Page 11 of Loup Garou

“Huh?”

Moving up next to her, I smiled wide and winked. “Okay, picture him pinned under you. He’s there, ready, deep in you. What do you do?”

“I don’t know. I never thought about it before. What do you do?”

“I have a tendency to start most of what I do with my left side. That’s odd considering I’m right-handed. Still, it happens. Of course, I hop up there for a ride, and depending on the guy, I may stay upright or lean down.”

“Huh?” Dorothy asked.

Susan grinned. “If she likes the guy, she’ll lean down to be closer to him. If she’s just taking the scenic route or screwing for something to do, she stays sitting up. It keeps it less personal. I bet Lindsay avoids kissing men like the plague. That’s something a commitment-phobic person tends to do.”

My jaw dropped. “Mention riding a guy in front of a sex therapist and she instantly pegs you. That’ll teach me.”

“So, are you a kisser, Lindsay?”

I waggled my brows. “Come here, I’ll show you.”

The room laughed.

Snickering, Susan shook her upper body fast, in a teasing manner. “Show me the riding thing. Inquiring minds want to know.”

Rolling my eyes, I shrugged. “Okay, but I’m not that exciting. Once I’m there, I make tiny figure eights, leading with my left side, like this,” moving my body, I did exactly that, “then if I’m bent down, I’ll thrust up and down on him a couple of times. I vary that up a bit, fine tune what’s working for the both of us and end up brushing my entire body over his while I’m on him.”

I did the entire routine for them without stopping and grinned as Louise wiped her forehead. “Sweetie, I’m not sure who told you that you’re not that exciting but we’ve got a porn collection at home that would beg to differ.”

“Umm, I’m not sure if I should feel honored or concerned. I’ve been known to allow a camera in the bedroom before,” I said with a wink.

“Unless you’re one of those women who grabs a few guys and uses them until they drop, you should feel safe, because those types of pornos make up the majority of our collection. My husband has a thing for one woman with multiple guys. Let me just say that if he even thinks for a minute that I’ll do that, he’ll be pulling my foot out of his ass.”

Not wanting to answer Louise’s subtle question, I clapped my hands and smiled. “Are you guys good to run through it once on your own?”

“Ohmygod, Lindsay has been in bed with more than one man at a time,” Dorothy screamed out.

My eyes widened. “Dorothy?”

“We have known you long enough to catch the change-of-subject-instead-of-answer routine, babes. Spill it.”

“About that run through,” I said, trying desperately to get off the current subject. It could lead to nowhere good.

Susan smiled. “You’re doing it again, Lindsay. Changing the topic.”

Louise looked shocked. “Holy shit, you were linked with that rocker guy. That one who had a string of women in his life. What was his name?”

I cringed. “And you all wonder why it is I refuse to date men in the music industry anymore. See, nothing is private with them. Nothing.” I smiled, doing my best to joke away the pain of it all. “Next thing you know you’ll be telling me you downloaded a taped session of us from the internet.”

Susan touched my arm. My power flared, racing through her and showing her my memories. I jerked back, shaking my head, doing my best to lasso it and make her think it was something she’d read in a tabloid, not really a memory she’d picked up from me.

She covered her mouth. “Oh, Lindsay. Sweetheart. Didn’t I read somewhere you’d lost someone close to you? Was he a boyfriend? Oh, my, wasn’t it that rocker guy?”

“Umm.” I glanced down at the floor, not wanting to talk about it. “I’ve lost a lot of people in my life. Some boyfriends, some not.” My gaze flickered to Exavier quickly and I had to force it away.

Louise smiled. “Care to share more about your latest? He’s been staring at you like he can’t wait to get you home and get that private showing.” She motioned to Exavier.

I snickered. “Uh, he’s not my anything.”

“Oh, really?” Exavier asked, catching me off guard and making the women all sigh. “You sure about that?”

I nodded. “Really.”

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