Rush: The Season (Austin Arrows Book 1)(71)

“Big big? Or mediocre big?”

“Huge big.” I’m laughing uncontrollably at this point. And now the word big sounds funny to me. Which makes me laugh harder.

“So, long and thin? Short and fat? Long and fat? God, I hope he’s long and fat.”

I frown.

“For your sake. Geez.”

I shake my head, then dare to take another sip of my wine as I once again settle into the soft, cool leather.

“Does he manscape?” Noelle asks, her eyes wide.

I nod, still grinning. The guy quite possibly has the most beautiful penis I’ve ever seen. Not that I’ve seen all that many, but still. Granted, I’m not going to share all the deets with Noelle. A girl has to keep a few secrets to herself.

“Where’d you do it?”

“Shower.”

“Oh, lordy. Shower sex?”

“Mm-hmm. Fucking great shower sex.” Okay, I probably should lay off the wine.

“Did he screw you against the wall?”

“Yep.”

Noelle is nodding her head as though she’s compiling the information into a plausible scene. “Then what?”

I shrug. “Then we finished our shower, he grabbed his bag from his truck, got dressed, I walked him to the door, and he went to practice. I went about my business. We haven’t talked about it since.” Granted, we might’ve shared a few dirty texts since then. Since he had a game on Thursday and the team’s been on the road since Wednesday before that, it’s been our only option, really.

“You just booted him on his sexy ass? Then ignored him all week? That’s cruel.”

I didn’t exactly boot him out, and I definitely didn’t ignore him. It’s as though he sensed I needed a little space. Again, the traveling thing has helped. I’m not entirely sure what happened between us, but there has been a buzzing in my brain ever since that says whatever it was should happen again. Soon.

“God, I love shower sex,” Noelle groans. “It’s been so long since I had shower sex.”

“It’s better if you have a man for that,” I tell my single best friend helpfully.

“Girl, I’ve got a drawer full of toys that keep me quite satisfied.”

“Toys, huh?”

Noelle nods, sipping her wine.

“I’m betting those toys aren’t nearly as good as the real thing.”

“It sounds to me like you might be gloating. Are you gloating? You shouldn’t be gloating. Not with sex-deprived best friends in the same room.”

“I thought you were quite satisfied.”

“I am,” Noelle declares. “I’ve got my super max dildo, a rather enticing clit vibrator, a—”

I choke again. “I get it. You’ve got enough to fill every orifice.”

“And then some,” Noelle says with a smirk. “But you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you? You’re so prim and proper, you think your vag was only made for flesh-and-blood cock.”

“I do not,” I exclaim. I really do.

Sure, I have a vibrator, but I rarely use it. No wonder I practically jumped the man.

“Oh, cut the crap.” Noelle is laughing now. “You’re such a prude. It’s shocking that you have a kid.”

“Hey, I’ve had great sex in my life. Just … limited.”

“Tell me how many times a guy’s used a vibrator on you. Or a dildo. Or anal beads.”

It’s a good thing I’m not taking a drink, because I would shower Noelle with it when I sputter and choke again. Shaking my head, I say, “That doesn’t mean I haven’t had great sex.”

Noelle scrunches her lips together, then takes a sip of her wine. It’s evident she is holding something back.

“What?” I’m too curious to let it go.

“When’s the last time you had sex? Before the goalie god?”

I shrug. “Couple years ago?” Three, actually, but who’s counting?

“See, you even phrased it as a question. You don’t know.” Noelle shakes her head. “And then the goalie god goes and screws you against the wall and you kick him out on his ass. Such a waste.”

Laughing, I dare to ask, “And what do you suggest I do?”

Noelle points her wineglass toward me. “I say you let this man teach you a thing or two. You liked sex with him, he’s not asking you to marry him, so girl, go after it. Fuck his brains out and let him return the favor. Experiment. Invite a dildo into the bed with him there. Live a little. Shit. You’re only thirty-four, but you’d think you were sixty-four.”

“Experiment, huh?”

“Yep. You’ve already agreed to be his pretend girlfriend, so why shouldn’t you reap the benefits? We all know Mount Rushmore is kinky. Everyone says so.”

“Everyone?” I don’t like the idea that everyone might know how kinky Mount … er … Kingston is.

Noelle waves her hand as though that isn’t important. “Let him kinkify you. And then, if you can walk away from him after that … we’ll all know you’re irrevocably broken.”

Great.

Irrevocably broken.

Just what I always hoped to be when I grew up.