Page 195 of Satan's Spawn
Saint’s laugh is incredulous. “Dude. I’m not gonna fuck your girl.”
My hand is at his throat before I even realize it. Saint points a brow, then a finger at where I’m holding him.
“Point proven, motherfucker. The second I lay a finger on Bex you’ll go all Michael Myers on my ass without knowing it.”
I release him, wiping the hand against my slacks as Saint shoots me an “I’m out” before turning to take off.
“I’m not asking you to have sex with her, asshole…”
He turns to face me again. Waiting.
“I just need you to show me how.”
Saint looks at me like I’ve got a unicorn dildo attached to my head. “You’ve fucked a lot of girls, Cray, not to mention Alexis more times than I can count.”
“That wasn’t…I’m not…fuck.” I pace back and forth, not used to feeling so weak and vulnerable.Openthis way. Saint has never seen me with a girl, therefore he doesn’t understand my bedroometiquette.
“Will you just do it?!”
“Dowhat, exactly, man? Because all you said was ‘I need to teach you how to have sex with Bex’.”
“Bex needs a guy to be tender and shit with her right now…I…” Pinching the bridge of my nose, I add, “I don’t know how to be gentle with a girl. How to comfort her this way. But I know you do. I’ve seen it.”
Unlike me, Saint’s only an asshole to girls who deserve it. Probably something to do with having a sister.
“Just tell her nice things and try not to stab her.” He offers me a salute, then takes off like a breeze.
“Please, dude.” I’ve lowered myself to begging for this girl. All in an attempt to make all the shit I’ve done wrong to her right. “I want to be what she needs. But there are reasons…” I clear my throat. “There are reasons it’s hard for me.”
Saint spins around and comes back, his shoulders much more loose and resolved. “You think I don’t know you have some trauma or some shit? I’m not blind, you dick. But you never let me in enough to understand it.”
“If you do this shit for me, I will. On my father’s life, I’ll let you know everything. I just need to do this for her, the right way for once.”
“You care about this girl.”
“I don’t know what it is, Lavell, all I know is she’s the first person other than my dad I’ve ever given a shit about.”
“Ouch.” He mocks me, holding a hand to his heart. “I’m physically hurt, man.”
I punch him in the arm. “Stop being an asshole, will you help me or not?”
“Do I get to slide it in?”
Heat rises from my neck, so hot I can feel it in my eye sockets. “Fuck no you—”
“I’m joking, dick!” He punches me back. “What’s on the table though? For boundary purposes.”
“Anything but penetration.” I pause, grilling him with slitted lids. “And only for teaching purposes, motherfucker.”
Another salute. “Loud and clear Captain Cray Cray.” He claps me on the back. “C’mon, brother, let’s gomake loveto your girl.”
* * *
“I needyou to be clear right now, Bex.” Saint sits down next to a very nervous Rebecca on my bed. “Are you okay with this?”
“I’m a bit nervous, but yes.”
“You’ve also been—”
