Page 62 of Next in Line
The sex was so amazing that I’ve been pouting about it ever since because all I can think about is the fact that these orgasms have an end date. And then, I’ll likely be having sex with Sterling for the rest of my life. Sterling will be the last dick I ever have!
I mean, don’t get me wrong, he’s not bad at sex. I orgasm half the time. He just seems to lack any creativity. His go-to technique is to jackhammer any chance he gets. Sam is very different. He reads my body and speeds up and slows down at the most delicious times. And his occasional dirty talk doesn’t hurt either.
I’m just finishing my makeup for our big pub crawl tonight when Kate comes striding into my room. She looks me up and down, and a huge smile spreads across her face. “Holy shit, you look fucking hot.”
My jaw drops, and I quickly look down at my fitted burgundy sweater dress and black plaid tights. “What? Does it look like I’m trying too hard?”
“It looks like you’re dressing for a guy,” Kate says, waggling her eyebrows and flopping down on the bed.
“Well, I didn’t exactly pack a month’s worth of clothes. I never really planned to stay in Boulder this long.” I glance around my brother’s spare bedroom that I’ve basically made my own home. “Are you guys getting sick of me here?”
Kate shakes her head adamantly. “No way! You’re an easy house guest, and you cook…I’d sister wife you if it wasn’t for the fact that you’re related to my man friend, and incest is illegal and stuff.”
I cringe at that response, but I’m not at all surprised anymore by the crazy stuff that comes out of Kate’s mouth. She is always saying something inappropriate that makes my brother smile like I’ve never seen him smile. Her perverseness is weirdly heartwarming.
“Yeah, no sister wife for me, thanks. I have man problems to worry about. I don’t need to add girl problems to the mix.”
Kate sits up on her knees, her curly red hair cascading around her shoulders. “So come on. I haven’t had any alone time with you all week. How was last weekend? Tell me everything!” She mimes the act of eating popcorn out of a bowl in anticipation for what she thinks is going to be some epic storytelling.
She’s going to be disappointed. “I’m telling you nothing,” I reply and reach out to dump out her bowl of fake popcorn.
“Why not?” she groans and tosses fake kernels at my face. “It was my quick thinking that got you a weekend alone with Sam Bam Thank You Ma’am anyway.”
I roll my eyes and bite my lip at that very apt description of him.
“Oh my god, Meg, you’re blushing!” Kate exclaims with wide eyes. “Look at you! Completely blotchy! It must have been amazing!”
I roll my eyes and flop down on the bed beside her. “It was very enlightening.”
Kate nods eagerly. “So you did the deed.”
I grimace because I know I’m totally folding under her intense scrutiny. “We fooled around, yes.”
“And it was awesome.” She squeals with delight and chucks a pillow at me. “I knew Sam was packing some serious wood in there. He walks around way too confidently for a ginger.”
I frown at that remark. “Can I ask you something, Kate?”
“Um, duh, ask me anything!” She sits cross-legged and tucks her hair behind her ears, ready for my questions.
Fiddling with the hem of my dress, I ask, “Okay, so in your past…were some guys just way better at sex than others?”
“A resounding yes,” she replies instantly.
I look at her through narrowed eyes. “Okay…was there like…a way to fix that?”
“Wait, is Sam bad at sex or Sterling?” Kate asks, her brows furrowed in confusion.
My eyes cast downward as I mumble, “Sterling.”
“Yikes,” Kate replies, the corners of her lips angling downward with a grimace. “Your future hubby? That’s not good.”
“But it’s not a deal breaker surely,” I argue with pleading eyes. “Sex isn’t that important. Or surely, he will get better with time. I mean, Sam is older and more experienced than Sterling. That’s a big part of it, right?”
Kate chews her lip thoughtfully as though she’s trying to find the right words and not just say the first thing that pops into her mind. “I don’t know any other way to say this, Meg, so I’m just going to say it. Sex isn’t about mechanics or instructions. It isn’t about getting better with practice and experience. It’s about the connection.”
I nod eagerly. “Yes, connection! Sterling and I are so deeply connected.”
Kate shakes her head. “I’m not talking about Sterling, babe. I saw you together on Christmas Eve. You guys had been together for several months, right? But it felt like I was looking at two strangers, not two people who couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Honestly, I think that’s why Miles liked Sterling so much. The guy has zero sexual chemistry. He’s like an amoeba or something. Aren’t those the single cell animals that just have sex with themselves?”
