Right Man, Right Time (The Vancouver Agitators, #3)(87)
“Last time you grunted that much, something was bothering you. So . . . is something bothering you?”
“No,” I answer as I lean against my locker, not having the energy to get dressed.
“Something tells me you’re lying. Did something happen with you and Ollie last night?”
“Yeah,” I answer, just absolutely exhausted to do the runaround on this conversation. “I licked her pussy.”
“Uh . . . is that a bad thing?” Posey asks, sounding confused.
Mentally worn out, I realize that I need someone to talk to about the real reason Ollie and I are together—someone to work through this—so I turn toward him and say, “Yes, because we’ve been pretending to date each other, and last night, I lost control and ate her out.”
“Uh . . .” He blinks a few times. “What?”
“We aren’t really a couple. We’ve been faking it. But you can’t tell anyone.”
“Dude, come on. You know I hate fucking secrets, and what do you mean you’ve been faking it? Why?”
“Because I didn’t want to hear it from you guys, constantly babying me with Sarah around, and I wanted to keep Sarah at arm’s length. Ollie needed some help too, so we formed an agreement.”
“Well . . . shit,” he says. “I really thought you two were together.”
“We’re not.” Fuck, it feels good to get that off my chest.
“But from the sound of it, you want to be.”
I shake my head. “No, I mean, yes, I want her. Fucking bad. But I don’t think I’m ready. I’m still carrying baggage from Sarah, and we just started the season. I don’t think it’s good timing.”
“Well, as much as I would like to be helpful, I really don’t think I’m the one to talk to. I’m not good with secrets, and if you tell me any more than you already have, I know I’ll end up blabbing. So best we keep this at what it is, an unfortunate slip of the tongue.”
Just then, my phone beeps, and I glance at the screen to see it’s from Ollie.
I swipe at my screen to read it.
Ollie: I just fingered myself to images of you last night.
“Fucking hell,” I say as I drag my hand over my face.
“What?” Posey asks. I flash the screen at him, and I watch as his mouth falls. “Jesus fuck.”
“See what I’m dealing with? You have to help me.”
Posey shakes his head. “No, I won’t get wrapped up in everyone’s issues. I’m one man. I can’t handle it all.”
“What else are you handling?”
“Well, I just got done nursing Pacey and Hornsby back to a solid, healthy relationship with their girls. I’m working on Holmes and making sure he doesn’t jump off a cliff from his unrequited love. I can’t fucking take you and the mess you’re in as well.”
“Too bad,” I say. “I need advice. What the fuck do I do?”
“How the hell am I supposed to know? Do you see me with a girl? This is really a question for Hornsby or Pacey.”
“Neither of them are here. You’re here, so help me. This is how she always is, trying to get me fucking turned on so I crack.”
“So then just tell her no.”
“I have,” I say. “She’s adamant. And for some reason, I keep falling further and further into her trap. I’m going to fully break. I can feel it.”
“Then break.” Posey throws his hands up in the air.
“I told you . . . I can’t.”
“Then I don’t know. Tell her that you hope she had a pleasurable time.”
“That’s shit advice.”
“Told you I wasn’t cut out for this.”
Grumbling under my breath, I text her back while Posey slowly leans toward me, trying to see what I’m typing.
“What, uh . . . what are you saying back?” he asks.
“What you told me to say. Hope she had a pleasurable time.”
“Noooo,” Posey practically yells as my finger hits send. “Don’t say that.”
“I already did. It’s sent. What the fuck, man?”
“What are you what the fucking me for?” he asks. “You said that’s shit advice. Why did you use it?”
“Because I’m losing my goddamn mind!”
**OLLIE**
“You know, I really don’t want to be a part of this,” Ross says as he spins in my desk chair with a huge smile on his face.
Things went really well for Ross last night.
Really well . . .
“I sat here and listened to you give me a detailed description of how you sucked Ian Rivers off at his place. And you know that was shitty because of how much I’ve wanted Silas to let me do that.”
“I know, but did you have to say you fingered yourself?”
“Yes, I have to get his attention. Telling him I fingered myself is getting his attention.”
My phone beeps with a response, and with a sarcastic smile, I say, “See, got his attention.”
“What did he say?”
“Oh, now you’re interested.”
“Obviously, you have me invested. Just tell me.”