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“So how many times did you do it?” She waggles her brows.
I pull my lips into my mouth and wince. “Just once. And then I sort of flipped out and told him to go home. I can’t imagine experiencing that sensation multiple times! I’d explode into a million pieces.”
“That’s kind of the idea! You climax so many times that your body turns into jelly, and you can’t move a muscle for hours. It’s fantastic.” Phoebe shivers as an apparent memory assaults her. “Did he want to go again, you think?”
“Maybe? I’m not sure. He looked kind of sad when he left. I feel bad if he was expecting a round two. I just sort of shagged and bagged, I guess.”
A shocked look casts over Phoebe’s face. “My God, I couldn’t be prouder right now than if you offered to carry our future sperm donor children.”
Zander
“Ithink I might be bad at sex,” I state over breakfast the next day at The Full Monty with Knight and Link.
Link leans in, his eyes rapt with interest as he replies, “Gonna need a bit more context again, my dude.”
I swallow the knot in my throat and wonder when the fuck I became such a sharer. I’m an only child. I don’t need someone to help me make life decisions. But ever since my dad died, I can’t seem to figure anything out on my own…so here I sit, having breakfast with Knight and Link and sharing my innermost thoughts with them before we head over to Tower Park to watch game footage of last night’s match with the team. I’m such a weakling.
I level them both with a serious glower that says I’m being dead serious. “Last night, I hooked up with Daphney, and after we finished, she sort of…kicked me out.”
Link’s head snaps back. “Did you want to stick around and spoon or something?”
“Fuck no,” I bark. “But I probably could have gone for a round two. I mean, it’s been a while since I’ve been laid, so I was up for it. In fact, I don’t think I put my best foot forward because I was too busy trying to distract myself from what we were doing so I wouldn’t…”
“Be done in sixty seconds?” Link finishes with a laugh, holding his coffee mug out to me. “Been there.”
I roll my eyes and shake my head. “Yeah, I mean, I wasn’t totally focused on her while we were doing it because I was trying to make it last, but I know she fucking came. What more did she want?”
Knight props his elbows on the table. “Maybe she faked it.”
“She didn’t fake it,” I nearly growl.
Knight shrugs. “Maybe she thought fucking a pro athlete would be more exciting?”
The response feels like a sharp knife in the gut. “I’m exciting.”
“Are you?” Knight volleys back.
My brows furrow. “I’m Zander fucking Williams. I’m as exciting as it gets.”
Link huffs out a laugh. “You’re trying to convince the wrong people, dude.”
Knight nods in agreement, and my body recoils at the idea that it just wasn’t good enough for her to want me to stick around. Jesus Christ, this is humiliating. How am I going to show my face in front of her again?
Link snaps his finger at me. “My sister reads a lot of romance novels, and she’s always saying what’s sexy about them is when the hero goes all alpha and just takes the woman without asking.”
“That’s called rape,” Knight deadpans over his mug of coffee.
“Not if it’s with a consenting party,” Link insists.
Knight shakes his head, clearly not convinced.
“They just like you to be a man,” Link explains. “With their permission obviously.”
“Did your sister tell you all this?” I ask, my head tilted curiously at my brother from another mother. “’Cause that’s a really weird convo to have with a sister.”
Link smiles smugly. “I eavesdropped on her book club one time. You can learn a lot of shit about what a woman likes at a romance book club.”
Knight takes a sip of his coffee. “That’s really weird, man.” The two of them begin arguing about romance novels causing unrealistic expectations on men while I brood over my coffee.
