Page 37 of Overtime
“Will you?” I give her a skeptical look because I don’t know if I believe in my own willpower.
“Yes. I’ll be an exceptionally good girl. I promise, Farm Boy.”
“Okay.” I fold like cheap cardboard. Because I want this girl in my bath. In my bed. Everywhere I can have her before she leaves me again.
I climb into the water, and she follows me, carefully lowering herself so our bodies touch as little as possible. She leans back in the tub and her eyes run over me like she’s assessing me with newfound information.
“How the fuck do you get a Prince Albert and not tell me, St. George?” Her tone is accusatory but there’s a smile on her face. “That’s information I should have had before we started this. Unfair tactics. You should be penalized for that.”
I shrug. “A woman told me once that it felt amazing, and it was worth trying if I ever wanted to ditch the Farm Boy thing.”
“And you listened to her, but never let her enjoy it?”
“She was long gone by then.”
“I still can’t believe you didn’t tell me.” She splashes water in my direction. “That was worth a text. A telegram. An anonymous memo.Something. But I was right, wasn’t I? I bet that’s gotten you lots of extra points in bed. Not that you need them. What the hell was I thinking giving you more ideas like that when you already have such an unfair advantage? I swear. I need to be stopped.”
“I think you were trying to help an awkward fumbling way-too-old-for-a-football-player-virgin figure out how not to suck in bed.”
“You never sucked in bed, Colt. You were inexperienced sometimes, but there’s a difference between inexperience and sucking at something. And there was very little fumbling. I was surprised. In fact, I thought you might have been lying at first.”
“Lying about being a virgin? Why the fuck would I do that?” I’d been horrified at having to admit it to her the first time—explaining that my ex and I had been waiting for each other until we weren’t—but was too afraid she’d figure it out not to.
“Get me to sleep with you. You weren’t my type at all—you know that. I thought maybe you just wanted to brag to your friends you got an older alt girl to fuck you, but the more you talked… You were just so kind and sincere about everything. You’d have been a sociopath to carry on like that if it wasn’t real.”
“I wanted to brag. You were so fucking gorgeous. And patient with me.”
“I know, so much patience… The number of times I had to teach you proper technique with your tongue. Such a burden. You owe me if we’re being honest.” She’s sitting back now, her fingers dancing over her knees as she runs the soap over her skin.
“Yeah, what do I owe you?” I can see her nipples beading up and her legs starting to fall open, just that tiny bit wider in the bath. This is the other thing about Joss. When she wants something, she doesn’t drop it.
“A taste. A chance to run my tongue over it. Feel it hit the back of my throat. And if I do that well enough, then…” Her fingers drop down from her knee, sliding over her thigh, down into the water between her legs and she bites her lower lip.
I’m out of my depth with her. Most of the women I’ve dated, since we went our separate ways after our failed experiment, weren’t nearly as confident as she was, or as willing to speak their minds so bluntly. They’d been shy and quiet, and while it had sometimes been nice to be around someone who could just sit in silence, I miss Joss’s confidence when it comes to the way she asks for things. So much so, I’d skipped out on more than one date because they didn’t measure up to the ghost in my head.
Joss is in a league all her own. Bemused and understated confidence most of the time, and all the right words when I want to hear them most. Her arm moves again, and the water ripples above, her eyes closing for a moment before they reopen and latch onto me again.
“Then what?” I ask.
“Then you could fuck me like you promised to in the shower.”
“I didn’t promise to fuck you.”
“You promised to put me on my knees.”
“But then I promised not to touch you.”
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“Right,and I’m supposed to be behaving.” I sigh.
“You did promise.” Colton gives me a chastising look before it breaks into a smile.
I forgot how dedicated to carrying out a task he could be. Sometimes it’s to my advantage. Sometimes less so. Apparently, right now it’s the latter.
“All right. Let’s talk about something less sexy then.”
