The Do-Over (The Miles High Club #4)(28)
“Were you married?”
“No.”
“Religious beliefs?”
“Nope.”
He thinks for a moment and raises an eyebrow. “Just boring, then?”
I smile. “Maybe.”
He twists the blankets underneath him as he thinks.
Ugh, he’s not going to drop this until he has more information.
“Look, I was with my high school sweetheart for most of my adult life, and when we broke up . . .” I shrug.
“So you’re newly single?”
“Not really.”
“How long?”
“You’re very nosy, you know that?”
“How long?” he repeats.
“We broke up two years ago.”
“You haven’t had sex for two years?” He gasps, horrified.
I feel my cheeks heat with embarrassment. Damn it, why did I say that out loud? “I’ve been busy.”
“Masturbating?”
Nailed it.
I smirk and go back to my book.
We sit in silence for a while, and I can almost hear his brain ticking at a million miles per minute. “How long since you had sex?” I ask him.
He twists his lips as he thinks. “With myself . . . about an hour.”
“You jerked off here?” I gasp. “Where?”
“In the shower. What was I supposed to do? I haven’t had sex for five days; my balls were aching.”
“Ew.” I stare at him. “You have to wank after only five days?”
“Of course.” He nods. “I have to ejaculate every day, more than once if possible. Morning and night is the best scenario.”
I frown. “You’re sick.”
“All men need to come. It’s genetic.”
I think for a moment. I’ve never spoken to a man about this sort of thing before. “So who . . . do you . . . sleep with? A girlfriend or . . .”
“Girls.”
“What girls?”
He exhales heavily as he thinks. “I don’t know. I have a few people I see casually.”
“So you have open relationships with them?”
“No. I don’t have relationships with them; I have sex with them.”
I frown, confused. “What happens? They come to your house and undress, and you fuck them, and then they leave?”
He nods. “Pretty much.”
Yuck . . . I screw up my face.
“What?” he asks.
“I can think of nothing worse.”
“I’m a very good fuck. They leave satisfied.”
Gross.
I widen my eyes as I return to my book.
“What does that mean?” he asks.
“This is why I could never go out with a player like you. We come from completely different planets.”
“I’m not a player. Players hurt people. The women I see know exactly where they stand. It’s a mutual arrangement.”
I raise my eyebrow. “And I bet every single one of them is thinking she’s going to be the woman who finally tames you.”
“Calm down, nobody is taming anybody.” He rolls his eyes.
I smile. “Until they do.”
“So?”
“So what?” I ask.
“Don’t you want to know what else is out there?”
“I do.” I pause as I try to articulate myself properly. “It’s not that I don’t want to.”
“Then why?”
“To me, giving my body to someone is sacred. I just can’t imagine doing it with someone I didn’t know and trust.”
“What you’re saying is that you’re waiting for marriage?”
“That’s not it. I just . . . I haven’t met anyone that raises any interest in me.” I shrug as I think about it. “Maybe I am boring?”
He flops onto his back. “Maybe you’ve only slept with a dud, and you’re not addicted to orgasms yet.”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe this trip is your sabbatical, and you are going to turn into the ultimate fuck-bunny hobag.”
I giggle. “Maybe.”
“Why did you break up?” he asks.
I think for a moment. “I don’t know.”
He scratches his head as he waits for my answer.
“Who was your last girlfriend?” I ask to change the subject.
He gives a subtle shake of his head.
“You don’t want to talk about it?”
“I’ve never had a girlfriend.”
I screw up my face. “What . . . never. Why?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know. Never really been my thing, I guess. It’s not something that I ever felt I needed.”
“That’s weird. How old are you?”
“Well, I am in the fossil room.”
I giggle. “This is true.” I think for a moment. “Maybe you need to see a therapist,” I reply.
“Ask my mother; she’ll tell you just how much.”
We both laugh, and it feels good to talk to him like this. A silent acknowledgment runs between us. There’s nothing romantic there, so no point ruining what it actually is.
He smiles up at the ceiling as if finding something amusing.