Page 102 of The Reason I Married Him
“What on earth are you talking about?” I ask.
Hattie turns toward me in the car. “Wait . . . have you two not had sex yet?”
Oh, dear God. You see, this is why I don’t do nice things like pick up my little sister at her place of work because these are the kind of questions I have to deal with.
“Don’t you think that’s a little private?”
“Yes, but this is what sisters are supposed to talk about.”
“I have never once asked you about your sex life with Hayes.”
“You should,” she says on a wistful sigh. “It’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. He’s amazing. And trust me when I say we haven’t stopped once we broke the seal. Which makes me think that either you are sneaking around in the barn or you haven’t done it yet . . . oh wait.” I glance over at her and catch her cringe. “Oh no, is he . . . is he bad at the sex?”
Lord fucking help me.
“He’s not badat the sex,” I say, very irritated and uncomfortable with this conversation.
“Is he just average? That happens. It’s okay. You might just have to teach him a bit, you know? Not that I can be absolutely sure about this, but I got the vibe from Cassidy that Clarke was never one hundred percent on, so maybe it runs in the family.”
If I weren’t driving right now, I’d throw myself out of the car. I’d just toss the door open and chuck my body onto the road to avoid the rest of this conversation.
“It doesn’t run in the family,” I reply even though I honestly have no freaking idea. Knowing Hattie has a voracious sex life, the last thing I want is for her to pity me for my average one—or lack thereof.
“Soooo . . . youhavehad sex.”
I grip the steering wheel tighter. “What do you think, Hattie?”
“I mean, I’d say yes, but I just don’t know when. I haven’t even seen you two hold hands or kiss or anything.”
“You’ve been around us like once, and I don’t believe you knew we were together.”
“Either way, you were giving off more brother-sister vibes than we’re ripping each other’s clothes off every chance we get. And you know Cassidy was in a lackluster marriage, holding out for someone else. I don’t want that to be you. I don’t want you caught up in a relationship that doesn’t fully satisfy you, you know?”
“I get what you’re saying, but you have nothing to worry about.”
“Are you sure?” she asks. “Because you could tell me.”
“Tell you what?” I ask, trying to tamp down the annoyance pulsing through me.
“Tell me that, you know . . . Wyatt can’t deliver on the orgasms.”
Mother of God, why is this happening to me?
Feeling my cheeks go red, I say, “That’s nothing you need to worry about. All, uh . . . orgasms are accounted for.”
“Really?” She claps her hands. “Yay, that’s so exciting. So you have done it. How come you’ve been able to hold back since he’s been here? I would not be able to do that with Hayes.”
“It’s called self-control, Hattie.”
“I still wouldn’t be able to do it. I’d be sneaking off in the middle of the night.”
“What makes you think I haven’t been doing that?”
“Have you?” she asks, leaning in closer. “Oh my God, does he meet you halfway, and you do it in a field somewhere?”
“I’d prefer not to get into details,” I answer because frankly, she doesn’t need to know I have zero details. “Let’s just say we’ve kept it quiet out of respect for all of you.”
“Wow.” She shakes her head as we pull onto the farm and make our way down the dusty dirt road toward the house. “I’m impressed, slightly insulted that you won’t give me all the details, but impressed.”
