Page 81 of So This Is War
“You’re a moron,” she says.
I nod. “Yes, yes, I’m aware of my moronic tendencies. See how I can admit that?”
“You’re so brave,” Penny says, voice full of sarcasm.
I press my hand to my heart. “Thank you. Now, back to my boner.”
“Can you not start with the boner again?” Blakely asks. “It’s making it hard for me to eat my coffee cake.”
“Do you know what’s hard?” I ask with a quizzical brow.
“Dear Jesus, Posey, just tell us what’s going on,” Penny shouts.
“Right.” I take a deep breath and say, “I want to fuck my coach’s daughter.”
They all still, staring blankly at me.
Finally, Blakely leans toward Penny and says, “See, I told you it would be good.”
Penny lifts her drink to her mouth. “You were right. I apologize.”
“What do you mean you want to fuck her?” Winnie asks.
“I think it means he wants to stick his penis inside of her holes, right?” Ollie asks.
“Precisely. In every hole, just to be clear. All holes she’s offering up,” I say.
“We don’t need the details.” Penny holds up her hand. “But tell us how this happened and how you came to this conclusion of wanting all her holes.”
“It started about a year ago,” I say. “I was trolling the lobby, looking for my next conquest.” All the girls roll their eyes. “When I came upon a redhead with the body of a goddess. Now, I need to preface this by saying I’m obsessed with redheads. There’s something about them that gets my dick spiking up like a turkey thermometer.”
“Ew,” Blakely says. “Can you not say shit like that?”
“I would appreciate that as well.” Winnie holds up her hand. “I don’t need the visuals.”
“None of us do,” Penny adds.
“Noted. Trying to paint a picture, but fine,” I say. “Anyway, we had an amazing night. We talked, she rubbed my penis through my jeans, we kissed . . .”
“You know, I do love rubbing Silas’s penis through his jeans,” Ollie says.
“I like a good jean rub, too,” Blakely says.
“I made Pacey come once while doing that.” Winnie beams.
“Eck, that’s my brother,” Penny complains.
Winnie shrugs. “What? He really liked it.”
I clear my throat. “Ladies, focus.” They all bring their attention back to me, so I continue. “The kiss was . . . well, it was life-changing. I felt it all the way down to the tip of my penis.”
“Please, Posey,” Penny groans.
“It was magical.” I sum it up. “But then, out of nowhere, she bolted. And when I say we were about to go up to my hotel room, we were. We were seconds away from banging out our lust for each other, and she was a willing participant. But she bolted. I never got her name or where she was from. She was a mystery. I spent a year looking for her—and came up short—until Coach Wood pulled me into his office and told me he needed me tohire his daughter as my assistant. Long story short, I said sure because I owe him big time, and lo and behold, his daughter walks in, and it’s the redhead from the bar.”
“Ooo, this is good,” Penny says while taking a bite of her coffee cake.
“What a twist,” Winnie says.
