of experience learning your body and what makes you come undone. So getting you to climax? It makes me feel damn good, angel.”
“Yeah?”
“Yep,” I confirm. “But if you’re interested in trying out theCrocodile Corkscrew, we can?—”
“Nope. The only corkscrews I need are for wine, thank you very much.” She laughs. “Now, can you tell me what’s going on with you? And don’t say you’re fine because you only crack your knuckles when you’re stressed, and you’ve been popping them like damn firecrackers since I came in here.”
“You’re a clever woman, Bancroft.” I laugh, thoroughly impressed. Cracking my fingers is a nervous habit I rarely realize I’m doing. I tap the scar running through my left brow. “You know my scar?”
“Mm-hmm,” she says before a smile blooms across her lips. “I believe you said it’s from either cage fighting a lion or a failed attempt at using a can opener while blindfolded?”
“Or from skateboarding down the side of a volcano.”
Josie rolls her eyes, but the edges of her lips twitch up. I take a deep breath. This is one of the few topics where I fail to find words.
I sigh. “It’s from Avery.”
