Page 72 of Mountain Pine
“You weren’t rough enough,” she claps back. “I just haven’t had sex in a while, and my body isn’t used to it.”
My gaze lifts to hers. “Haven’t had sex in awhile?”
She shrugs.
“Define awhile?”
She shrugs again.
“Taylor.”
“Do you seriously want to talk about this right now?”
Kind of. It’s just that I always thought I knew everything about her and now I realize I don’t. I had no clue she has a worship kink. I had no idea she and Austin haven’t been fucking. Has he left her unsatisfied all this time? What a jerk.
“It just didn’t feel right anymore,” she admits.
“What’s that mean?” I sit back on my haunches,resting the wet washcloth in my lap.
Her cheeks blaze red. “This is not a conversation for today.”
“Yes, it is.” I’m sick of holding off when I want to go all in. “Tell me so I understand. Because if I find out he was selfish in bed with you, I’m going to…” What? Beat him up again? No. Why can’t my instincts calm down when it comes to this woman?
“It didn’t feel right because it wasn’t…” She blows out a frustrated breath. “Okay, before I say this,” she shoves her finger at me. “Donotlet it go to your head.”
“Swear.” This is too serious for me to be an egomaniac over.
“It didn’t feel right with him anymore because all I did was imagine he was you. So I stopped sleeping with him months ago.”
Blinking slowly, it takes a hot minute for her confession to register. “You fantasized about me while he fucked you?” There’s no stopping the smile that spreads across my face. It’s going to crack my cheeks. “Are you messing with me right now?”
“No.” She playfully kicks at me. “Oh my god. I should have just kept my mouth shut. You’re already glowing with pride.”
“Am not.”
Yes, I am. You can probably see me from outer space.
“You swore you wouldn’t let what I say get to your head!”
“It didn’t!” I press my hand to my forehead. “It went everywhere, not just my head. Holy shit, I feel like I’m swelling like the hulk right now.”
She hits me with a pillow.
“Wait.” My gaze narrows with suspicion. “Are you playing with me? Am I bad in bed, so this is your way of soothing my ego?”
“No,” she grumbles, tossing another pillow at me. “And I swear to god if you ever throw this in his face, I’ll kill you.”
“I’ve done enough damage to him already. No man can recover from something like that.”
She buries her head in her hands, and I realize I’ve just made her feel bad.
I feel great though.
Better than great.
I’m a god.
“I swear I won’t say anything.” I offer her my pinky.
