Page 34 of Good Vibes Only
“Stop what? I’m not doing anything,” he said, trying to sound innocent.
“I canseeyou thinking about my ass …”
He neared and put his hands on my hips and tried to turn me around, so he could leer at my ass. I squealed, protesting, “No! Don’t!” and we wrestled with each other and jockeyed for position. But he was only playing—because he could’veeasilyoverpowered me and spun me around if he really wanted to, but he hadn’t.
“You hockey boys,” I panted, exhausted. “You’re all the same! You know that, right?”
“If the hockey insider says it, it must be true,” he teased. “Tell me, though, I’m curious—how are we?”
“You’realwayson the lookout for a new piece of ass, which you promptly get rid of as soon as you’ve ‘conquered’ it,” I said.
He chuckled and raised his hands defensively. “Hey now. We’re not all like that. Some of us are loyal guys who just haven’t found the right girl to settle down with.”
“Mm-hm. You haven’t found the right girl, but not for lack of trying, right?” I shook my head. “Sorry, Brett, but I don’t buy it. You athletes are all man-whores.”
“Then how do you explain Sofia? She seems pretty happy with Brock and Connor.”
I giggled. “That’s not exactly a point in your favor. She neededtwoof you boys to fulfill her needs.”
“Ow. Damn, girl.” He laughed. “Don’t lie, though. You think it’s hot.”
“Think what’s hot?”
“Two guys? Twoathletes?” He nudged me with his elbow, trying to shake out some forbidden truth. “You can admit it. It turns you on.”
“Sure. Two guys. It’s a hot fantasy.” I shushed him before he could celebrate his victory. “The keyword wasfantasy,Brett.And for me, that’s where it stays, because I’m a one-man kinda gal.”
His brow furrowed with a look of genuine surprise. “Really?”
“Why is that so shocking? Were you expecting me to say otherwise?”
“Kinda, yeah.”
“Why?”
“Well. Let’s be real. You run asex store,McKayla.”
“So Imustbe polyamorous because I own an adult boutique?”
“I mean … yeah?” he said with a clueless shrug.
I tutted. “You are so unreal.”
“So just to be clear—you’renota sex freak, then?”
“You’re starting a brewery. Does that mean you’re an alcoholic?”
“No.”
“No?!” I gasped, pretending to be shocked. “No, I’m not a ‘sex freak,’ whatever you mean by that. Do I love and enjoy sex? Of course! Who doesn’t?”
“I’m suresomepeople don’t enjoy sex,” he said.
“Always the contrarian, aren’t you?” I countered. “But yeah, you’re right. Some people don’t enjoy sex. Sex is a powerful thing. It can be overwhelming or scary or make us feel insecure, and I’m sure there are amillionother reasons why make people not like it. But again, that’s a big part of why I’m so passionate about my business and our mission. Because I think everyone deserves to enjoy a healthy sex life.”
He pursed his lips and bobbed his head—notsarcasticallylike the first time we’d met—but with something that looked like he was finally starting to understand what we were all about.
“Right on,” he said, grinning. “I love your passion. It’s kinda infectious. I can see why opened a sex store.”
